long time.
Then she said:
“I owe you an apology.”
I didn’t interrupt.
“I thought because you were strong, you didn’t need anyone.”
I looked down at my coffee.
She continued.
“And because you always helped, I thought you were happy helping.”
I swallowed.
“I wasn’t.”
“I know that now.”
She reached across the table.
“We treated your generosity like an obligation.”
“Yes.”
“And when you finally stopped giving it, we called you selfish.”
“Yes.”
She nodded.
“I was wrong.”
Those three words meant more than any amount of money.
