When I was a child, my mother taught me to use a code word if I ever found myself in trouble and couldn’t speak openly about it. As an adult, I decided to pass on this life-saving trick to my daughter. I figured she might use it to avoid an awkward sleepover or uncomfortable hangout. Never did I imagine she’d need to use it so soon.

Yesterday started like any other day, or so I thought. As I sat in the kitchen, finishing my evening coffee, my phone rang. It was my ex-husband, Dave. Our once warm and affectionate relationship had become strained over the years, as divorce often does. We tried to maintain civility for our daughter, Amy, but tension was always there.

“Hey, Claire,” Dave’s voice was hesitant. “Amy wants to talk to you. She’s been asking to tell you about her day since she got here.”

This caught me off guard. Amy usually enjoyed her weekends with her dad and rarely called me during those visits. “Oh, sure, put her on,” I replied, keeping my voice steady, though I felt a knot forming in my stomach.

“Hi, Mom!” Amy’s voice was cheerful, but something in her tone didn’t sit right with me. I listened closely, picking up on an unusual undercurrent in her usually light-hearted chatter.

“Hey, sweetie! How’s your weekend going? Having fun?” I asked, trying to keep the conversation upbeat.

“Yeah, it’s been good. We went to the park yesterday, and I drew some pictures this morning. I drew a dog, a tree, and… I wish I had a blue marker so I could draw blueberries.”

The word “blueberries” hit me like a ton of bricks. My heart skipped a beat. Amid her innocent conversation, Amy had slipped in our secret code word. I froze, trying to stay calm. The word meant “get me out of here immediately.”

“That sounds great, honey. I’m coming to get you. Please don’t say anything to your father. I’ll explain when I get there.”

“Did you have anything else you wanted to tell me?”

“No, that’s it,” she said sweetly, but I sensed an underlying fear in her voice. I knew I had to get her out of there.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay, Mom. Love you.”

“Love you too, my Amy Wamy.” I heard her giggle as I hung up the phone, but my hands were trembling. What could have happened? Dave had always been a good father. But something was clearly wrong. I grabbed my keys and headed to his place, determined to bring Amy home.

When I arrived and knocked on the door, I was surprised to be greeted by a woman I didn’t recognize. She looked at me with a mix of curiosity and annoyance.

“Can I help you?” she asked curtly.

“I’m here to pick up my daughter. Is Dave home?”

“He just stepped out to run some errands, but Amy’s inside. Who are you?”

“I’m Claire, Amy’s mom,” I replied, trying to keep my cool. “And you are?”

The woman’s expression hardened. “I’m Lisa, Dave’s girlfriend. We’ve been living together for a few weeks now.”

I blinked, shocked. Dave had never mentioned having a girlfriend, let alone living with someone. Why hadn’t Amy said anything about this before? But now wasn’t the time for questions. I needed to get my daughter out of there.

“Well, Lisa, I just remembered Amy has a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning, and there are some things we need to go over beforehand,” I lied, forcing a smile. “I forgot to mention it to Dave, but I’ll bring her back later.”

Lisa didn’t seem convinced but didn’t argue. “Fine, but I’ll tell Dave.”

“Of course,” I said, stepping into the house. Amy was curled up on the couch, coloring in a book. Her face lit up when she saw me, but I noticed the relief in her eyes.

“Hi, sweetie,” I said, keeping things light. “We need to prepare for the doctor tomorrow, remember?”

Amy nodded, clutching her book. She didn’t say a word as we left the house. Lisa watched us go, but she didn’t stop us. Once we were in the car and driving away, I glanced at my daughter.

“You okay, baby?” I asked gently.

Amy nodded at first, but then the tension melted away, and she started to cry. “Mom, Lisa… Lisa is mean to me when Dad isn’t around.”

My heart sank. “What do you mean, sweetie?”

“She says I’m annoying and that I shouldn’t be there. She told me if I told Dad, he wouldn’t believe me because I’m just a kid. She said I should stay in my room and not bother them.”

Anger flared inside me. How dare this woman, a stranger in my daughter’s life, treat her this way?

“Amy, you did the right thing by telling me. I’m so proud of you,” I said, trying to stay calm. “You don’t ever have to be around her again if you don’t want to. I’ll talk to your dad, and we’ll figure this out, okay?”

Amy nodded, wiping her tears. “Okay, Mom.”

When we got home, I hugged Amy tightly, reassuring her of my love. Once she was settled with her favorite stuffed animal, I called Dave. He answered on the third ring.

“Hey, Claire, did something happen? Lisa said you picked up Amy?”

“Yes, something happened,” I replied, barely containing my anger. “Amy used our code word today, Dave. She wanted to leave because Lisa has been saying awful things to her when you’re not around.”

There was a long silence. “What? That can’t be right… Lisa wouldn’t—”

“She did, Dave. Amy was in tears by the time we got in the car. She’s scared of your girlfriend and didn’t know how to tell you, so she told me the only way she could.”

“I’m sorry. I had no idea. I’ll talk to Lisa. This isn’t okay.”

“No, it’s not,” I agreed, my voice softening. “But what’s more important is Amy. She’s the one we need to focus on.”

“You’re right,” Dave said, sounding defeated. “I’ll handle it. I promise.”

After hanging up, I sat on the couch, emotionally drained. This wasn’t how I’d imagined my weekend, but I was glad Amy felt safe enough to use our code word. It made all the difference.

Then and there, I decided Amy needed a phone. I knew technology could be tricky, but it would give her a direct way to reach me.

Reflecting on the day, I realized how crucial it is for parents to have a code word with their children. It offers them a safe way to communicate when they can’t speak openly. But choosing the right code word is essential.

First, avoid common words that might come up in conversation, like “school” or “birthday.” You don’t want to cause unnecessary alarm. The word should be unique and not easily guessed.

Second, consider a short phrase if your child is old enough. Something like “sunshine forest” or “dancing penguin” adds an extra layer of security. Make sure your child can recall it easily, even under stress.

Lastly, practice using the code word in different scenarios so your child feels confident and prepared if they ever need it.

Our experience was a powerful reminder of how a simple plan can make a big difference. I hope by sharing our story, other parents will consider creating a code word with their children. It might just be the tool they need in a critical moment.

Note: This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Her harsh words cut deep, leaving me hurt and unsure about my decision. This tattoo was something I had always dreamed of, and I thought that by 75, no one would care, and I could finally be free to do what I wanted without judgment.

Should I regret my tattoo and consider removing it, or embrace it as part of who I am? Has anyone else dealt with similar harsh criticism from loved ones?

With no partner to divide responsibilities, single parents have a lot on their plate, but they do everything in their power to provide their children with the best life possible. Sadly, the children don’t always understand what their parents are going through and aren’t grateful for the love and sacrifice their moms and dads make for them.

One single mom of two shares a story about her daughter, who refused to help around the house.

Since she and her husband divorced, they remained on good terms and decided not to let their issues interfere with the upbringing of their son and daughter.

The mom shared that she experienced difficulties, both financially and in raising her children. Her ex contributed financially, but it was far from enough. On top of that, her 15-year-old daughter refused to help with anything around the house, showing no interest in assisting with her younger brother.

Unable to cope with her daughter’s behavior any longer, the mom decided to talk to her, explaining that being part of a family meant sharing responsibilities, especially during tough times. She went as far as to tell her daughter that if she wasn’t willing to help around the house, she would need to pay rent.

The following day, the daughter entered the home with her father, Carl, who confronted his ex-wife, saying, “How dare you, she’s a child.” Despite her daughter’s grumpy face, the mom realized her plan worked. The daughter thought it was a confrontation between her parents, but it was actually a strategy to teach her a lesson.

Anticipating her daughter would complain to her father, the mom called him beforehand and explained her plan. To her surprise, he agreed to play along for the well-being of their daughter. The parents staged a heated argument in front of their daughter until the mom pretended to pass out.

Though she couldn’t see her daughter’s reaction, her ex reported that their daughter was extremely frightened. He then told their daughter that he would be taking her and her brother with him, but at his place, she would have to take on the responsibilities she had been avoiding at her mom’s house.

At that moment, the daughter hugged her mom, throwing herself on top of her. After the theatrics, the parents had an open and honest conversation with their daughter, explaining the importance of understanding her role in the household and taking on responsibilities.

The conversation worked. The daughter promised to do certain chores around the house and help with her little brother if needed, and she also apologized to her mom for her behavior.

The positive change in the days that followed was incredible. This story is proof that we should never underestimate the power of open communication and mutual understanding. This, along with shared parenting values, leads to healthy relationships and healthy children.

The mom from this story choose an unconventional method, but it led to a profound lesson.

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Dani couldn’t pinpoint if this shift was related to the birth of their baby girl. Nathan was a wonderful father, so it didn’t seem likely that their new parenthood was the issue. Yet, he started criticizing Dani more frequently.

He expressed dissatisfaction with her appearance, urging her to take better care of herself. “You’ve really let yourself go, Dani,” he remarked. “Always wearing those frumpy clothes. Do you think you can keep the spark alive like that?”

He also accused her of not being an attentive mother, despite the fact that she worked from home and spent a lot of time with their daughter, Ellie.

“You’re always behind that computer screen,” he complained. “Do you even give Ellie enough attention? It doesn’t seem like it. She’s always alone when I come home from work.”

Dani tried her hardest to please Nathan, but no matter what she did, he was never satisfied. As their marriage continued to deteriorate, Dani realized she didn’t have the strength to fight against problems that seemed to exist only in Nathan’s mind. She decided to let go of the marriage, feeling powerless to fix what was beyond her control.

One day, Nathan announced that he had received a job offer that required them to move. With Ellie just starting first grade and Dani working from home, the idea of relocating didn’t seem too daunting. Secretly, Dani hoped that a fresh start in a new city might improve their relationship.

Ellie enrolled in a new school, but as time went on, Dani noticed that her daughter seemed increasingly upset when she came home. One day, Dani found Ellie crying in her room.

“Honey, what happened?” Dani asked, her voice full of concern.

Through her sobs, Ellie responded, “I don’t want Miss Allen to be my mother! I want you to be my mother!”

A chill ran down Dani’s spine. Miss Allen was Ellie’s teacher. “Why would she become your mother?” Dani asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

As tears streamed down her cheeks, Ellie began to share what she had overheard in the past few days. With each word she spoke, it was as if a weight was being lifted from her small shoulders, revealing the burden she had been carrying.

“Yesterday, when Dad picked me up from school, Miss Allen told me to wait by the door while she talked to Dad. I didn’t hear everything, but I did hear her say she’d be a better mom to me… Dad laughed when she said that.”

Dani felt a sharp pang of betrayal. Nathan was having an affair.

That evening, once Ellie was safely tucked in bed, Dani poured Nathan a drink and sat down across from him.

“So,” she began, “Miss Allen seems really good with Ellie.”

Nathan looked up, a hint of surprise and interest in his eyes. “Really? I knew Ellie liked her…”

Dani took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure. “Enough for Miss Allen to be her new mom?” she asked, her voice steady but with an edge. “What’s going on, Nathan? And don’t you dare lie to me.”

Nathan stared at the floor, unable to meet Dani’s gaze. Finally, he confessed that he had been seeing Ellie’s teacher, starting their affair shortly after they met. But that wasn’t all. He admitted that back in their previous city, he was involved with another woman who began demanding more from him than just being his mistress. This pressure had driven him to seek a new job and relocate.

In that moment, Dani realized that her marriage was irreparably broken.

In the days that followed, Dani made the difficult decision to transfer Ellie to another school. She wanted to shield her daughter from the fallout of Nathan’s affairs and ensure that Ellie could be protected and cherished, away from the chaos of her father’s betrayals.

Dani filed for divorce and relocated to a new home, while Nathan has the flexibility to visit their daughter whenever he wishes.

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The experiences we observe and hear in our surroundings offer valuable lessons, and this narrative exemplifies that notion. It serves as a testament to the power of lasting love and emphasizes the necessity for each of us to adopt a different perspective on life.

The scent of lavender and sunshine hung heavy in the air as I nervously fiddled with the silver locket around my neck. Peter, his eyes crinkling at the corners with a smile, held my hand, the warmth a stark contrast to the chill of the nursing home hallway.

“Evelyn, are you ready?” he asked, his voice a comforting rumble….

At 75, I never thought I’d find love again, let alone stand here, my heart pounding like a hummingbird’s wings, about to accept Peter’s proposal.

My life had been a tapestry woven with loneliness, a failed marriage that dissolved into resentment, and a daughter, Sarah, who, consumed by her own life, drifted further and further away.

Peter, a retired history professor with a twinkle in his eye and stories that stretched back decades, had become my beacon in the monotonous routine of the nursing home.

He’d been my chess partner, my confidant, and the hand I reached for during those endless bingo nights. His proposal, a simple diamond ring nestled in a velvet box, was the most precious gift anyone had ever given me.

“Yes, Peter,” I whispered, a tear slipping down my cheek. His gentle thumb brushed it away, his touch sending shivers down my spine. We were old, yes, but love didn’t have an expiry date, and in Peter’s eyes, I saw not wrinkles but a reflection of the woman I used to be.

The following days were a whirlwind of shared laughter and secret planning. We discussed a small, intimate ceremony in the nursing home’s garden. Peter painstakingly researched poems of love and commitment, his voice raspy with emotion as he practiced them under his breath.

The staff, initially surprised, got swept up in our joy. Mrs. Peabody, the usually grumpy resident down the hall, even volunteered to help with decorations. There was a palpable shift in the air, a renewed sense of purpose that transcended bingo nights and lukewarm meals.

The phone call to Sarah, however, became a storm cloud on my horizon. Her voice, sharp and laced with disapproval, echoed in my ear, replaying every cruel word. “Pathetic,” she’d called it. “Dress-up.” Shame burned in my throat, choking back the retort that threatened to spill out. I ended the call, feeling a hollow ache where excitement had once resided.

Peter, sensing my distress, held me close. “Evelyn,” he murmured, “your daughter doesn’t understand. It’s okay. This is about us.” His words were a balm, but a sliver of doubt remained. Was I truly being childish? Was this, as Sarah had said, a silly charade?

The day of the ceremony dawned bright and crisp. The nursing home staff had transformed the garden into a haven, with flower arrangements in mismatched vases and white chairs arranged in a small circle. Peter, dapper in a borrowed suit, looked like a dream come true. His gaze softened as I walked down the makeshift aisle, my flower girl, a mischievous young resident named Lily, scattering petals at my feet.

The ceremony was short but heartfelt. As Peter slipped the ring onto my finger, a wave of emotions washed over me – relief, joy, and a deep, bittersweet pang at Sarah’s absence. With trembling hands, I reached for Peter’s hand, vowing to cherish him in sickness and in health, ’til death do us part.

The afternoon flew by in a blur of laughter, cake, and impromptu dancing. Even Mrs. Peabody, a notoriously picky eater, devoured an extra slice of cake. As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the garden, I looked around at the smiling faces. In that moment, I felt a completeness I hadn’t known in years. This wasn’t pathetic. This was love, pure and unadulterated, a testament to the fact that life could bloom anew, even in the twilight years.

Later that evening, Peter helped me back to my room. Just as I was about to settle in, a knock startled me. Sarah stood at the door, her face a mask of conflicting emotions. “Mom?” she said hesitantly.

My heart clenched. “Sarah,” I croaked.

She stepped inside, her eyes flitting between the happy faces on display photos on my bedside table and the simple wedding band on my finger. “I…” she began, her voice tight. “I saw the pictures online.”

A social media-savvy nurse had uploaded photos of the ceremony. “It looked… nice,” Sarah finished lamely.

“Nice?” I echoed, hurt flashing in my chest. “You called it pathetic.”

Silence stretched between us, thick and heavy. Finally, Sarah sighed. “Mom,” she started, tears welling in her eyes, “I was wrong. So wrong. Seeing those pictures, seeing you so happy – it made me realize what a fool I’ve been…”

Tears streamed down Sarah’s face, her carefully constructed facade crumbling. My anger subsided, replaced by a wave of sadness. “Sarah, come here,” I said, patting the spot on the bed beside me.

She hesitated, then crawled in, burying her face in my shoulder. My thin nightgown was damp with her tears. “Mom,” she whispered, “I’m so ashamed of how I treated you. All this time, you were just trying to find some happiness, and I was…”

“Scared,” I finished for her, squeezing her hand. “Scared of letting me be happy. Scared that maybe it would mean you were fine without me.”

The truth, harsh but undeniable, hung in the air. She’d been so consumed with her own life, the pressures of work and raising a family, that she’d built a wall between us. But seeing me, a woman pushing 80, finding a love that defied expectations, had shattered that wall, revealing the emptiness within.

“I’m happy for you, Mom,” Sarah continued, her voice muffled. “Truly. But… what about Dad? How would he feel?”

The question hung heavy. My ex-husband, a man Sarah held on a pedestal despite his shortcomings, had been a ghost in our conversations for years. “He wouldn’t care, Sarah,” I said finally, the words tinged with a bitterness I hadn’t realized lingered. “He always checked out years ago.”

There was a long silence. “I… I need to go,” Sarah said, pulling away. “But, Mom, can I come visit more? Can I be a part of this…?”

A hesitant smile tugged at my lips. “We’d love that, honey. We both would.”

The next few weeks were a whirlwind of change. Sarah visited more often, bringing her children, two rambunctious toddlers who filled the sterile nursing home hallways with shrieks of laughter. Peter, a natural with children, played pirates and tea party with them, his eyes twinkling with an energy I hadn’t seen before. Sarah, initially awkward, gradually relaxed, laughing along with them.

One afternoon, while the children were napping, Sarah and I sat in the garden. “Mom,” she started, “I know I messed up. But seeing you happy – seeing Peter happy – it makes me want to fix things with Dad. Maybe… maybe we could try couples’ therapy?”

I looked at her, surprised. Therapy had never been an option during their marriage. It had always been about “toughing it out” for the sake of appearances. “Are you sure, honey?”

“I’m tired of being tired,” she said, a new resolve in her voice. “Maybe it’s time we tried to understand each other, even if it doesn’t work out.”

A flicker of hope ignited in my chest. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t too late for my daughter to find her own happily ever after. As I watched her play with the children later that day, a quiet sense of peace settled over me.

Love, it seemed, wasn’t a finite resource. It could bloom in unexpected places, weaving a tapestry of connection across generations, mending broken threads and offering a chance at redemption, even in the twilight of our lives.

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Namely, her son Mike was married before. He and his ex-wife welcomed a son together, Tommy.

Tommy was born with Down Syndrome and shortly after his arrival into the world, Mike left him and his wife. What’s more, he refused to see his son or have any contact with his now ex-wife. He never provided for the boy.

Mike’s family was angry at him for turning his back on his son, so when his mother learned that he was marrying another wife, she decided she needed to do something about it. The mom didn’t care if Mike would start a new family, she just wanted him to take responsibility for Tommy.

So, on the day of Mike’s wedding, just as he and his wife-to-be were about to say “I do,” his mother entered the church carrying Tommy in her arms and shared the truth about Mike and how he neglected his son.

Mike’s fiancée was listening with confusion. It was obvious she was in a state of shock after learning the truth about the man she was about to marry.

Moments later, she threw her bouquet at him and she and her family left the church.

Mike’s mom left shortly after and the following day her cousin Liam told her how Mike was raged and showed a range of emotions in front of the confused guests.

“Now I’m not sure if my choice to ruin the wedding was the right one,” Mike’s mom posted. She added that it wasn’t her intention to ruin her son’s wedding in the first place, she only wanted to teach him a lesson and make him take responsibility for Tommy and his actions, but that she doesn’t regret that the wedding didn’t take place.

“It may seem like I went too far, but I think it was important to bring attention to how bad Mike’s neglect was,” the woman wrote.

“I hope this interruption wakes him up so he can change his ways and be there for Tommy as a dad,” she concluded and asked Redditors AITA.

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In the letter to her 13-year-old son, Johnson reprimanded her son, treating her like a “roommate.” She went on to give him an itemized bill for rent, food, etc that totaled over $700. If he was going to treat her like a roommate instead of his mom, she would do the same.

Johnson signed the note, “Love Mom,” and she truly does love her son. She followed up the post with another post explaining some backstory to the situation. She also reassured parents who were criticizing her that “I am not going to put my 13 year old on the street if he can’t pay his half of the rent. I am not wanting him to pay anything. I want him to take pride in his home, his space, and appreciate the gifts and blessings we have.”

She added that she never intended for Aaron to pay the bill. Instead, she wanted him to “gain an appreciation of what things cost.” The reason Johnson wrote the note was to make sure her son understood “what life would look like if I was not his ‘parent,’ but rather a ‘roommate.’ It was a lesson about gratitude and respect from the very beginning.”

Johnson also explained that before she wrote the note, her son had lied about doing his homework, and when she told him she was going to restrict his internet access, he responded, “Well, I am making money now.” She explained that the money he was referring to was a little bit of income he was making from his YouTube channel, but not nearly enough to pay for food and rent.

The public note has not hurt Johnson’s relationship with her son. She explained, “He and I still talk as openly as ever. He has apologized multiple times.”

Johnson has also had parents turning to her for advice since she posted the note to her son. She explains, “My post seems to have opened a door, and people feel safe coming to me and asking for advice, venting, or even just having someone bear witness to their experience by listening and opening up and sharing a piece of myself in return.”

If a sick person lying in bed for a long time often mentions their deceased relatives, it means these relatives are also the people they care about very much, and are also the people they miss.

If at this time old people often mention some people that you think are scared, pay more attention.

2. They mention their future funerals

When an elderly person decides to tell their children about their future funeral, they may understand their body better and even know that they are about to d!e. At this time, their children and grandchildren should prepare for the worst thing.

3. They have been sick for a long time but suddenly get better and constantly ask for food

There is a condition called Terminal lucidity. Initially, the sick lost their appetite and did not want to do anything. But suddenly they want to eat more and walk healthily. We also need to pay attention. It is a bad sign that shows they are to leave us for another world.

After the passing of his father, this man found himself unable to provide his mother with the care and attention she deserved. With a heavy heart, he made the difficult decision to place her in a nursing home where she could receive the necessary assistance for her daily needs. Little did he know, this would only lead to his mother’s unhappiness and a profound sense of regret.

Life took its toll, and he became absorbed in the busyness of his everyday responsibilities, making it increasingly difficult to visit his mother as often as he should have. But when he received the devastating news of her deteriorating health, he couldn’t hold it off any longer. He rushed to her side, only to find her lying motionless in her nursing facility bed.

Moved by the situation, he asked his mother if there was anything he could do for her. It was in that moment, through her tired eyes, that she conveyed her final wishes to him – requests that were born out of her declining health.

Sleepless nights plagued her as the outdated fans in her room failed to provide sufficient ventilation, causing her to suffocate. In addition to that, the refrigerator contained expired items, leaving her deprived of proper nourishment. These seemingly small desires held immense importance for her failing health.

The son was taken aback by these requests, realizing that his mother’s condition was far more critical than he had anticipated. Her message was clear – when his own children no longer wanted him around, he had to ensure that they provided better circumstances than he did. It was a heartbreaking realization for him as he understood how he had neglected his mother by making decisions without her consent.

Our role as children is to ensure that our elderly parents can truly enjoy their golden years in peace and comfort. This touching story serves as a powerful reminder of the deep and unconditional love that a mother has for her children. Let’s share this narrative within our families and among our friends, sparking conversations about the importance of cherishing and caring for our aging parents. Together, let’s encourage one another to do the same, honoring the sacrifices and love that have been bestowed upon us.

I am a parent who is not just proud of one of my kids but all of them. I love my children. I’m a proud parent. I’m sharing this on my wall because my children mean the world to me and, no matter what, I will always love them.

Parents’ love cannot be measured by your age; it lasts forever, until my last breath. Be grateful you still have them.

Just because your child has turned eighteen doesn’t mean they are no longer teenagers. At this age, they are still in the process of learning and may not be fully prepared for the world. Eighteen should be seen as a time for them to start making their own decisions with your guidance and approval.

True love should be given freely, but it’s important to set limits on financial support for grown children, as love for them is eternal.

Thank God to my parents; they are the best I could have, and I love them more than anything in the world.

Truth I love my parents for all they’ve done for me, and so much more. I love my kids more than they could ever know.