4

When I woke up in the morning, I saw Trevis staring blankly at the acceptance letter.

However, even in my groggy state, I knew that there was no money left at home.

What about Trevis's tuition fee?

So, I made up my mind to go out and earn some money.

He didn't stop me.

That day, I scoured the neighborhood, collecting numerous cardboard boxes and scraps from trash bins.

By evening, I sold them to the scrap dealer, and he handed me four dollars and thirty-six cents.

When I returned home and pushed the door open, I found Trevis still seated at the table, gazing at the acceptance letter, lost in thought.

It seemed as if he hadn't moved all day.

I walked over, proudly handed him the money, and said, "Trevis, from now on, I'll take care of you."

I didn't understand money, but I knew that four dollars and thirty-six cents was a significant sum. It could buy me at least forty candies!

As for Trevis, he stared at the crumpled banknote in his hand, lost in thought. He placed his hand over his eyelids and then burst into laughter.

I had never seen anyone with such an expression before, laughing while tears streamed through the gaps between his fingers.

I didn't know what decision Trevis had made in that moment.

All I knew was that he tucked the acceptance letter away at the bottom of the drawer, and it was never brought out again.