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Then she revealed something unexpected.
“We weren’t rich either.”
Ethan blinked.
“What?”
“My mother worked two jobs.”
“You never told me.”
“You never asked.”
He stared at her.
All those years, he had assumed she came from a comfortable family.
Instead, she understood hardship better than he realized.
“We struggled too,” she said. “Not as much as you did, but enough.”
“Then why share what little you had?”
Maya laughed.
“Because you looked hungry.”
The answer was exactly the same as before.
Simple.
Honest.
Beautiful.
A Promise Remembered
As the evening ended, Ethan walked Maya to her car.
They talked for hours.
Neither wanted the conversation to end.
Eventually, Maya smiled.
“You know, you kept your promise.”
“What promise?”
“You said you’d get rich.”
Ethan laughed.
“I suppose I did.”
She folded her arms.
“That’s only half the promise.”
He stared at her.
Then both remembered.
The hill.
The sunset.
The handshake.
The childhood declaration.
“When I’m rich, I’ll marry you.”
For a moment, neither spoke.
Then Maya laughed so hard she nearly cried.
“You actually remember?”
“Every word.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Probably.”
