a painting of a woman digging a garden in front of a small house

**Title: "Against All Odds"**Jesse wiped the sweat from his brow and leaned on the worn handle of his shovel, surveying the small patch of earth in front of him. The garden was humble, just a few rows of corn and tomatoes, but to him, it was a symbol of everything he and Marie had built. They didn’t have much, but what they did have, they had earned with hard work and love. The midday sun hung high above their tiny cabin, the roof patched with mismatched shingles and the windows held together with tape and prayers. The house wasn’t much, but it was home.Marie appeared on the porch, her long brown hair tied back with a fraying ribbon. She carried a pitcher of water in her hands, the clear liquid glistening in the light as it caught the sunlight. Jesse’s heart swelled at the sight of her. They had been married for ten years now, and though they had faced more struggles than triumphs, their bond had only grown stronger.“Come take a break,” she called, waving him over. “You’ve been out there for hours.”Jesse smil