Tom had always been the kind of boy who noticed the cost of things. Not just money. He noticed the effort, time, and what people gave up, even when they thought they were hiding it well.
When he was little, I’d offer to stop for pizza on a Friday, and he’d say, “We’ve got food at home, Mom. We’re good.”
I told myself that meant I’d raised a thoughtful son. I didn’t realize how much of his thoughtfulness was really guilt wearing good manners.
Tom had always been the kind of boy who noticed the cost of things.
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