“And when I grow up, I’ll send you to college, okay, Mommy?” Aurelia said, running over to hug Niamh’s neck.
“Okay, okay,” Niamh said, wiping Aurelia’s runny nose. “I’ll be waiting for all of you to grow up.”
Her heart swelled with love. The past five years of her life hadn’t been wasted. Raising these four children on her own was the hardest thing she’d ever done, but moments like these made it all worthwhile.
After hanging the laundry, Niamh changed from her dress into a tracksuit to make cleaning easier. She rarely wore dresses these days anyway.
At 6:30, she headed out and ran into Lyric, who was just returning from walking her dog. “Lyric, can I ask you for a favor?”
Lyric lived in the apartment next door. Apparently, she owned a large villa but found it too lonely, so she had moved into one of her own apartment buildings instead.
“Of course, Ms. Lynn. What is it?”
“I have to work tonight and won’t be back until around ten. Could you possibly check on the children for me around nine?”
“Of course! I’m just sitting at home by myself anyway. I’d be happy to keep an eye on them for you,” Lyric agreed warmly. “Anytime you need to work, I can help out. Don’t you worry.”

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