I hold it in my hand again. Evidence of years of toil and worry. The product of tightened belts, making do, getting by. But not by me.
What does one do with such a thing? This was never meant for me. It was supposed to be for you. Your golden years. A rest, a respite. A rainy day, prime real estate in a retirement villa. How can I ever cash it? But it says there, right at the top:
Valid for 180 days from date of issue.
Can I trade this check for 180 days? I won’t waste them this time, I promise. Not a one. No questions unasked, no words unspoken.
Not a one.
I don’t know what to buy. I can’t get what’s really important with this, this currency, can I? I don’t know what to say