There Would Be Food Tomorrow
She took a step back.
Just one step.
But it was enough to shatter my heart into pieces.
“Dad,” she whispered.
“I’m not here to yell at you, Maya,” I said, and I heard my own voice shake.
She lowered her eyes to the floor.
“I’m sorry about the computer money,” she said, in a small voice.
And that apology, for a thing she had not done wrong, undid me.