My dad noticed me limping along the street, my baby balanced on one arm and grocery bags digging into my fingers, and he asked,
“Where’s your car?”
When I murmured, “His mom took it… she said I should be grateful they’re letting us stay,” he didn’t argue. He didn’t sigh. He didn’t lecture.
He simply opened the car door and …
👇 👇 👇 👇 👇
