My name is Martha, and my whole world has always revolved around two people: my daughter, Angela, and later, my granddaughter, Riley.

I raised Angela by myself after my husband, Bill, died in a factory accident when she was only four. I worked as a public librarian in a small town all my life. It wasn’t glamorous, and it sure didn’t pay much, but I loved the books and the people.

After my husband’s death, I learned how to make every penny count. I clipped coupons like it was an Olympic sport, saved every penny, and could stretch a casserole to feed six. Angela never went without, not if