And we did.
My mom became my rock, helping me raise Sophie and Lily while I wrestled with crushing grief.
It was grueling, but I had to stay strong for my girls. I threw myself into being both mother and father, working tirelessly to keep our little family afloat.
Now, Sophie’s 7 and Lily’s 5. They’ve grown into incredible kids with such distinct personalities. Sophie’s our bookworm, always lost in a story, while Lily’s our social butterfly, charming everyone she meets.
Life was finally starting to feel steady. I landed a great job at a well-known firm, where I met David two years ago.
We connected instantly.
“You know, Emma,” he said over coffee one day, “there’s something truly special about you.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I teased.
“Definitely good,” he grinned. “You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met.”
When David proposed, I was overjoyed but cautious. My girls always come first, so I needed their approval before saying yes. I invited David to spend a day with us at home.
“Mom,” Sophie said after he left, “can David come back? He’s so much fun!”
“Yeah!” Lily nodded. “He promised to teach me how to ride my bike without training wheels!”
