There had been a question about whether I planned to complete my schooling.

I had written yes, then stared at the word because it looked like a promise I couldn’t possibly keep.

The grant had covered only part of the cost of childcare.

It was still enough to make another semester possible.

When the approval arrived, I cried while Mrs.

Avery read the letter aloud, because I was afraid that if I spoke I would start apologizing for needing help.

Now I held that note in an office with my name on the door.