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At dawn, Robert was waiting by the door. He handed me an envelope. Inside were two hundred dollars.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTo help you settle in,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Two hundred dollars. The price of a mother\u2019s love, apparently. I didn\u2019t hug him. I didn\u2019t say goodbye. I took the money, walked out the door, and didn\u2019t look back.<\/span><\/p>\n

I had no idea that in the lining of my old suitcase, tucked inside a book of poetry I hadn\u2019t opened in years, lay a secret that would turn me from a beggar into a queen.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Chapter 2: The Asphalt Bed<\/span><\/h3>\n

The taxi driver dropped me at a roadside motel on the outskirts of Los Angeles. It was a place where neon signs flickered like dying heartbeats and the carpet smelled of stale beer and despair.<\/span><\/p>\n

The room cost thirty dollars a night. I did the math. Two hundred dollars meant less than a week of shelter.<\/span><\/p>\n

For the first three days, I was paralyzed. I sat on the lumpy mattress, staring at the water stains on the ceiling. I cried until my tear ducts were dry deserts. I cried for Henry, who had left me too soon. I cried for the boy Robert used to be. I cried for the foolish, weak woman I had become.<\/span><\/p>\n

When the money ran out, the reality set in.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPay up or get out, Grandma,\u201d the motel manager said. He wasn\u2019t cruel; he was just indifferent. Indifference is the currency of the world.<\/span><\/p>\n

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At dawn, Robert was waiting by the door. He handed me an envelope. Inside were two hundred dollars. \u201cTo help you settle in,\u201d he said. Two hundred dollars. The price of a mother\u2019s love, apparently. I didn\u2019t hug him. I didn\u2019t say goodbye. I took the money, walked out the door, and didn\u2019t look back….<\/p>\n

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