Now I understood what she meant.
But I still had one question.
“Why did you keep all of this a secret from me?”
My mother sat down.
Tears filled her eyes.
“Because we started this because of you, Margaret.”
I froze.
“Because of ME?”
She nodded.
“Do you remember when you were ten years old and wanted to become a doctor? But we were so poor that we couldn’t even afford new school shoes.”
I remembered.
My mother continued:
“One day, you said, ‘I wish I could be another girl, someone who had the chance to make her dreams come true.’”
I began crying.
“You remember that?”
“Every single word.”
My mother took my hand.
“Clara and I decided to create a place where little girls could see themselves, even for just one day, as the women they dreamed of becoming. And then we wanted to help them take real steps toward making those dreams come true.”
