Finding Strength in Small Moments
“Hey buddy, want to play with blocks?” I called. Aiden’s eyes lit up as he flapped his hands with joy. Watching him struggle to stack the blocks, despite his limited movement, gave me strength. Fatigue, money troubles, sleepless nights—all faded when I saw him fight to grow.
One evening, my friend Brian dropped by with a six-pack.
“You holding up, man?”
“Trying,” I sighed. “It’s tough.”
“Vanessa’s a piece of work, leaving you like that.”
“I won’t let her break us,” I said firmly.
Our neighbor Lucy often pitched in—bringing meals, watching Aiden. Their kindness kept me going.
