Wesley turned the legal pad toward me. The first page contained a detailed budget, with household expenses listed down one side. But at the bottom, inside a thickly drawn box, were the words: FOR LORRAINE’S HOUSE. Above them was a list of monthly deposits into a savings account opened in my name. Joanna could contribute, but she couldn’t withdraw the money. The $890 they had presented as rent was actually the amount Wesley believed they could save every month for five years toward a down payment on a house for me.
He explained that they knew I would never accept a straightforward gift. They wanted me to believe I was paying rent and earning my place through babysitting, while secretly building savings for my future. “I didn’t think about how it would sound,” he admitted. “I didn’t think about the basement.” I looked at Joanna, who was already crying. She sat down and quietly admitted that the words on the original paper had been hers.
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