“I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong? I was really hoping to help you.” I say and she shakes her head, pulling me in for a tight hug. I flinch slightly, but then ease into her embrace. She pulls back and wipes the tears from her eyes.
“Nobody has ever done this for me. Thank you.” She says, voice shaking with her emotions. My anger flares for a moment at the thought of her doing this for 3 years and not having a day off.
“Well, we will make this a weekly occurrence. What did you do today?” I ask and her eyes water even more.
“I surprised my sister at work and we went to have lunch. She was able to convince her boss to let her have a few hours off and then we walked around town. It was really nice. Thank you.” She answers and I smile.
“MISS MARISSA! WE’RE HOME!” I hear shouted at the
