But her love never faded.
She took a job at my school just to stay close. She watched me grow from a distance, content to see me laugh, learn, and live—even if it broke her heart that I didn’t know who she was. She scrubbed floors and emptied trash cans just for a glimpse of me.
When Dad finished telling me, I sat in silence, tears streaming down my face. For the first time, I understood what he had meant when he said, “She wasn’t fit to be your mom.” He hadn’t meant she was unworthy. He meant their worlds simply didn’t fit together.
Now that I finally know the truth, she is the most precious person in my life. I only wish she had never left, because I would have loved her exactly as she was. And now, every moment I spend with her feels like a gift.
We lost so many years, but I’m determined to make up for them. Because no matter the past, she is—and always will be—my mother.
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