It’s a sunny Saturday afternoon, and your friends are busy making plans. You had already gathered up enough courage to ask to go to the mall, see the movie, go to the diner, or whatever else you and your friends might’ve done as kids. And, by some grace of God, your mom said yes. Pretty great, eh?
But now, right as Sara’s mom is supposed to pull up in your driveway, you realize you’re forgetting something. A little green piece of paper. Something, that after having to pay for that lost library book last week, you don’t have. Oh no.
You walk downstairs, and with a deep breath, you speak the sentence every teenager (and parent) dreads,
“Mom, can I have some money for the mall with Sara?”
Your mom gets off the couch. You hold your breath, anticipating a rebuttal of some sort. She walks to the kitchen. You hesitantly follow. She gets out the wallet and pulls out a $50 bill. Your jaw drops to the floor.
“This is the only cash I have. You better not spend it all, and give. back. the. change.” She hands over the money.
Just as you stutter out a thank you, Sara’s mom pulls up, and you run out the door.
At the mall, you transform into a 60-year-old man: stingy, cheap, and overly cautious with EVERYTHING you buy. “Is it really necessary?” you ask every time you see something remotely interesting. The answer is no. It’s always going to be no. Forever and ever and ever.
You arrive back home, only spending half of what your mom gave you. Ready to part with the excess $25, you walk into your mom’s room. You extend your hand, armed with the cash. Unexpectedly, she utters one small sentence.
“Just keep the change for next time you go.”
The phrase forces you to do a double take. But once you fully comprehend, you run to her, hugging her tight, and gleefully skip upstairs, feeling like you’re walking on air, or like when you finally passed your history exam after the third (!!!!) time.
You tuck the money into your empty wallet and sigh a sigh of content.
Awesome!
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