I looked at the shelves in the supermarket and felt tears burning under my eyelids. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/44fee2/620x0/1/0/2025/03/07/aiqxxc19g2ooOoOtxxxxinxbdsujvkqq5rr8fbxmctb.jpg.jpg" alt = "mother and son @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (165,155,150,1)" > < p > I kept the cheapest bread and milk in my hand. My child needed more, but the wallet m & oacute; was different.
< p > I sighed.< p > — Mom, and I can ? — He asked softly M&P; Oacute; J son, indicating yogurt, which I used to buy him without thinking.
< p > I felt a prick in my heart.
< p > — Maybe next time, honey & mdash; I forced a smile, putting the product to the place.
< p > I knew that & next time & rdquo; These are just empty words. < p > and then I saw them. < p > m & oacute; j ex -husband and his new wife. < p > elegant, fragrant with expensive perfumes, pushed into & oacute; zek filled to the brim with the best food. < p > — Maybe we will take these shrimps ? — she threw and he just smiled.< p > He had money. He had a house, cars, life, about which we once dreamed together.
< p > A I ?
< p > I was counting every penny, wondering if it is enough for us for the next week.< p > noticed me.
< p > for a second our eyes met.
< p > smiled slightly & ndash; as if he wanted to show me how well he is doing well.< p > how much he won.
< p > When I left the store, M & oacute; j son grabbed my hand.< p > — Mom, we'll buy this yogurt ?
< p > I swallowed in my throat.
< p > — Of course, treasures.
< p > I didn't know when. < p > but I had to believe it.< p > for him.