I asked my sister Peregrine about tuna salad’s shelf life. She said 3-5 days and checked on me. Jobless, I was struggling but hid it. She caught me with old tuna, urging me to talk. At 3 a.m., I confessed feeling lost. She helped me start small: resume updates, job applications. Her support led to a marketing job. I learned she’d
covered my rent, maxing out credit cards. Guilty, I freelanced to repay her. We cleared her debts. When neighbor Regan faced a breakup, Peregrine’s kindness inspired me to help. Then Peregrine was laid off. I supported her job hunt, and she landed a better role. We celebrated with friends, reflecting on our growth. From tuna to life, we learned care and connection rebuild hope. I now say, “Three days for tuna—and check on your people.”
