The drip started one night during a storm. At first, it was just annoying, but soon it became buckets in the hallway, towels spread out on the floor, and late-night sighs. For months, it hung over them like a quiet worry—would the next rain bring more damage?
Finally, they saved enough to fix the roof. When the repair was done, they sat in silence during the next storm. No buckets, no drips. Just rain outside, and calm inside. Sometimes, the biggest repair is peace of mind.