Months passed, and Luke fought through surgeries and complications. After 398 days in the hospital, Luke was finally discharged—fragile but alive.
When I returned to the trailer, a stranger answered the door. “This is my house,” I said, confused.
“No, I bought it from Jace,” the man replied.
My heart sank, but then I heard Jace’s voice. “Mom, I’ve been a horrible son. Seeing you fight for Luke made me realize I had to change.”
Jace explained that he’d been working extra shifts and saving money. “I sold the trailer and bought us a small house nearby. It’s not perfect, but it’s ours.”
I was stunned. “You bought a house?”
Jace grinned. “Are you proud?”
Tears filled my eyes as I hugged him. “Proud doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
The house wasn’t fancy, but it was warm and filled with love. Jace had even set up a space for himself in the basement to make room for me and Luke.
“You gave me everything, even when you had nothing,” Jace said. “This house is for you and Luke. I’ll never be able to repay you, but this is a start.”
Our life wasn’t perfect—there were bills and challenges ahead—but together, we were stronger than ever. Jace’s transformation gave me hope for the future, proving that even in the hardest times, love can create a better life.
Family is about love, sacrifice, and support, and together, we built a new future.I Spent Almost 400 Days in the Hospital with My Ill Newborn and Found Us Homeless Upon Discharge