The world wasn’t kind.

Neighbors whispered. Strangers stared. Landlords turned her away the moment they saw her mixed-race babies. Some told her she didn’t belong.

But Olivia’s love was stronger than their cruelty. Every night, no matter how tired she was, she kissed each small forehead and whispered, “We may not have much, but we have truth. We have dignity. And we have each other.”

Years passed. Despite the rumors, the stares, and their father’s absence, her children grew into extraordinary people.