He lowered his eyes to the envelope.
— Then, when I saw the bill and realized that the carriage cost $1,400, I asked Julian if he had really bought it himself. Maya told me that he had also sold his guitar, PlayStation and savings.
He came back from my son.
— At that moment I realized that I couldn’t accept this sacrifice without doing anything.
— I don’t want anything in return, sir, — said Julian immediately. — Please, don’t think I did it for the money.
Maya’s father smiled with sadness.
— That’s exactly what my daughter told me. That’s why I’m not giving you money as a reward. I want to tell you something else.
He opened the envelope and issued a document.
It was a bill of sale for an electric Fender Stratocaster guitar.
But it wasn’t Julian’s guitar bill.
— A few years ago, before Maya became so seriously ill, I played in a music group, — he explained. — I left the music when medical expenses became unaffordable and I started working extra hours. I saved my guitar in the attic. It was the only thing about my old life that I didn’t have the heart to sell.
