“I know how much you sacrificed, and I want to make everything good and happy for you. Believe me. I really, really do”
“Bye, Ma,” Miri said at the front door.
“I’ll see you later. Have a really good day at school.”
“Thanks.” Miri reached for the handle, then stopped. “Oh, Ma? What happened with the house you saw last night? Did he like it?”
“He did. Very much.”
“Really?” Miri’s hands clasped together against her heart. “Does that mean we’re moving?”
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