I Sold My Car and Picked up Night Shifts to Pay for My Daughter’s Tuition – The Call from the Dean’s Office Days Before Her Graduation Left Me Speechless

phone toward me. “Read it.”

I read the first line. Then the second.

Then I started crying.

Jane grabbed my arms. “Why are you crying? This is good.”

“It is good,” I said, wiping my face. “It’s just… big.”

She studied me carefully. “We can’t afford it, can we?”

That was Jane. Straight to the truth.

I cupped her face in both hands. “We’ll figure it out.”

I did continue reading …