“This would be more than a donation. This would cost a lot and it would be time-consuming.”
“I have the money,” she says, “and you have the time. You would be in charge. Our grandparents run the rec center in Las Vegas. They would know what to do. How to set it all up.”
She’s right. Years ago, before we were born, our grandparents started a recreational center for kids to get them off the streets because Micaela’s dad, Marco, was one of those kids on the street. They’ve been successfully running it for years and would gladly help us.
“And if Aiden agrees, we can pay him to work here, to help us…”
“Which would pay for him to live in assisted living.” I throw my arms around Georgia. “You’re a freaking genius, and the best sister ever! Thank you! Thank you! This is the best birthday ever. I can’t wait to get started and tell Aiden…” I hug her tighter. “I love you, Georgia, thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me, Lex. I’m your sister. I just want you to be happy.”
I pull away from her and glance back at the building. “This is it, Georgia. I can feel it… This is my path.”
Lexi