No More Vouchers For My Love
Language: en
A week before the summer trip, I marched into the living room clutching a battered tin box and dumped it onto the coffee table in front of my family. Inside sat five hundred and seventy-six reward vouchers—three years' worth of carefully saved paper tokens. "Mom, Dad, my entrance exam scores came in," I said, unable to keep the pride out of my voice. "I ranked top three in the state." I looked at them, my heart beating fast against my ribs. "I met the goal for the Hawaii trip. When do we leave?" I pulled out my phone, eager to show them the swimsuits I’d picked out and the detailed…