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I’m Maria Dela Cruz, and when I look back at my younger years, I see a girl who believed that love alone could hold a family together. I was only twenty-three when I married Eduardo, the man I thought would be my partner through all seasons of life. Together, we built a modest home filled with laughter and the chatter of our three daughters—Anna, Liza, and little Mika.
We didn’t have riches or luxury, but we had something far greater: peace, love, and the joy of being together. I thought that was enough. I truly did.
The Day Everything Fell Apart
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