That night, I didn\u2019t sleep a wink. Lying there, I thought of Lucas\u2019s pain and Elena\u2019s quiet loyalty by his side.<\/p>\n
The next day, I went to buy new sheets and helped Elena wash the old ones. Every morning, I woke up early to be with them, to support them, to stay by their side.<\/p>\n
One morning, as we were changing the sheets together, I held her in my arms: \n\u2014 \u201cThank you, Elena\u2026 for the love you give my son. For staying. For your choice, even knowing you would lose him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Three months later, Lucas passed away peacefully in his sleep. Elena held his hand, whispering \u201cI love you\u201d until his last breath.<\/p>\n
No pain, no struggle. Just peace. And a gentle smile on his face.<\/p>\n
Since that day, Elena never left.<\/p>\n
She never went back to her parents.<\/p>\n
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She never remarried.<\/p>\n
She stayed with me, modestly helping run our small grocery store.<\/p>\n
She became like my own daughter.<\/p>\n
Today, two years later, when people ask:<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cWhy does Elena still live with you?\u201d<\/p>\n
I smile and reply:<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cBecause<\/p>\n\n
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she wasn\u2019t just my son\u2019s wife\u2026 she also became my daughter. And this house will always be hers.\u201d<\/p>\n
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