“I want to meet Grandpa.” I drove him there, heart pounding. My father opened the door, confusion melting into shock—Liam looked too much like both of us.
My son handed him a small box. “We can celebrate my birthday together.” Inside was a single slice of cake. Then he said quietly, “I forgive you. For what you did to my mom. For what you didn’t do for me. Next time I knock, it’ll be as your competitor. Not because I hate you—but because you made us strong.”
As we drove away, he looked at me and said, “I forgave him, Mom. Maybe it’s your turn.” That’s when I realized—we weren’t broken. We were unbreakable.