The last words my father said to me three years ago still echo in my mind: “If you go through with this, you’re no longer my daughter.” That moment changed everything. I was 25, newly pregnant, and in love with Lucas—a kind, hardworking carpenter. My father couldn’t accept my choice because Lucas didn’t come from wealth. That night, I left the home I grew up in and started a new life with the man I loved.
Those first months were tough. Lucas and I moved into his small house and worked hard to make ends meet. When we found out we were expecting triplets, our world turned upside down. Sleepless nights, endless diapers, and constant worries filled our days, but we supported each other through it all. Slowly, Lucas’ carpentry business grew, and we built a modest but happy life together. For the first time, I felt truly proud of what we’d accomplished.
