Chapter 8 - I Gave Up My Luxury Apartment and Returned to the House Where I Grew Up—Because My Parents Needed Their Son More Than They Needed My MoneyI moved home.

At first, Dad protested.
“You have a life.”
“This is my life.”
“You can't spend your future taking care of us.”
“I'm not.”
“Then what are you doing?”
“I'm coming home.”
Mom cried.
The house changed quickly.
We repaired the roof.
Repainted the walls.
Replaced the heating system.
Fixed Dad's cane.
Built a small garden for Mom.
One evening, Dad sat on the porch.
“Ethan.”
“Yes?”
“I thought you were drowning.”
I laughed.
“So did I.”
He smiled.
“You know what I learned?”
“What?”
“Money doesn't tell you whether someone loves you.”
I nodded.
“People do.”
He looked at the house.
“I should have trusted you.”
“I should have come home.”
We sat quietly.
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The sun disappeared behind the trees.
For the first time in ten years, I felt like I belonged there again.
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