I stood in front of the door of my mother's house, feeling my heart pounding more and more. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/53da3f/620x0/1/0/2025/03/20/othz9rfrpjt3hvcgz4w5i8czbmphu5fyqfgsfbna.jpg" alt = "grandmother and granddaughter @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (144,115,79.1)" > < p > passed p & oacute; ł year.

< p > Six long months, since I gave her my c & oacute; rk.

< p > It was supposed to be only for a while.

< p > I had a wr & oacute; when I organize my life.

< p > but now & hellip; Now she did not want me to go to me. < p > began with a problem & in financial.

< p > Lonely mother, two jobs, constant fatigue and fear that I can't do it.

< p > grandmother offered help.

< p > — Don't worry, child. I will take her for a while, rest, you will stand on your feet.

< p > It was supposed to be temporary.

< p > I was supposed to recover it.

< p > only & hellip; I didn't think I would lose her forever.

< p > When I opened the door, I saw it.

< p > my c & oacute; recie.

< p > smiling.

< p > playing in the living room, laughing at my mother.

< p > — C & oacute; reczko! & Amp; MDASH; I said quietly, extending my hands to her.

< p > but she didn't even look at me.

< p > — Come, we go home.

< p > — I don't want.

< p > I froze.

< p > — Honey, but you know that my mother came for you ? We go home.

< p > looked at my grandmother and then at me.

< p > — But I want to stay here.

< p > my heart broke.

< p > — What you told her ?! & Amp; MDASH; I threw towards my mother, trying to control tears.

< p > — Nothing.

< p > — Why does not want to be & oacute; 63 ~!

< p > — Because here is her home. Because here he feels safe.

< p > I looked at my C & Amp; Oacute; Rku and suddenly I understood.

< p > I was alien to her.

< p > I was no longer a mother, for whom & oacute; she missed.

< p > I was only someone who was once in her life, but then disappeared.

< p > — Please, give me a chance.

< p > — You can't force her.

< p > — Is my child!

< p > — You were absent p & oacute; ł of the year. For her it's all life.

< p > WR & oacute; I was to an empty apartment.

< p > with her room, which was waiting for her.

< p > with her toys, which & oacute; rectified dust.

< p > and with me.

< p > lonely.

< p > because my child already had a new house.

< p > and me & hellip;

< p > I was no longer part of it.

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