“You had dreams,” she said softly.
“And you never told me what you gave up.”
I didn’t have an answer.
Because she was right.
I never said it out loud.
I just… chose her.
Every day.
Then she slid an envelope across the table.
“For you.”
I opened it.
And everything inside me stopped.
Acceptance.
Same university.
Adult program.
Fall semester.
“I applied for you,” she said.
“I told them everything.”
I stared at her like I was seeing her for the first time.
Not my little girl.
A person.
Someone who had been watching me… the whole time.
“You gave me a life,” she said.
“Now let me give yours back.”
I broke.
Right there at the table.
“What if I fail?” I asked.
“I’m 35.”
She smiled.
That same Bubbles smile.
“Then we figure it out,” she said.
“Like you always did.”
Three weeks later, I stood outside that campus.
Out of place.
Too old.
Too unsure.
“I don’t know how to do this,” I told her.
She took my arm.
“You taught me everything,” she said.
“You can do this.”
And for the first time in 18 years…
I walked toward something that was mine.
