Quarters and crumpled bills lightly decorate the bottom of an old pickle jar. A getaway, a road trip, or even a new book seemed so far away. I felt the dollar in my pocket, Mother's whisper in my ear:
"Just save what you can, Annie, even just a penny a day."
"A penny a day won't even buy a book in my lifetime," I was so bitter back then. Now I can't remember why.
"Ah," She said in that gentle way, "but a penny a day can by can by a bit of candy when the week isn't going your way, or a gallon of gas when there's just a bit farther to go. Remember those big dreams to hold your chip up, but don't ignore the little things that help you move forward."