Me, you, them and the cake

Once there was a family: Dad, Mom, Tobby, Keny, and me.
We were happy. We were loved. We were lucky.
But luck cannot be good forever; it always has to change. For us, it did in less than a year, but the consequences lasted longer.
Don't get me wrong, please. We still have a roof over our heads, food on our plates, and the family business keeps running efficiently. I'm thankful for all of that.
But now there's no much of my family: Mom, Keny and me.
We try to be happy, we try to feel love; we are alive, so I guess that's luck.