I still remember the day my baby girl was born. She was our little sunshine, always smiling and giggling. Max and Emma adored their baby sister, and with her, our family felt complete. Our home was cozy, not big, but it was ours, and it was filled with love.
But as I looked around our nearly empty living room now, my heart sank. The couch was gone, the TV sold, and our dining table had been replaced by a small, makeshift one.
Ethan worked long hours, and I took on any odd jobs I could find, all for Lily. Yet, our beloved home was no longer fit for her needs, and it broke my heart to see her struggle.
That morning, as I wheeled Lily into the front yard, I felt a familiar dread. Mr. Thompson, our neighbor, was heading our way, his face set in a frown.
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