“Hey,” I said. “I hope you know I’m proud of you. You didn’t just see someone hurting — you did something.”
Sam shrugged, but she smiled. “You’d have done the same, Mom.”
I realized every sacrifice, every tough choice, had shaped her into someone I admired.
***
The next day, Sam and Lizie burst through the door laughing.
“Mom, what’s for dinner?” Sam asked.
“Rice and whatever I can stretch.”
