Vanessa
I'm living in Brent's home.
My grandparents and Emily reside next door.
Junior has a bedroom in both places.
I've never been happier.
No, I've never been more fearful.
During the sleepless nights, I'm relieved I'm with my son. Nine months ago, this wasn't the plan. I expected to be in the hospital, handing Junior over to Brent and moving on with my life.
While Junior sleeps and I try to get some rest, I fear this is all a dream. Can life be this perfect?
It's something that I didn't know could happen to me after my parents' death.
The only thing I wanted after their deaths was to care for my grandparents. My parents often discussed doing whatever was needed to ensure they didn't go into a nursing home.
I wanted to fulfill their promise.
When I look at the day I was fired, I'm grateful. What seemed like a terrible thing gave me the best life.
I remember that thing about one door closing.
Junior's sleeping right now.
Brent's not here. However, he's not at work.