“That’s… good, Daniel. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
As I showed him his old room, Daniel whispered, “I miss you every day, Mom.”
A man looking into a bedroom | Source: Midjourney
I nodded, not feeling able to speak. As I closed my bedroom door, I felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe we can rebuild our relationship.
This hope was shattered at 2 a.m., when I woke up to strange noises. I slipped into the hallway, my bare feet silent on the cold floor.
Daniel, lit by the moonlight, was rummaging in the cupboard where I kept my savings. The money I had saved for years, working despite illness and exhaustion.
A man holding cash in his hands, looking surprised | Source: Midjourney
“What are you doing ?” My voice was barely a whisper, but Daniel jumped as if he had been shot.
He turned around, a wad of cash in his hand. “Mom ! I…I can explain!”
“Get out of here.” The words were frozen. “Get out now, or I’ll call the police.”
Daniel’s face fell. For a moment, I saw the little boy he was. Then his expression hardened. Without a word, he took his bags, which were still by the front door, and left.
A man leaving an apartment building, carrying luggage | Source: Midjourney
When the door slammed behind him, I collapsed to the floor. Tears streamed down my face, but I felt a strange sense of peace. I had survived thirteen years without him. I had survived Robert’s death, crushing debt, and chronic illness.
I could survive that too. At dawn, I made a decision. It was time to focus on myself, to build a life filled with people who truly cared about me. Daniel had made his choice. Now it was time to make mine.
A modest apartment building at sunrise | Source: Midjourney
I picked up the phone and dialed Dr. Chen’s number. When his answering machine picked up, I left a message.
“Dr. Chen, this is Evelyn. I think I’m ready for the support group you talked about. And… I think I need to talk to someone. A therapist, perhaps. Call me back when you can.”
A smiling woman making a phone call | Source: Midjourney
What would you have done?
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