My name is Sarah. I’m 34 years old.
Three months ago, I lost my husband, Daniel.
He died in a car accident just three weeks after our daughter was born.
I was left completely alone with our little Emma.
Every morning, I had to pull myself together, go to work, and pretend that everything was fine.
The only person who offered to help was my father-in-law, Robert, who was 76 years old.
He had always been a quiet, strict, and reserved man.
Even Daniel used to joke, “My father can go an entire day without saying a single word.”
At first, I was relieved that Robert agreed to take care of Emma while I worked.