An Envelope From a Stranger Saved My Family From Losing Our Home

white sandwich bread, my finger hovering over the store-brand loaf that cost eighty-nine cents.

“Can we get the cinnamon one, Daddy?” Lily asked, pointing to a bag with bright red lettering.

“The one with the icing on the front?”

“Not today, Lily,” I said, putting the cheaper loaf into the cart. “We have the honey at home.”

“But the honey continue reading …