without the title.
During the announcement, my boss said something that stayed with me.
Myra delivers consistently, and she never asks for credit.
I almost laughed.
Of course I never asked.
I had spent years being trained not to.
But the promotion wasn’t the real change.
The real change was quieter.
For the first time in eight years, my budget no longer revolved around somebody else’s crisis.
No emergency transfers.
No “just this once” checks.
No automatic payments draining my account to support lives that weren’t mine.
When Patricia sent
