😲 My mother left us when I was three years old to start a new life: twenty-three years later, she returned with a secret that shattered me.
When my mother left, I was only three. My father took care of me, raising me on his own, working tirelessly so I wouldn’t lack anything. I didn’t have any memories of her, but during my birthdays or holidays, I tried to imagine her by my side.
I knew she had left to start a new life, but deep down, a part of me never stopped waiting for her.
At 25, I had moved out of my father’s house to settle closer to my office. I visited my father on weekends, or he came to see me.
One evening, someone knocked on my door. When I opened it, I immediately recognized the woman standing there. It was my mother. Older, thinner than the photos I had found in my father’s drawers, but it was definitely her.
When she saw me, she started crying and said she wanted to make up for lost time. I was in shock, completely shaken, but I let her in. She stayed for three days. Then, I learned the real reason for her return, and it broke my heart…
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For the first three days, it felt like my life finally had meaning again.
She asked me about my childhood, my dreams, my likes.
She laughed when I ruined dinner and held me in her arms, as if she feared losing me again.
It was the first time I felt a mother’s love.
But on the fourth morning, I woke up to find her things had disappeared.
Panicked, I searched the apartment until I found a bouquet of lilies on the table, accompanied by a letter.
In this letter, she explained that she was seriously ill, and that those three days spent with me were her last gift: to discover me.
She wrote that she didn’t want me to see her suffering, but that she was at peace, proud of the person I had become.
