Rosa opened the letter that Marcus was too nervous to read himself, and a proud smile spread across her face. “You have been accepted into Berkeley. You are going to college.”
Marcus took the letter in his hands and could barely contain his own excitement. Then reality hit. “But I can’t afford this school, Aunt Rosa. It’s one of the most elite schools in the country. Even with a job I could never pay the tuition, books, living expenses...”
“Yes, you can,” she told him. “Your mother set up a trust fund for you for just this purpose.”
“A trust fund? How could she afford that? She made a nice living as a chef but not enough to set aside that much money.”
“According to an attorney who was executor of your mother’s will, she also collected some insurance money from your father’s acci
