I’m in my early 30s, carrying the weight of a family that depends on me. I started a boutique at 27, gave it everything but it failed. Since then, life’s been heavy. My girl is tired not because she doesn’t love me but because the struggle has worn her down. And honestly, I’m tired too. There are moments I feel like giving up but then I remember my mom. I’m her joy, her strength. And even when I feel like I have nothing left, I remind myself I still matter to someone. So I keep going not because it’s easy but because I still believe my story isn’t finished yet.