I am a 62-year-old widow with one son and three grandchildren—or at least, that’s what I believed for most of my life.
After my husband passed away, my son became my anchor. I poured everything I had into him—my time, my savings, my heart. When he married, I welcomed his wife with cautious hope. And when their children arrived, I believed God had granted me a second chance at joy.
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