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

I looked toward the professor by the window. She nodded softly.

“The last balance is gone,” Jane said. “You do not have to make one more payment.”

I stared at the paper until the words blurred.

“No,” I whispered. “Sweetheart, you shouldn’t have used your money for that.”

Her face changed then. Softer. Stronger.

“I should have.”

“That was for you.”

“It was always for us.”

My hand flew to my mouth.

Jane leaned closer.

“Mom, I know what it cost you.”

I looked away, but she kept going.