01/04/2025
MY ONLY SON TOLD ME TO PACK MY BAGS FOR A NURSING HOME—I AGREED, BUT I ASKED FOR ONE LAST FAVOR.
I raised my son alone after losing his father. He was my world, my purpose, my everything. I gave him all I had, made sure he never felt the absence of a father. For years, it was just the two of us, and I thought our bond was unbreakable. But I was wrong.
When he met her, things changed. Slowly, I became an afterthought in my own home. At first, I was useful—a babysitter, a housekeeper, a convenience. Then, suddenly, I was a burden. I heard the whispers, the exaggerated complaints about me, the way she made me sound weak, incapable. And he believed her.
One day, he sat across from me and told me I was being sent away. Just like that. After all these years, all the sacrifices, all the love—I was no longer welcome. She smiled as he said it. I had fought for my place in his life for so long, but in that moment, I realized I had already lost.
I packed my bags in silence. Not because I wanted to but because there was nothing left to say. But before he slammed the door, I said, "Henry, can I ask you a favor before I leave?"👇
