I Visited My Son’s Home—What I Saw Broke My Heart

That Friday morning, Ryan’s loud voice shook the house.Ryan: “Emma! Where are my clean clothes? And where’s breakfast?!”But when he walked into the kitchen, he froze.Instead of Emma running around like usual, she was sitting at the table, sipping tea. The kids were already dressed, small backpacks by the door. Her eyes were red, but…
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