Her gaze was so sincere that it was impossible to mistake her words for anything but the truth. Such a sensible daughter she had. Delh couldn’t help but silently chew her eldest son out. The boy must’ve been blind to use his sister of having a bad temper


    “Ahem, d you’re not upset. Your dad said he’ll drive you to school tomorrow. You can sleep <b>in </b><b>a </b>bit, Delh said


    hastily.


    “Okay.”


    “Then get some rest early. Don’t stay up toote. I’m heading out.” Delh advised, then turned to leave.


    “Mom, wait a sec.” Mirabe suddenly called her back, then turned and walked into her room.


    In just a moment, Mirabe returned to the doorway, handing Delh a porcin jar. “Take one every three days, and within a month, your migraines should clear up.”


    Delh, somewhat stunned, took the jar. “This…did thise from a friend of yours?” She remembered her daughter mentioning something simr <b>a </b>few <b>days </b>ago, along with a package that had arrived today.


    Mirabe gave a nomittal hum in response.


    Holding the jar for some time. Delh finally smiled and said. “Thank your friend for me. That’s very thoughtful.”


    Although thest remedy Mirabe had given her did work wonders, Delh didn’t quite believe in aplete cure for her migraines. Nheless, it was the thought that counted, and she appreciated her daughter’s concern.


    Mirabe could see the skepticism in Delh’s eyes but just smiled without further exnation.


    The next morning dawned crisp and clear.


    Mirabe descended the stairs dressed casually, her long ponytail swishing and a modest canvas backpack slung her shoulder. Though her look was simple, her striking, sculpted features lent her an effortlessly <b>cool </b>air.


    Delh watched her daughter with a sense of pride, thinking that while some people needed clothes to look good. Mirabe made the clothes look good. Whatever Mirabe wore, she wore with style<b>. </b>


    But then-


    “Mira, why aren’t y


    you wearing any of the clothes I bought you? Don’t you like them?” Delh asked. Her hands were crossed over her chest, suddenly feeling that the skirts and dresses she’d chosen might not be quite right for her daughter.


    Hearing this, Mirabe quickly exined to prevent another ‘we can rece them if you don’t like them‘ kind of extravagant offer. “I’m just morefortable in pants, and I’ll be wearing a uniform at school anyway.”


    Delh considered this and then conceded, “Alright, my bad. I’ll pick out some pants for you next time.<b>” </b>


    over


    A daughter who could pull off sweet, cool, and everything in between? Absolutely needed the right wardrobe!


    Shawn, who had been reading the newspaper, also set it aside and picked up a card he had prepared earlier, walking over to her. “Sweetheart, I didn’t know what to get you, and I’m not sure what you’re into. This card is my back–to–school gift to you–no limits, use it for whatever you need.”


    Mirabe’s smile twitched as her eyesnded on the offered ck card. Weren’t they supposed to be a struggling household?


    A ck <b>card </b>with no spending limit? This felt bizarrely like the luxury of a hidden, wealthy family.


    Seeing her stunned expression, Shawn remembered she had grown up in a small town. After <b>a </b>few seconds of thought. he insisted on putting the card in her hand, adding. “Keep the card for now. The pin is your birthday. If you’re notfortable using it, no worries–I’ll go to the bankter and withdraw some cash for you.”


    Mirabe was forcibly handed the card and felt like she was about to be bombarded with cash. What was going on?