Taken from life. “I raised my son alone”: today he says that he does not know me

I was twenty -two years old when I became a mother. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/aae0d1/620x0/1/0/2025/04/06/3v6nxryjqzqzqzqzqzp0exekokoimfad6eqcn6dvmke1ssdja.jpg" alt = "old lady @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (55.53.46.1)" > < p > and twenty -three when I was alone. My child's father disappeared as soon as & ndash appeared; He left me with a baby carrier, bills and sleepless night. But I didn't complain. I didn't have time. I had a mission.

< p > I raised him as best I could. Without help, without maintenance & alimony & oacute; without a word of support. I worked for two jobs & ndash; In the morning in the store, in the evening I cleaned offices. There was no vacation, new shoes for me, about going to the cinema. But he had everything. The best I could afford. < p > I remember how he was hugging me when he was afraid of a storm. As he brought me drawings with my hearts. Like m & oacute; & mummy, if I am big, I will buy you a house! I believed. Because the child's love is eternal, truth ?

< p > until Dor & oacute; words

< p > first studies. Then work. Girl, apartment, new life. I enjoyed his successes & ndash; from afar. He called less and less often. He wrote back. For my suggestions for meetings m & oacute; wił: & I don't have time, mom & rdquo;.

< p > but the worst came suddenly. I met him by accident on the street. He walked with his friends. I called him & ndash; My heart killed my heart. I smiled, reached out. And he looked and said:

< p > & ndash; Sorry & Hellip; You probably were wrong. I don't know you.

< p > I froze.

< p > It wasn't a joke. It was cold. Indifferent. As if he threw me out of memory, from my heart, from life.

< p > I stood on the pavement when he went away, laughing with his friends. And I & Hellip; I felt something dying in me.

< p > because how can you not know the mother who did not sleep for you, did not eat, she did not live with her life, but your ?

< p > I live alone today. I have photos left. So much. I'm not waiting for the phone anymore. But I still leave light in the kitchen at night. Just like when he was ten years old and was afraid of darkness.

< p > because despite everything & hellip; I still love him. Even if he doesn't know me.