When I was maybe 20 and in college my Uncle called me out of the blue one day and asked, “What are we going to do about your parents?”. I was completely lost and asked very confused what he meant. He told me, “They haven’t paid their rent in months and are going to be evicted”. My Mom just had a major heart attack, open heart surgery, and couldn’t work and my father’s job of years and years where he busted his ass was outsourced to India. They had no job, no money, and kept it from me not to worry me. I was a broke college student at the time and couldn’t do much to help them. I hung up with my Uncle and immediately called my parents freaking out. What are we gonna do? Where are they were gonna live? I remember my Mom being so calm on the phone. She kept telling me to settle down but I couldn’t stop crying. My parents were going to be homeless! I’ll never forget what my Mom said next. “I don’t care if we’re sleeping in our car at a bus stop as long as I have your father”. In that moment hearing my Mom say that, my idea of love changed forever. The love and loyalty I wanted from someone would never be anything less than what my parents have for over 50 years now.