I stared at my dad in disbelief. They had been saving my gifts to someday give back. “We wanted you to have something if life ever got too hard,” he said. That day, I understood real wealth—love given quietly, without expecting anything in return.
When Mom finished her last chemo treatment, we threw her a small backyard celebration. Later, she pulled me aside and said, “You were there when it mattered.” And she was right. Life isn’t about what you carry alone—it’s about who helps you carry it. Sometimes, the ones you think depend on you… are the ones holding you up the entire time. ❤️
