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Leaving me standing there with a lifetime of questions.
That evening, Mom and I sat across from each other at our kitchen table.
Two cups of tea cooled between us untouched.
The silence felt heavier than any argument.
Eventually, she admitted what I already knew.
She should have told me years ago.
But every year that passed made the truth harder to reveal.
“They scared me,” she said. “And after a while, I was scared of losing you too.”
I stared at the woman who had sacrificed everything for me.
The woman who had worked double shifts.
The woman who had skipped meals so I could eat.
The woman who had never missed a single important moment of my life.
“You should have told me,” I said.
“I know.”
“But you stayed.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“Every day.”
“You chose me.”
That was when she finally broke down.
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