"You were my hero," I whispered. "Until the very end."
The biggest secret my grandfather ever kept had nothing to do with money.
It was a matter of faith.
He believed in my future long before I could see it myself. He traded comfort for hope. He endured my teenage resentment without ever defending himself.
This lack that I once hated was in reality the scaffolding of my freedom.
And every time I help a child find security, I know I am living in the heart of the dream they have built, one carefully laid deposit at a time.
