12/28/2025
At the family BBQ, I froze when I saw my son’s toys melting in the fire pit. My brother laughed as he tossed another toy in the fire. “He needs to toughen up,” he said.
I didn’t yell. I just grabbed my son, held him close, and walked away.
The next morning, Dad showed up, panic in his eyes. “Please, help your brother—he’s about to lose his job.”
I smiled softly. “Oh, I know. That was the plan.”
Smoke hit first. Then I saw it—Lucas’s stuffed animals melting in the flames. His scream tore through me.
The next morning, my phone was flooded with messages... See in the first comment 👇👇