Chapter 14 - My Grandmother Gave Me the Key to the Rusted BoxGrandma was seventy-eight when she finally gave me the key.
The rusted metal box sat on the table.
“You keep it.”
I stared at her.
“Why?”
“Because someday I'll be gone.”
“Don't say that.”
She smiled.
“Everyone goes.”
I began crying.
She placed the key in my palm.
“Promise me something.”
“What?”
“Never let money make you afraid.”
I nodded.
“And never let family convince you that love means surrender.”
I squeezed the key.
“I promise.”
She hugged me.
“You were the bravest person in my life.”
“No.”
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She shook her head.
“You opened the door.”
