I spent my entire life dedicated to my family, always putting their needs first. I cooked, cleaned, and cared for everyone, but one day, I looked in the mirror and asked, “What do I want?”

My dream of studying art, long buried, resurfaced. When I told my husband, Tom, he was furious. “You can’t be a good mother and chase nonsense,” he said. Even my children sided with him, leaving me heartbroken.

Despite their opposition, I enrolled in online art courses and worked late at night. But the house grew cold and distant. Eventually, I left to study art in Rome, hoping to rediscover myself. But soon, my roommate stole my savings, leaving me stranded.

Desperate, I called Tom for help, but he refused, telling me to live with the consequences. Alone in a foreign city, I met Jack, a kind stranger who offered me a place to stay. His generosity gave me hope.

Then, my daughter Elizabeth called. “Mom, I’m on your side,” she said, offering me her savings. With her support and Jack’s kindness, I found the strength to continue my studies.

I knew the road ahead would be challenging, but for the first time in years, I felt hopeful and determined to pursue my dreams.