Mia gave up her place.
Just like that.
“She told the girl she’d already had plenty of good things.”
I felt something twist inside me.
Because I knew exactly where that phrase had come from.
“I’ve Already Had Enough”
Mia had developed the same habit at home.
If we went shopping, she’d choose the cheapest thing.
If she wanted a snack, she’d ask whether it was “too expensive.”
If I offered to buy her something she liked, she’d sometimes say, “It’s okay. I don’t really need it.”
I’d always praised her.
“You’re so mature.”
“You’re so considerate.”
“You think about other people.”
