A few weeks later, I stood in that same blue dress.

Outside, my siblings were waiting… along with Andrew.

He looked at me, then dropped to one knee—holding the ring they had worked so hard to buy.

“Will you marry me?” he asked.

Through tears, I smiled.

“Yes. Of course.”

For the first time in years, I wasn’t just the one holding everything together.

I was part of something that held me too.

I had spent my life raising them.

I just didn’t realize…

they had been growing up to take care of me too.