For the past decade, I’d invited Mom to live with me, trying to provide the best care possible. []
During the toughest financial times, my husband and I slept in the converted basement so Mom could have the master bedroom with the best lighting and ventilation.[]
She still complained constantly.[]
I worked harder, often staying at the office until late at night. When I’d finally arrive home exhausted, I’d find her drowsily sitting on the couch, waiting to scold me.[]
“You always wake me up coming in so late… go to bed earlier, you’re disturbing my sleep…” she’d grumble.]
I’d apologize profusely, then grab whatever leftovers I could find before collapsing into bed.[]
Despite the difficulties, I cherished the rare moments of connection when I’d come home to find she’d prepared dinner. []
Those small gestures were the closest thing to maternal affection I ever received.[]
Then, a year ago, Mom suddenly fell ill.]
I rushed to the hospital daily, the antiseptic smell burning my nostrils as I sat outside her room, my emotions a tangled mess.]
Seeing her frail figure in that hospital bed filled me with an aching tenderness despite everything.
“How are you feeling, Mom?” I asked softly one morning.]]
She opened her eyes, glanced at me, then replied flatly, “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.“]]
Her dismissal pierced me like a knife. Even now, with death hovering nearby, she couldn’t soften toward me.]
Just then, Jason rushed in, breathless and dramatic.]
“Mom! How are you? I came as soon as I heard you were sick!” His voice overflowed with concern.[]
Mom’s face transformed instantly, lighting up with a smile I’d never seen directed at me.[]
“Jason, you’re here! Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m alright.”
I stood in the corner, watching her tender gestures as she patted his hand, her eyes filled with adoration as if he were her only concern in the world.]
And there I was, an outsider, feeling like my very presence was an intrusion.[]
I quietly slipped out of the room and stood in the hallway, tears finally breaking free to stream down my face.[]
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Mom I Became Good, Could You Love Me Now?
