I gave my son everything—my time, love, and sacrifices. But when his wealthy stepmother dangled luxury in front of him, he chose her. He never looked back. For four years, silence was my only companion. Then, one evening, he stood at my door, his proud frame slumped.
“Mom… please. I need your help.”
Life had never been easy, but I never expected it to be. I worked tirelessly to provide for Sam, yet all he saw were the things I couldn’t give him. When his father and stepmother offered him wealth, he turned his back on me.
“You gave me nothing!” he shouted the night he left. “I’m tired of being the poorest kid!”
I begged him to stay, reminded him of my love, but love wasn’t enough. He climbed into a luxury car and disappeared.
Then, four years later, he returned—broken and frail. “Mom, my kidneys… they’re failing. Dad won’t help. Lindsey kicked me out. I have no one else.”
I should’ve shut the door. But I didn’t. Because despite everything, he was still my son.
The tests confirmed I was a match. Lying in the hospital, he gripped my hand. “How can you still love me after what I did?”
I smiled through tears. “Because that’s what mothers do.”
The surgery was a success. This time, he didn’t walk away—he walked beside me. He had learned the hard way: money may buy comfort, but only love stands the test of time.
