I Sold My Car and Picked up Night Shifts to Pay for My Daughter’s Tuition – The Call from the Dean’s Office Days Before Her Graduation Left Me Speechless

“It’s covered, Mom.”

Covered.

That word hit me so hard I had to sit down.

Not almost covered.

Not partly covered.

Not another mountain to climb with blistered feet and empty pockets.

Covered.

Jane knelt in front of me.

“Breathe.”

I gave a broken little laugh. “I am breathing.”

“No, you’re not.”