We gave everything to raise them with love. Now the house is quiet—and yet, hope still finds a way in.
We didn’t ask for much.
We wore the same worn coats for years so they could have new ones each fall. We skipped dinners so they’d have full plates. We gave up dreams, delayed retirement, worked second jobs—not because we had to, but because we wanted them to have more than we ever did.
That was our joy: to see them thrive. To watch them grow into people with ambition, confidence, and laughter in their voices.
