Some days feel heavy. The weight of uncertainty, unpaid bills, and the longing for a home we can call our own presses on my chest like a stone.

But then—there’s a laugh from my daughter, the quiet cooing of my baby son, the soft voice of my wife asking if I’ve eaten today. These tiny moments remind me that I’m not chasing money. I’m chasing a future for them.

We may not have much, but we have each other. And somehow, that gives me the strength to keep going.

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