I thought covering a stranger’s $5 worth of groceries was just another rough-day decision in a broke single mom’s life… until someone showed up at my door three days later asking to fulfill her last request.
My name is Lily, I’m 29, and I’m a single mom of three.
Last Thursday started like hell.
Our life is loud, sticky, and always one bill away from disaster.
Emma was crying because Josh finished the “good” cereal.
Josh swore he didn’t.
Max was doing laps in his underwear, roaring like a dinosaur.
My phone buzzed on the counter: rent reminder, late electric notice, a text from my boss asking if I could cover another shift.
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