Rachel gave me a small smile.
“And you’ve helped us. That’s how being neighbors works.”
Greg nodded.
“You’ve driven my daughter to soccer more times than I can count. Let us do something for you for a change.”
I felt my eyes sting.
I wasn’t used to being the person people rushed to help.
I was used to being the one who made the calls, rearranged the schedule, and figured everything out.
“I don’t want anyone feeling obligated,” I said.
Rachel took my hand.
“Neither did we when you helped us. That’s the point.”
Behind her, two other parents offered to contribute toward the repair. One volunteered to drive Emma to school until the Honda was fixed.
I stood there, overwhelmed by the kindness of people I had never expected to ask for anything.
Then Emma tugged my sleeve.
“Mom?”
I turned toward her.
“Can I tell you something?”
“Of course.”
