I was honest about who I was now. No more hiding. But I was also careful, very careful about who I let into my life. I met someone there, a volunteer named Tyler.
He was kind to everyone, patient with the children, respectful to the elderly.
He treated the janitor with the same courtesy he showed the donors. And when he found out who I was, nothing changed. He treated me exactly the same.
We’re taking it slow, very slow. But I have hope because that night taught me something important. My father was right. Money doesn’t define worth.
Character does. And the people who judge you by your appearance, your clothes, your perceived status, they were never worthy of knowing the real you in the first place.
Sometimes the worst experiences lead to the best lessons. And karma. Karma is very, very real. I don’t regret testing Brandon’s family.
I only regret that I wasted 8 months on someone who didn’t truly love me. But now I know better. Now I know what real love should look like.