The Years That Followed
Life was hard, but it was honest.
I started a home bakery. I raised them with scraped knees and bedtime lullabies. We didn’t have luxury, but we had laughter. We had love.
When they turned four, the questions began.
“Do we have a dad?”
I answered as best I could. “You came from love. And you have me.”
It was enough.
Until it wasn’t.
