I Bought Medicine and Cooked Meals for My Elderly Neighbor for 9 Years – After His Funeral, I Received a Letter from Him

and trying to make the house feel like a new beginning instead of the place we had landed after everything broke apart.

“Are we poor?” Matthew asked one night when I came home with store-brand cereal.

I placed the box on the counter and tried not to flinch.

“We’re careful,” I said, forcing a smile. “Careful means we still get breakfast.”

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