Jeffrey tugged my sleeve. « Up? »
I knelt and wrapped both boys in my arms. « It’s okay, » I whispered, though nothing about it was.
From that moment on, they were mine.
« They’re better off with you. »
Raising two toddlers at 63 years old wasn’t easy.
My savings vanished quickly, so I went back to work. I took double shifts at a small grocery store during the day, then stayed up late blending herbal teas in my kitchen. It started as something simple: chamomile, mint, dried orange peel.
A neighbor suggested I sell them at the farmers’ market.
So I tried.
The first weekend, I made $47.
The following month, $300.
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