A Shift in Perspective
From that moment, everything changed. I began to notice the quiet ways she contributed without being asked—folding laundry, tidying the kitchen, playing with our dog as if he were her anchor.
Months passed. I never once asked her for money.
Then one morning, I woke to the smell of cinnamon and fresh coffee. She stood in the kitchen, beaming.
“I got a full-time job,” she said proudly. “At the hospital. And I’m applying for night classes, too.”
I hugged her—not for the job itself, but for the courage it had taken to get there.
