Rachel and Jack were thrilled when they found out they were expecting quintuplets. Jack, a hardworking truck driver, made a steady income, which allowed Rachel to stay at home and take care of their growing family. Life was good, or at least, it was until one day when everything changed. One chilly morning, Jack left for work, just like he always did. But that evening, Rachel received the most devastating call. The police informed her that Jack had been in a tragic truck accident and didn’t survive. Jack was gone.

I never thought I’d live in a neighborhood where shiny luxury cars lined every driveway, and perfectly manicured lawns looked like magazine ads. But here I was, thanks to my company’s corporate housing program, sticking out like a sore thumb with my beat-up 1989 sedan. That car wasn’t just a car. It was my dad’s car, a piece of him I held onto after he passed away. Every dent and scratch on it told a story. The tiny dent on the bumper? That was from the day Dad patiently taught