She wore a gold bracelet, grinning ear to ear at the camera, with the caption: [Still, my youngest daughter is the most considerate and generous. She insisted on buying me a gold bracelet, spending over four thousand five hundred dollars. Who would dare say my beloved daughter doesn’t have me in her heart?]
Four thousand five hundred for seven hundred thousand dollars— that was generous?
Right after, she left a comment under the post in my Instagram feed announcing the good news.
[So poor yet still daring to have a child—should I call it courageous or just plain foolish?]
Upon seeing these glaring words again, I felt no great stir in my heart.
All those years of obsession had faded away in the face of life and death.
She didn't care about me, but it was okay. I had a husband, child -- my own little family.
The maternal love I never received, better off without it.
From now on, I would give all my love to those who deserve it.
Caleb caught a glimpse of my phone and pulled me into his arms with a tender embrace.
I calmly blocked my mother's number, feeling a weight lifted from my shoulders and smiled with relief.
"Honey, from now on, we just need to focus on making our own happy life."