My 13-year-old son sold his expensive guitar to buy a wheelchair for his classmate — then the next day, the police showed up and told me WHAT he had really done. – usnews

I let out a slow breath. “Did you get a fair price?”

He nodded. “Mostly.”

“Mostly isn’t a number, Alejandro.”

“I asked for $1,200. I got $850. But it was enough. I ordered it through the hospital, and it’s paid for. They’ll call when it’s ready.”

I closed my eyes. That guitar had cost more, but not by much. It wasn’t reckless stupidity, and I had to admit he’d thought it through.

“Mom?” I opened my eyes. He was watching me carefully, the way he did when he wasn’t sure whether I was about to hug him or ground him. “Are you mad?”

I looked at him for a long moment. “I am shocked, baby,” I said. “But I am so incredibly proud of you. And I’m also mad that you sold something that valuable without telling me first.”

He nodded quickly. “That’s fair.”