“It’s so far out, Cal,” I told my husband as we sat on the couch, talking about moving in.
“It’s miles from the kids’ school and our jobs! We’ll have to leave way earlier to get anywhere on time,” I said, sighing.
“I know, Kalia,” Cal said. “It bugs me that the nearest store is twenty minutes away. But I don’t want to seem ungrateful.”
I got it. Their gift came at the right time. Our tiny two-bedroom house was too small. It was cluttered, and our three kids shared one cramped room.
