Legacy over riches: Let my children choose righteousness, not riches, after I’m gone.
The day our mother slipped away from the world, silence descended like a shroud. It was late autumn—air brittle, sun pale, trees stripped bare. Her passing came quietly, without protest, the way fire becomes smoke. We—her three sons—returned home for the last time. The house stood at the end of a cracked lane, cloaked in … Read more
 
						 
						 
						 
						 
						 
						 
						 
						 
						