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At twenty-three, my life changed overnight. I went from planning a shared future to raising two young children alone after a sudden loss. Grief followed me everywhere, but responsibilities didn’t pause. When rent, childcare, and daily expenses became overwhelming, I asked my father for help. His quiet refusal hurt deeply, not just because of the struggle ahead, but because it made me realize how alone I truly was.
The years that followed tested every part of me. I worked multiple jobs, stretched limited resources, and learned to survive on patience, creativity, and determination. Exhaustion was constant, but giving up was never an option. My children became my strength. Their laughter and trust pushed me forward, even on the hardest days. Slowly, through persistence and countless sacrifices, I built a life that wasn’t easy—but it was steady.
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