Having this woman stay with us made us feel very well off. This is why my mum is a genius. She could’ve told us a million times that we were lucky to have what we had—three meals a day, clothes to wear, a roof over our heads—and we would never have believed her because we heard these clichés all the time and they didn’t make us feel lucky. But allowing someone who had even less than we did to live with us made us feel incredibly fortunate, wealthy even.
