For years, I poured my heart and soul into raising my children. I worked tirelessly, often skipping meals, taking on extra work, and sacrificing my own comfort to ensure that my children had what I could not afford in my youth. I believed that if I gave them a solid foundation, they would honor me in return. I paid fees for university, sleepless nights worrying if we would make it, sacrifices I thought were worth it. I imagined my children thriving, successful, and still connected to their roots—the family that raised them.
But life did not turn out the way I had dreamed. My son, the one I had labored over for years, graduated and quickly found a life of his own. At first, I was proud. I imagined him visiting us often, helping when we needed a hand, and maintaining the bond that I had worked so hard to nurture. I believed that the investment I had made in him would not just benefit him, but our family as a whole.…CONTINUE READING
