25/05/2026
If I had met my kid when I was a kid, I probably would’ve thought he was rich.
Fast food wasn’t an ordinary dinner — it was a rare treat. Vacations didn’t happen every summer, and sometimes they didn’t happen at all. And having both parents present, loving, and involved? That felt like something only lucky kids got to have. Now, when I look at my child, I realize the greatest thing I can give him isn’t money or material things — it’s the kind of childhood I used to dream about.
A safe home. Present parents. Little moments that may seem small to others, but mean everything to a child growing up with love. And for that, I’ll always be grateful. ❤️
