She went on to write about her mother, who wakes up early every morning to make breakfast with a smile. Her father, who walks her to school rain or shine. And her little brother, who runs to hug her the moment she gets home. Their house, she said, isn’t big, but it’s always filled with laughter, shared meals, and bedtime stories that make her feel safe and loved.
That day, a young girl reminded me that true wealth isn’t measured in dollars or possessions. It’s found in love, gratitude, and the warmth of the people who make our ordinary days feel extraordinary. And perhaps, that’s the richest kind of life there is.
