Thinking I was stupid.
That I had made a mistake.
And that I couldn’t afford kindness.
***
The next few years weren’t easy.
I worked afternoons at a diner and nights at the library. I slept whenever the girls did, which wasn’t much.
There was a woman in my building, Mrs. Greene, who changed everything.
“You leave those babies with me when you’ve got a shift,” she told me one afternoon.
I had made a mistake.
I tried to pay her.
Mrs. Greene shook her head. “You finish school. That’s enough.”
So I did, slowly, one class at a time.
Lily and Mae grew up in that small, raggedy apartment, then another, then something a little better after I got steady work doing administrative support for a small firm.
It wasn’t easy.
But for a while, that felt like enough.
