180 Receipts of Regret
Language: en
The lawyer slid a shoebox across the desk toward me. He said it was the inheritance left by Mr. Thomas Becker. I popped the lid. There wasn't any cash inside. Just fifteen bundles of Western Union money order receipts, bound tightly with rubber bands. The paper was yellowing at the edges. I pulled the top slip from the pile. The designated payee was Haley Becker. The amount was exactly $500.00. The date stamped at the top read March 15, 2009—the year I turned twelve. I distinctly remembered my mother’s voice: Your father walked out on us. He never gave us a single red cent. I flipped…