I said no to my late mother’s dying wish, and my family hasn’t forgiven me since. Before you judge me, hear my story.

Two years ago, I was living a peaceful life with Solomon, my husband of 18 years, in our countryside home. One day, I received a letter from my mother, asking me to visit her urgently. She was very ill.

Solomon and I hadn’t spoken to her in years because of how she reacted to our marriage—disapproving of Solomon due to his disability. But we went to see her in the hospital anyway.

She asked for one thing: a grandchild. Her dying wish was to hold a baby, a legacy to live on after her. But Solomon and I had decided not to have children, respecting his concerns about passing on his disability.

When I told her no, she called me selfish. It broke me, but I stood firm. We left, and months later, she passed away. My family never forgave me. At her funeral, they wouldn’t even acknowledge my presence.

Now, two years later, I still carry the weight of that choice. But I know it was the right one—for me and Solomon. Despite the guilt, I have no regrets. Our love and happiness are my priorities. Somewhere, I hope Mom understands.

Love you, Mom. Always.