Chapter 11

As the years pass, my son grows into a bright and spirited child. His laughter fills our home, and his curiosity fuels endless adventures.

Sarah , Ruth, and I continue to be a united front, raising him with love, guidance, and unwavering support.

One sunny afternoon, as we gather in the backyard for a picnic, my son, now four years old, runs around chasing butterflies.

Sarah and Ruth sit beside me, sharing stories and laughter, while keeping a watchful eye on our little explorer.

"Can you believe how fast time flies?" Ruth says, her voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and awe.

"I know," Sarah replies, smiling. "It feels like just yesterday we were sitting in your room, discussing the news of Susan 's pregnancy."

A surge of gratitude washes over me as I watch my son giggle with pure joy. "I couldn't have done it without the two of you," I say, my voice filled with genuine appreciation.

Ruth squeezes my hand. "You've done an incredible job, Susan . You're a remarkable mother."

Sara