When I was 24, I lost my job and became homeless. With two kids, I had nowhere to go, so I knocked on my mother’s door.
She said:
“My friend won’t let you stay here. Sorry.” I told her to forget me. I left and didn’t answer all her calls and ignored her texts even though she sent them daily begging me to come see her.
After all, I couldn’t forgive her for turning her back on me at my lowest point.
She died 5 weeks later. It was all so sudden.
That night, her boyfriend came crying to reveal the truth. I froze. He handed me a bag bearing my name and said: “It’s about time you had this!”
I froze. Inside, I found dozens of my children’s favorite things, as well as letters. In it, she explained that she had recently been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had only weeks left to live. She did not allow us to stay because she did not want us to witness her last days, and She didn’t want my little ones to go through that pain.
All this time, I thought she was abandoning me, but she really was protection Me and my children. I wish I had given her the chance to explain instead of dismissing her.
And now, I can never get back the time I lost with her.
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