“Well, I still wouldn’t punch you in the face,” I said. “But I would work hard enough so you’d always have everything you need. I’d go hungry so you could eat.” She gave me an amused look. “I wouldn’t let you go hungry for me,” she said. “I know. That’s why I’d never tell you.” “You wouldn’t tell me?” “The truest sacrifices are the ones no one knows anything about.”
