But apparently, Kendra didn’t want meaningful. She wanted money.
I sat on the edge of my bed rereading her message.
I grabbed a juice from the fridge, took a breath, and typed back:
“Hey Kendra, I already planned a special gift I was excited to give you and Bryce. I can’t swing $500 on top of all the travel expenses. I hope that’s okay?”
I hit send and stared at my screen.
Her reply came seconds later.
“Umm… not really, Lila. We made it clear. Everyone’s giving the same. It’s not fair if some people get to be cheap. That’s just how we’re doing it. Sorry.”
Cheap? Because I wasn’t bringing an envelope of cash?
