Every home carries its own history.
In ours, it was written on stainless steel vessels.
Small dents. Bent edges.
Marks left behind by three energetic boys growing up.
Visitors saw damage. We saw discipline.
A mother correcting. A father watching.
A village quietly keeping us accountable.
Looking back now, those marks were not mistakes.
They were part of the shaping.
The vessels lost their form so that we could grow into ours.
This is one of the many stories we share in our book — now available on Amazon: https://lnkd.in/g4KnD4N9
