My brothers and I struggled to get by, and our rich neighbor made it worse. When his son crashed into my old Toyota, I’d had enough. Little did I know, karma was already on its way, bringing me the perfect chance to get even.
I’m twenty-two, and I’ve spent the last two years raising my younger brothers alone.
After our parents died, I abandoned college to keep Noah and Ben together.
At the funeral, I’d made them one promise.
“Nobody is taking this house or separating us.”
“Even if we run out of money?” Noah had asked.
I’d made them one promise.
“Even then.”
Keeping that promise wasn’t easy. I worked at a clinic on weekdays and cleaned houses on weekends.
One morning, Noah found me sorting bills at the kitchen table.
“Emma, can we afford new school supplies?”
“How much do you need?”
Keeping that promise wasn’t easy.
“About thirty dollars.”
