When I was just 24, tragedy struck my family.
My elder brother and his wife died in a car accident, leaving behind three little children: ages 6, 4, and 2.
Without thinking twice, I took them in.
I was young, single, and struggling to build my own life — but I loved them like my own flesh and blood.
I sacrificed everything.
I delayed marriage.
I took on extra jobs.
I missed opportunities abroad just to make sure they had food, good schools, and a loving home.
I believed that too.
Fast forward 20 years later — these children had grown. Graduated from university. Started working good jobs.
I was so proud.
But then reality hit me hard. When I fell seriously ill and couldn’t work anymore, I thought. Get the full scoop! Tap here now and read the entire article.
