When I was 11, my world shattered the night my dad told my mom and me to leave our home.
With nowhere to go, we ended up living in a rundown trailer, surviving on my mom’s strength and determination. Over the years, she worked tirelessly, starting a small cleaning business that grew into a thriving company. By the time I graduated, we had a house of our own and stability she had built with her bare hands. My dad never once reached out or supported us.
