My Parents Called Me At 2 A.M. On Christmas Eve Screaming For $20,000 …

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“No, no,” she sighed. “We scraped together the last of our savings. There’s barely enough for gas and the motel, but we’ll make do. We’ll just eat sandwiches. It’s about being together, right?”

I felt a pang of guilt. Here I was in my warm apartment, and my aging parents were going to eat sandwiches in a motel room for Christmas.

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