At my sister-in-law’s wedding, she laughed at me, saying, « Thanks for coming, now start clearing the tables. » My mother-in-law added, « You should use your brainless child to clear the tables. » We all laughed, but then my child took the microphone and said, « I have a surprise for the bride. » When he revealed it, everyone stood up in shock.

« Yes, buddy? »

“Do you think you will own a restaurant someday?”

I looked at him – my protector, my heart.

“I guess so,” I smiled. “Maybe we should call him Tyler.”

He grinned. “No. Let’s call it Brave Knot.”

I laughed and reached across the table to ruffle his hair.

« Agreement. »

It wasn’t just about survival anymore. We were building. This time, the foundation was made of stone, not sand.

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