Sixteen years ago, my life took a turn I could never have imagined. I was 56, moving from one modest rental apartment to another, eking out a living with small jobs that barely covered the bills. Life felt ordinary, predictable, and at times painfully slow. Then my son, Mark, did something extraordinary. At just 29 years old, he achieved a dream that I myself had never managed to reach: he bought a modest, one-story home for his young family—his wife Melissa and their bright-eyed little daughter, Emma.
