He gives up so much for me. The least I can do is make it, so he doesn’t have to give up anything else. “You’ve always taken care of me,” I say. “Li’l Bit, I do that because I want to,” Trey says. “A burden? Never. You’re too much of a gift to me.” Gift. One word, one syllable. I don’t know if it rhymes with anything because it’s a word I never thought could be used when it comes to me.
