Maybe it was answered prayers. Maybe it was a final flicker of light. But against all odds—against every doctor's prognosis—Mom stabilized.A month later, she came home.I moved back into that house—the house that held so much love and so much misunderstanding. I quit everything to be by her side.I learned to make soup. Learned to give massages. Learned to tell jokes when chemo made her miserable.I threw everything I had into making up for what I'd done.One day, Dad called me into his study."Your mom's treatment costs money. And you can't just waste away here forever."He handed me a bank card."This is your startup capital. Go do what you've always wanted. Don't be afraid to fail. We'll always be here."I didn't refuse.I used that money to start my own marketing consultancy.Dad didn't interfere. He just quietly introduced me to every contact he'd built over a lifetime.On opening day, Garrett and Vanessa came.Vanessa stood in front of me, holding a big fruit basket, her eyes re
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