Just after delivering my baby, my 8-year-old daughter arrived at my hospital room. She softly pulled the curtain shut and murmured, «Mom, hide under the bed, quick.» Together, we slipped beneath, hearts racing, barely breathing. Then, footsteps drew near, and she gently pressed her hand over my mouth…

Since the incident, she had become Deborah’s strong supporter, often visiting on weekends to help with housework and childcare. Thank you, Deborah accepted the mug. I couldn’t have recovered without you.

Don’t say that, Carol sat beside her. You’re stronger than you think. And so is Lily.

Deborah gazed at her daughter running around in the garden. She was truly brave. She saved our lives.

Life is unpredictable and sometimes cruel. Deborah thought about the true meaning of family while contemplating this. It’s not just about blood ties, but about bonds where people protect and trust each other.

Through their great ordeal, a stronger bond had formed between her, Lily, and Thomas than before. Mom! Lily came running up.

Is Thomas awake? Can I hold him? Deborah smiled and handed the small baby to her daughter.

Lily carefully held her brother and gently kissed his forehead. I’ll always protect you, Lily whispered to her brother.

As Deborah watched her two children, she felt hopeful about their future journey together, despite the uncertainties of the road ahead.