Son compartido

The day before I was supposed to pay my college tuition, my bank account showed zero. Not low. Not pending. Zero. And the person who emptied it was my mother. I’m the first child in my family. Growing up, my mom always told me one thing: “Education is your only escape.” We weren’t rich. My dad passed away when I was twelve, and from then on, it was just the two of us. She worked double shifts. I studied hard. We both sacrificed. When I got accepted into my dream university, we celebrated