The Quiet Year When Nothing Arrived
For nearly an entire year, not a single dollar arrived in my account. At sixty-nine, my life was already simple—relying mostly on my small Social Security check and whatever help my older son, David, and his wife, Melissa, offered. My younger son, Ethan, worked overseas. He called every month without fail, always saying the same thing:
“Mom, I’m sending money straight to your account. Use it for whatever you need, okay?”
Those words were a comfort to me, a steady reminder that help was on the way. But month after month, nothing came in. Not a cent.
