Laya became my sun, my moon, and all my stars. Every decision I made, every extra shift I took, every dollar I saved was for her. I wanted to build a world for her that was safe and full of light.

So when she told me she was getting married, a quiet joy bloomed in my chest, fragile and bright. I wanted her to start her new life with something beautiful, something lasting. Some parents hand their kids a check or a piece of heirloom jewelry. I wanted to give my daughter a home. Not just four walls and a roof, but a place that felt like hope, a foundation upon which she and her new husband could build a life.