For forty long years, my husband and I lived a life that was a mix of hope, struggle, and perseverance. From the time we married, we had dreams—simple ones at first: a small home to call our own, a place where our children could grow up without the fear of being moved from one rental to another. But life, as it often does, had other plans. Each time we saved a little, an unexpected expense would wipe out our progress. Every time we thought we had found the right house, circumstances changed, and we were back to square one.
I remember the nights lying awake, listening to the distant hum of city life through our small rented apartment, wondering if we would ever have a home of our own. It wasn’t just about a house; it was about stability, security, and a legacy for our children. But the years passed, and while friends and neighbors built homes and enjoyed their properties, we remained tenants, always waiting for someone else’s decisions to shape our lives.…CONTINUE READING
