The College Fund Grows
Every year on Lily’s birthday, instead of sending money to Daniel, I made a deposit into her college fund.
Sometimes it was the full forty thousand. Other years it was less when the store had lean months. But it added up steadily.
“This is for your future,” I told her when she was old enough to understand. “For college, or trade school, or whatever path you choose.”
“What if I want to take over the grocery store?” she asked with a grin.
The thought of Harper’s Market continuing with another generation brought unexpected joy.
“Then this will help you expand it,” I said. “Whatever you choose, you’ll have options.”
That was something Daniel had tried to take from her. Options. Opportunities. A future built on something solid.
Now she’d have them all.
