At Age 5, My Two Older Siblings and I Became

We lost our parents in one night — and with them, our home, our café, and the life we knew.

Thrown into the foster system, my siblings and I were split apart. But even as kids, we made a promise: we’d get everything back.Liam, the oldest, sacrificed everything to take care of us. Emma never stopped visiting. We stayed close, even in different homes, clinging to each other and to the dream our parents left behind — reopening the café they loved. We worked for years — saving every penny, skipping every luxury — until, finally, we did it. We bought back the café. We made it ours again. And years later, we bought back the house too.

Now, every weekend, we meet in that house for family dinner. And every time, Liam raises his glass and says:“Only in unity can a family overcome any obstacle.”We’ve lived it. And we’ve proven it.

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