Eight years later, we did it. We bought back the café—run-down but still ours. We rebuilt it with our own hands and named it after our parents. Locals returned. Laughter returned. So did the feeling of home. At thirty-four, we did the unthinkable: we bought back our childhood house. Standing at the door, we turned the key together.
Now, we have families of our own, but every Sunday we gather there—cooking, laughing, remembering. Before each meal, Liam raises a glass:
“Only in unity can a family overcome any problems and obstacles.” And we know it’s true. We’ve lived it. Every single day.
