She checked the price and started putting them back.
Then she caught herself.
I looked at Dorothy, and she looked at me. Neither of us needed to say it.
Mia said, “Grandma, those are $8.”
Dorothy dropped them into the cart.
“Then we’d better enjoy all eight!”
Mia laughed.
She checked the price and started putting them back.
At checkout, the cereal beeped across the scanner.
For half a second, I expected her to change her mind.
She didn’t.
She hugged the box against her chest.
The faded camp bracelet was still tied around her wrist.
For once, my daughter carried something she wanted without apologizing for what it cost.
For once, my daughter carried something she wanted without apologizing for what it cost.
