My wife became a huge support—cooking meals for my parents, checking in daily, and sitting with my mom during treatments.
One evening, I found my dad crying alone in the garage. I didn’t say a word. I just sat beside him. Sometimes silence is the best comfort.
During all of this, the memory of telling my parents “you’re on your own” haunted me. Even though they never brought it up, I carried it heavily.
Around that time, my manager called me into his office.
“You’ve been looking worn down,” he said. “Everything okay at home?”
I told him the truth.
He listened quietly—and then offered me a promotion I hadn’t expected. Better pay. Flexible hours.
It felt like a miracle.Continue reading…
