I was sitting quietly at a table with my 5-year-old son at my sister’s wedding. Suddenly, he grabbed my arm and whispered, «Mom…

Emily folded the newspaper. The future with her son was more important than sympathy for the past. In the evening, while Jacob was playing with other children at the park, Emily was talking with a young mother sitting on the next bench.

Your son is very bright, the woman said. He became friends with my daughter right away. Thank you.

Actually, we just moved here recently. I see. If you ever need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.

Everyone in this town is kind. Emily felt warmth. It was different from the glamorous social circles of Boston, but here there were genuine human relationships.

That night, after putting Jacob to bed, Emily stood by the window looking up at the night sky. It was a quiet town where the stars could be seen clearly. Michael, we’re okay, she spoke to her late husband in her heart.

Jacob is growing up healthy too. True family isn’t about blood ties, but about caring for each other. The next morning, Jacob said at the breakfast table, Mommy, I’m happiest when I’m with you.

Emily hugged her son. Me too, Jacob. We’re a small but very strong family.

She had lost her wealthy life in Boston, but Emily didn’t regret it. She had found real happiness that money couldn’t buy, together with her son. And she was confident that no matter what difficulties lay ahead, the two of them could overcome them together.

In the new town, a new life was beginning. Every day of building true family bonds while overcoming the pain of the past was there.