I was counting change behind the counter when an old woman paid for bread with a coin worth a fortune, and somehow, that tiny silver piece ended up turning my whole life upside down.
I’d never had much. No family dinners, no warm hugs waiting at home.
Just a few blurry memories of my grandpa — his old hands polishing coins under a yellow lamp, his quiet laugh when I got their names wrong.
After he passed, I drifted from one foster home to another until I was old enough to take care of myself.