This is where I built my life. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/51ec41/620x0/1/0/2024/12/07/xmvomkvs0ataxrhuzvhajvnzvnzvnzvnzvnzrmuzikexv5e2umce.jpg" alt = "old lady @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (109,115,112.1)" > < p > I sat in the living room, staring at the walls, which I knew my whole life.

< p > This house was not just a building. He was full of memories of & ndash; The first step & oacute; in my c & oacute; family, family holidays, laughter, smell of homemade cake, night spent on conversations to p & oacute; śna.

< p > I built my life here.

< p > I felt safe here.

< p > but now it was no longer m & oacute; j.

< p > — Mom, you know that you will always live here & Amp; MDASH; Justyna said when I signed the documents.

< p > was convincing. M & oacute; with taxes, about securing the future, about the fact that it will be the best.

< p > — Why do you need these formalities ? We are a family, nothing will change — She smiled, squeezing my hand.

< p > I believed her.

< p > because if a mother may not believe her own child ?

< p > for some time everything was fine.

< p > and then the first signals came.

< P >& Amp; MDASH; Mom, maybe you would move to a smaller room ? We and Paweł need space.

< p > — Mom, you shouldn't deal with the kitchen anymore, I prefer to cook my own way.

< p > — Mom, you have so many things here & hellip; Maybe we would have a little cleaned and give away what you don't need ?

< p > until finally these words were spoken, which I will never forget.

< p > — Mom, you should think about moving out.

< p > I felt my heart squeezed in my throat.

< p > — Co & Hellip; what are you m & oacute; wsz ?

< p > looked at me without a shadow reproach & in conscience.

< p > — You know, mom, we and Paweł want to have a home for ourselves. This is our future.

< p > — But you m & oacute; you wiped & hellip;

— Mom, don't be selfish.

< p > selfish ?

< p > I devoted my whole life to her best.

< p > I gave her home to feel safe.

< p > and now I was an intruder.

< p > that evening I sat in my room, looking at the bag that packed for me.

< p > She did not ask, where p & oacute; if.

< p > She didn't ask how I feel.

< p > Only if I have already made the decision.

< p > I didn't have to take her.

< p > she did it for me.

< p > in the morning I left the house where I spent my whole life.

< p > and she didn't even look at me when I closed the door behind me.

< p > and then I understood.

< p > I did not only lose the roof over my head.

< p > I lost c & oacute; rk.

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Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116