My Mother's Choice

Summary

The day I received my provisional acceptance into a graduate program, my mom came home carrying two shopping bags with the Apple logo on them.

She said with a smile, "Since you're both heading to graduate school, I bought each of you a new laptop. It's only fair."

My sister eagerly tore open her bag. Inside was the latest MacBook—sleek, lightweight, and beautiful.

Then, Mom handed me mine. It was an older model from several years ago, with basic specs and not even a single accessory included.

I looked down at the two laptops, the difference between them impossible to ignore.