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I called my internet provider to cancel my $65 monthly subscription after switching to a different company. The woman on the phone asked, “May I know why you’re leaving us?” I said, “Your service keeps disconnecting, and I’m tired of paying for internet I can’t use.” She apologized and offered me a 20% discount. I declined. She offered me a free upgrade for three months. I declined again. Then she suggested sending a technician to inspect my connection. I told her I’d already switched providers and simply wanted to close my account. She explained that I needed to return the router to one of their branches before the cancellation could be completed. So I packed it up and drove to their nearest office the following afternoon. The employee at the counter checked my account, collected the router, and handed me a receipt.

My godmother sent me $100 on every birthday from the day I was born until I turned 18. She always told my mother, “Don’t let her spend it. One day, she’ll understand why I’m saving.” By the time I turned 21, I expected the money to be waiting for me. I wanted to use it to pay for a professional course I’d been dreaming about. When I asked my mother about it, she looked uncomfortable and said, “Your godmother never gave me any money.” I thought she was joking. I called my godmother, but her number had been disconnected. I decided to visit her old house, only to discover that she’d moved away two years earlier. Her former neighbor gave me a number and said, “She left something with me in case you ever came looking.” I called immediately. Three days later, a courier delivered a small envelope. Inside was a bank statement, a letter, and a photograph of my mother holding me as a newborn. The statement showed that every birthday payment had gone into an account. But the balance was zero. The letter explained that my mother had approached her years earlier, asking for help because she was about to lose our family home. My godmother had used the savings to help her pay the outstanding mortgage. At the bottom, she wrote: