Seeing Life Differently
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.
“Need help?” I asked.
He glanced up and said with a hint of humor, “You’ve got time for your old man now?”
We worked together in easy silence. As daylight faded, I noticed his hands trembling slightly.
“You okay, Dad?” I asked.
He sighed. “Just tired. Your mom hasn’t been feeling her best lately.”
I didn’t think much of it. Mom always pushed herself for others.
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