But she insisted, transferring me $28,000, saying, “A girl with property and savings knows true security.”
With the funds in hand, I arranged to meet the landlord on Monday to sign the contract.
That evening, Dad treated us to a delightful dinner and topped it off with a creamy cake to celebrate my belated birthday.
As I sat before the dancing flames of the candles, I closed my eyes, wishing for nothing but my parents’ happiness and good health.
But just as I extinguished the flames, an unexpected message popped up on my screen.
