I’m raising two daughters, aged 4 and 5, on my own. My wife left us to travel the world. Being a single

dad isn’t easy—besides working, I have to cook, take the girls to kindergarten, and care for them at home. They are my world, but I often feel exhausted.

The other day, I woke up as usual, dressed my daughters, and went to the kitchen to pour milk into their porridge.

Imagine my surprise when I saw three plates of freshly made pancakes with jam and fruit sitting on the table.

Alarmed, I checked the house for any uninvited guests and called my relatives to ask if anyone had stopped by that morning.

To my amazement, no one was at home, and all my relatives said they hadn’t come by that morning. Intrigued, I rushed off to work. I tasted the pancakes before serving them to the kids, and they were delicious. I had my breakfast and took the girls to kindergarten.

When I returned home in the evening, I was surprised to find that the lawn had been mowed. I hadn’t had time to do that because of work. My curiosity was through the roof, and I decided to find out who this kind soul was.

The next morning, I got up early and hid in the kitchen. Imagine my astonishment when at 6 a.m. I saw that my teenage son, Daniel, was the one cooking.

He was carefully flipping pancakes and arranging fruit on the plates, working as though he had done this a hundred times before. I stepped out of my hiding spot and cleared my throat. Daniel jumped, nearly dropping the spatula.

“Daniel?” I asked. “What are you doing here?”
His face turned red, and he looked down. “I… I just wanted to help.”

I crossed my arms, waiting for an explanation. He sighed and continued, “My mom told me about you. She said she sees how tired you are. My dad left us a few years ago, and my mom raised me alone. I remember how exhausted she was,

and I always wished I could do more to help her back then. When I saw you struggling, I thought… maybe I could make things a little easier for you.”

I was speechless. A sixteen-year-old boy was sneaking into my house every morning just to cook breakfast? And he had mowed my lawn too? My heart clenched.