
I Came Home to Find My Kids Outside with Packed Bags — It Was the Hardest Day of My Life
I pulled into the driveway, humming along to the radio, when my heart suddenly froze. There they were—my kids—sitting on the porch steps with their suitcases lined up beside them. My stomach dropped so hard I could barely breathe. We weren’t going anywhere. We had no trip planned. Why were my babies packed and waiting like this? I slammed my car door shut and ran toward them. “What’s going on?” I shouted, panic already tightening my chest. Jake, my ten-year-old son, looked up at me. He was normally so brave,