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I dropped out of community college and worked wherever I could. I took warehouse mornings, grocery shifts, and weekend deliveries.
I learned that you could sleep standing up.
Mrs. Dalrymple next door became our miracle in orthopedic shoes.
She watched the kids and refused every dollar I offered.
“Pay me back by not burning down your kitchen,” she said, setting a casserole on our counter.
“I only burned rice once.”
“Rice isn’t supposed to smoke, Rowan.”
Lila laughed for the first time that week.
I dropped out of community college.
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Three years passed like that. They were not easy or clean, but we stayed together.
I learned which teachers assumed I was irresponsible before I even opened my mouth. I learned how to argue with insurance companies while packing lunches. I learned to put back my fancy deodorant so Tommy could get his favorite cereal.
One night, Sybil found me in the kitchen, staring at the electric bill.
“You’re doing the face again,” she said.
“What face?”
“The ‘I might sell a kidney, but only after coupons’ face.”
