EFFORT

"A house?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, disbelieving as I searched his gaze for any hint of jest.

His slow, deliberate nod only deepened my bewilderment. I could hardly wrap my mind around the whirlwind of extravagant gifts he had bestowed upon me: the designer shoes that took up my closet, the luxurious bags that felt more like artifacts than accessories, and the flashy car.

And now, a house? It felt surreal as if I were trapped in some lavish daydream.

As I stood there, my heart raced with confusion. Why was he going to such lengths for someone like me? I couldn't comprehend it.

Deep inside, I felt unworthy of his affection, as if I were just a thief, accepting treasures without a rightful claim. I hadn't lifted a finger to match his generosity, let alone repay him.