Moving quietly, Ethan reached the dining room and froze. His four children sat calmly around the table—no shouting, no screens, just peace. At the center stood Lena, the young housekeeper he’d barely noticed. She wasn’t just serving food; she was steadying the room. Her voice was gentle, her presence grounding. The children looked at her with trust and safety—something Ethan hadn’t seen in their eyes for a long time.
When the floor creaked, Lena turned, startled. But the children stayed calm. Ethan stepped forward, and his youngest son looked up and asked, “Dad… are you staying for lunch?” Ethan nodded. “Yeah.” The boy smiled. “Because when you’re not here, Lena makes it feel like Mom still is.” Ethan sat down, tears burning. That day, he chose to stay. And slowly, the house became a home again.