Last month, I came home from work and… I saw her car in my driveway. She came out smiling, and acted like we’d seen each other last week. For a moment, I thought she was there to apologize. But this feeling did not last long.
She hugged me as if nothing had happened, and told me how proud she was of me, and how much she had been thinking of me lately. And then, after maybe two minutes of small talk, she said it. The terrible truth. She was drowning in debt He needed my help.
I couldn’t help him, I laughed. He just came out. Years of silence, and this is why it appeared? I said, “You skipped my wedding to go on vacation with your sister-in-law, and now you’re here because you’re broke?” She started crying, saying, “She’s still my mother.”
I asked her to leave. She begged me not to do this, but I closed the door. For a moment, I felt relieved, like I had finally stood up for the child I had given up. But later that night, guilt crept in. My aunt described me as cold-hearted. My cousins ​​said I would regret it. I’ve told everyone…a twisted version of the storynaturally. But she told them. Because of this, she remembered that she had a daughter.
Maybe they were right. But I keep thinking, where was she when I needed her? I don’t know, the bright side… Am I finally able to protect myself, or am I becoming the person you raised me to be?
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