When my son Daniel approached me to become a full-time caregiver for his son Lucas, much like I had been for my older son’s daughter, it initially felt like an imposition on my kindness. Little did he know, this request would spark a dialogue that would unveil hidden talents and unexpected opportunities, dramatically reshaping our lives in ways none of us could have foreseen. Lightning isn’t supposed to strike the same place twice, yet life, in its unpredictable rhythm, often dances to its own thunderous beats.
My name is Evelyn, and I thought my days of unexpected challenges were well behind me. Yet here I am, standing at a familiar crossroads. My oldest son, Michael, was just sixteen when he timidly approached me, his future unraveling before him—his girlfriend was pregnant. After her parents learned she was expectant, they threw her out.
