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After eleven months of sacrifice, I finally had it—$3,765. Enough for flights, an oceanfront hotel, and spending money for a week of pure magic. I planned to surprise her the following weekend… but everything fell apart first.
“What’s in the shoebox, honey?”
“Oh—hi, Aunt Viola. It’s just some money I’ve been saving,” I said, quickly shoving the bills back into the box. “That’s quite a lot for a 17-year-old,” she said in her sugary-sweet tone, stepping closer. “What’s it for?”
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I should have lied. I should have said it was for college. But I was so excited that the truth slipped out. “I’m taking Mom to the ocean. Seven days at the Seaview Bay Resort. It’s a surprise.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh, sweetie, that’s wonderful! But… you can’t book flights and hotels on your own. You’re still a minor.”
My stomach dropped. I hadn’t thought of that. “But don’t worry,” she continued smoothly. “I can help you. Give me the money, and I’ll take care of everything. I know all the best travel sites—and I might even get a discount.”
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