Overwhelmed by a sense of deep injustice, I cried beside my mother, feeling that her life of hardship was so unfair.
Mom, you could never have imagined how ruthless your son could be!
Seeing the funeral home workers carry my mother away, the harsh reality of losing her forever finally sank in. I trailed behind, my heart breaking as I watched her frail, yellowed body being loaded into that cold metal box.
I'd never see my beloved mother again. I rushed to the iron doors, pounding on them, tears streaming down my face. The staff tried to calm me, urging me to take it easy, but how could I?
Across the street, a flower shop was blasting cheerful Mother's Day ads, and it hit me like a ton of bricks that today was Mother's Day. While others were picking out flowers for their moms, I was here, overseeing my mother's cremation.
In a desperate attempt to stir some conscience in James, I pulled out my phone, only to see his latest photo. He was grinning widely, his arms around that overweight woman, Sophia, with a big cake in front of them. The caption read, "Birthday on Mother's Day-- Happy Birthday, Mom! You will always be my mom!"