📖 A Moment Within: After immigrating, he saved every cent. Worked two jobs. Slept little. Sent letters and money home. Ten years later, he opened his own café; small, warm, full of light. He hired others like him, gave chances he once begged for. The shop glowed with laughter and spice. He smiled behind the counter, proud but humble. He had prospered, not to rise alone, but to lift others with him. His success wasn’t just survival, it was empathy, lived out loud. That was my firstborn. This word is for him.