She didn’t hesitate. “Because I know what it’s like to have nothing and a little one who needs everything. And I know if the roles were reversed, you’d do the same for us.”
I sat beside my wife and our tiny baby, realizing this child had already inspired a level of love and sacrifice I had never fully understood before.
In the weeks that followed, my wife and I juggled everything we could. I picked up extra shifts, sometimes skipped lunch to save money, and my wife did her best while still recovering. We were exhausted. Some days included small arguments followed by quick apologies. The love was always there—even if the weight of life pressed heavy on us.
One day, I stopped by my parents’ house to return the empty grocery bags. I found my dad in the garage fixing an old lawnmower.
“Need help?” I asked.
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