“Helping is wonderful. What concerns me is that Mia doesn’t seem capable of letting anyone help her.”
Then she told me about the horseback trail.
It had been the activity Mia had anticipated most.
She had talked about it for months.
But another camper had missed the sign-up deadline and started crying because all the spaces were full.
Mia gave up her place.
Just like that.
“She told the girl she’d already had plenty of good things.”
I felt something twist inside me.
Because I knew exactly where that phrase had come from.
“I’ve Already Had Enough”
Mia had developed the same habit at home.
If we went shopping, she’d choose the cheapest thing.
