Eight children. Eight futures. Eight college funds.
Suddenly, this wasn’t karma anymore. It was a problem I had to solve.
“So, unless you suddenly have the means to support them all,” he continued, “you need to go beg my mother to change her mind.”
I closed my eyes.
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll do it.”
The next morning, I drove to Margaret’s house on the hill overlooking the river. My hands trembled as I rang the doorbell.
Margaret answered the door herself.
We stared at each other for a long moment.
Then I did something I never expected.
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