I bought a birthday cake for a little boy whose mom couldn’t afford it at the grocery store, thinking it was just a small act of kindness. A week later, my sister called me screaming, “Do you know who that was?” What happened next completely changed my life, and even now, I still cry when I think about it.
My name is Alice. I’m 48, and for the past three years, I’ve been running on fumes.
Life as a single mom with two kids has felt like one endless to-do list with no pause button. Three years ago, my husband, Ben, left without warning. I came home from work one evening to find a note on the kitchen counter.