Sure! Here’s a much shorter version that still captures the core meaning and emotional journey:
I never thought I wouldn’t be able to give my child a better life. When I had Jace, I believed living in my late mother’s trailer was temporary. But life didn’t go as planned—bills piled up, emergencies kept draining every penny, and despite my efforts, we stayed stuck.
Jace wasn’t very driven, and by 22, he was still working minimum wage with no ambition. When I got pregnant again unexpectedly, even he knew we could barely manage. But I couldn’t give up—on him or the new baby.
At five months, I went into early labor. My second son, Luke, was born premature and stayed in the hospital for 398 days. It was a long, painful journey, but he survived.
When we were finally discharged, I returned to find strangers in our trailer. Jace had sold it. I panicked—until he showed up and revealed he had worked hard, saved money, and bought us a small two-bedroom house nearby.
He’d changed. For the first time, I saw the man I always hoped he’d become. Life was still tough, but we had a home, each other, and a new start.
Let me know if you want an even shorter version, or maybe one with a different tone (like more emotional or professional).
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