“Advertising?” I asked.

“Yes. Flexible hours, remote work, generous salary. Enough to provide comfortably for your children.”

I glanced at Adam and Alice, now quiet on the gazebo bench. Adam’s eyes were alert, Alice leaned against him.

“You’d let me bring them if needed?” I asked cautiously.

“Of course,” she assured. “We want your mind, not your presence in an office.”

It sounded unreal—but her presence made it feel real. She handed me a card. “Think about it. Tomorrow, we’ll talk again.”

I nodded slowly. “Okay. I will.”

Later, I returned to the blind man. Kneeling, I placed my last ten-dollar bill in his hand.

“You don’t know this,” I whispered, “but by helping you, I helped myself. This is my thanks.”

“May God bless you,” he said warmly. “Tell me… what did you write on my sign?”

I smiled. “The same thing. Just different words.”

He gave a knowing nod.

That night, I tucked Alice into bed. She gripped my hand. “Are we okay, Mommy?”

I kissed her forehead. “We’re more than okay.”

Adam, serious-eyed, asked, “That lady—she wasn’t bad, right?”

I shook my head. “No. I think she was the opposite.”