That was how a son born outside marriage, cast aside by his family, ended up making a home with an orphan who had no one else.
To pay my medical bills, Elliot, once a privileged heir, waited tables in restaurants. He hauled bricks, swept floors, handed out flyers, and took any job he could find.
"Ivy, when you're rich someday, how are you going to repay me?" he asked once, wolfing down the cheese omelet I had made and talking his usual nonsense.
My eyes stung as I watched him, and I turned away to wipe my tears.
I began tutoring 6 months before his birthday to save money. I used every dollar to buy him a wristwatch that cost 1,000 dollars.
Elliot was furious when he received it. He dragged me back to the store and demanded a refund, but the sale was final.
After arguing with the cler
