It has been five years since we lost our eleven-year-old son, Robert.

I can still hear his bright, wild laugh and see him tracing the stars of Orion’s Belt from our backyard.

Before Robert was born, my father-in-law Jay gave us a generous envelope to start a college fund for him.

Over the years, my husband Martin and I continually added our own savings, building a promised future for our son.

After Robert passed away, that untouched account remained a sacred shrine to his memory and his dream of becoming an astrophysicist.

Two years ago, we began a painful journey of trying for another baby, navigating the heartbreak of continuous negative tests.

During Martin’s small birthday dinner, his bitter sister Amber shocked the room by demanding we hand Robert’s college fund over to her teenage son, Steven.

Jay immediately intervened, revealing Amber had already squandered her own son’s college fund on a luxury Disney vacation.

I stood my ground, firmly telling Amber that the fund represents Robert’s legacy and will remain untouched until it can help a future sibling.

Amber stormed out in anger, but sitting in Robert’s room the next morning, Martin and I knew we had protected our son’s memory.