Kristen raised her daughter Claire alone after her husband walked out one rainy morning
without a word—no note, no explanation, no support. Kristen was left to face everything on her own.
She worked two or sometimes three jobs, skipped meals so
Claire could eat, and sewed Claire’s prom dress by hand, using grocery coupons to buy fabric because she didn’t want her daughter to miss out on feeling special or seen.
She was there for every scraped knee, every school play—even when
Claire only mouthed the words from the back of the stage. Kristen was her cheerleader, protector, and both mom and dad when needed. She never asked for thanks, her love was quiet…
Kristen raised her daughter Claire alone after her husband walked out one rainy morning without a word—no note, no explanation, no support.
Kristen was left to face everything on her own. She worked two or sometimes three jobs, skipped meals so
Claire could eat, and sewed Claire’s prom dress by hand, using grocery coupons to buy fabric because she didn’t want her daughter to miss out on feeling special or seen. She was there for every scraped knee, every school play—even when Claire only mouthed the words from the back of the stage. Kristen was her cheerleader, protector, and both mom and dad when needed. She never asked for thanks, her love was quiet…
