"Daddy? Where's Mom?"
I worked three jobs for the first few years. Morning warehouse shift, afternoon deliveries, and evening bookkeeping for a plumbing company that mostly paid me in exhaustion.
My mother kept the house alive while I kept the lights on. When she passed away two years ago, it felt like losing the only person who had held our family together with nothing but stubbornness and grocery lists.
But we built something anyway. Not perfect. Not easy. But it was ours.
Maya grew into the kind of girl who saw what needed doing before anyone asked. Owen, my son, became the one who carried heavy things without announcement. Ellie learned how to make Rosie laugh on the bad days. June turned every hard moment into a joke. And Rosie, the baby Natalie left behind, grew into a child who believes I can fix almost anything as long as I have coffee first.
That is the kind of faith no man fully earns. Fathers just borrow it and try not to waste it.
