I sat at the table, staring at the empty wallet. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/15ba29/620x0/1/0/2025/03/12/dwzzzp9kvgdkpxjgn0hnr9jbt8bvsa8ed9b6exya0.jpg" alt = "wedding @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (107,111,100,1)" > < p > I gave everything.
< p > last savings, which I put away for years & ndash; for a rainy day, for medicine, for the spok; j in the future. < p > but that day I didn't think about myself.< p > It was my son's wedding.
< p > and I wanted him to have everything he wanted. < p > envelope with money lay on a white tablecloth. < p > — This is for you, honey — I said with a smile, giving it a young couple.< p > Son looked at her indifferently.
< p > his wife did not even look up.
< p > opened the envelope.
< p > I saw his face tension.< p > looked at me cold.
< p > — Mom & Hellip; it's probably a joke ?
< p > my heart stood.
< p > — What do you mean ?
< p > — That's all ? — His voice was full of disappointment.
< p > — I gave you how much I could & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; I whispered. < p > daughter -in -law sighed and overhang with her eyes.< p > — Well, & Hellip; Others gave a lot more, but I understand that not everyone can stand — she said icy.
< p > I felt my hands tremble.< p > were my last money really for them too small ?
< p > Did they really look at me only through the prism of envelopes ?
< p > I did everything all my life to make my son better.
< p > I worked after hours. < p > I gave up my own pleasures that he lacked nothing. < p > and now & hellip;~ 60 > Now I was only a mother who gave too little.
< p > I don't remember what I answered.
< p > I don't remember how I left the room. < p > I only remember one thing.< p > I understood the first time in my life that for my own child I was nothing more than the sum of money in the envelope.