I had my small house with a garden. He was not modern or luxurious, but he was full of memories. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/69216c/620x0/1/0/2025/03/27/ijki9rlgjjdzkhfo2qwff2np7a0gvfva48saq02gu.jpg" alt = "old lady @pexels" Style = "background-color: rgba (58,48,43,1)" > < p > I taught children to walk there, baked the first cakes there, there I cried after my husband's death. I believed that this place would always be mine. Until the day came when the eldest son said:

< p > — & AMP; Bdquo; Mom, we want to buy a flat, but we miss our own contribution. Without your help, we can't do it. ” < P >I didn't hesitate. I sold the house. I moved into a rented studio, and separated the money between my son and c & oacute; rk.

< p > — & AMP; Bdquo; if you need something, mom, we are for you. ” & Amp; MDASH; provided both of them.

< p > at the beginning they still called.

< p > sometimes they came with grandchildren.

< p > but with time everything died down.

< p > they received the phone less and less often.

< p > I heard more and more often:

< p > — & AMP; Bdquo; Mom, now we can't, we have so many things & AMP; Bdquo; Mom, you can't come to us ? You know, with children it is difficult to move anywhere. “&

< p > When a pipe broke in my apartment, I called my son.

< p > — & bdquo; maybe for a moment I will stay with you ? Before you fix everything ? & &

< p > fell silent

< p > and then said:

< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; You know, mother -in -law already lives with us, there is no place & hellip; & &

< P > There is no place. For me. For a mother who gave everything away. For a woman who sold a house & oacute; j house so that they could have SW & oacute; j.

< p > then I understood something that I didn't want to see all my life:

< p > unconditional love can only be one way.

< p > because when you have nothing to do with the dish – you are often not needed to anyone.

< p > today I live in a center for senior & oacute; w. Good people, calmly. But this is not a home. This is a waiting room in which nobody looks for visits.

< p > I have no regrets. But I have one dream:

< p > that at least once which & oacute; they called and asked not & do something need &

< p > but simply: & bdquo; mom, how do you feel today ? & rdquo;

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