My eyes fixated on the paper, trying to make sense of the numbers that danced before me. The balance was not three hundred dollars. It was thirty thousand. Thirty. Thousand. Dollars. My breath caught in my throat, and my thoughts scrambled to piece together the impossible reality of it all.
I stood there, blinking back disbelief, as the gravity of what I was seeing slowly dawned on me. Could it be a mistake? Some kind of banking error? But the teller, with her cautious, empathetic expression, seemed convinced of its accuracy.
“Is this… is this correct?” I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
