When she met Artur, she thought she had found a different world. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/239f25/620x0/1/0/2025/02/09/g59dmpthek0eyvxvxzxffcsskm0q0Q09fkbt4myewbkd.jpg" alt = "from life taken." Quot; my daughter renounced me for a rich husband & quot; styles = "background-color: rgba (97,83,71.1)" > < p > I stood in the kitchen, looking at the phone, which once again vibrated on the table. Zn & oacute; in her. Zn < p > I have been waiting for this phone for years. I imagined that I would finally hear her voice, that she would tell me: “Bdquo; Mom, I'm sorry that I was so blind & ampquo;. But now that she finally called, I felt nothing but the void.

< p > When she met Artur, she thought she went to another world.

< p > — Mom, you don't understand! & Amp; MDASH; M & oacute; excited with excitement in her eyes. & Amp; MDASH; He is a man who can give me everything!

< p > — But whether he loves you ? — I asked quietly.

< p > sighed with irritation.

< p > — Love is overrated. What counts is stability, comfortable life. After all, you have always been to me that you have so that poverty is a curse!

< P >It's true, life was not kind to us. I raised her myself, without help, I fought for every gold & oacute; so that she could have a dignified childhood. I never asked for anything. I never complained.

< p > and now she was standing in front of me and m & oacute; she was going away.

< p > — Artur believes that I should cut myself off from the past — She announced Kt & oacute; & Amp; MDASH; And the past is you.

< p > I felt my heart break.

< p > — C & oacute; < p > — Don't call me that — She threw sharply. & Amp; MDASH; I don't want you to contact me. My life is different now.

< p > and then it came out.

< p > for five years did not speak even once. She didn't call for Christmas. She didn't ask if I was alive. I was nobody for her.

< p > and now suddenly called.

< p > once again the phone vibrated. I finally picked up.

< p > — Mom & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; her voice trembled.

< p > — What you want ?

< p > — He left me. He threw away from home, said he had a different one. I have nowhere to see P & Amp; Oacute; & Amp; Hellip;

< p > I clenched my teeth.

< p > — So why are you calling me ?

< p > — Because you are my mother!

< p > I laughed bitterly.

< p > — I was your mother when you abandoned me. Now you suddenly remembered me ?

< p > fell silent.

< p > — Mom, me & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; started quietly.

< p > — NO. I will say. & Amp; MDASH; I took a deep breath. & Amp; MDASH; I didn't exist for you for five years. And now, when you have nothing, I am suddenly important ?

< p > — Please & hellip;

< p > I heard tears in her voice.

< p > but I didn't know if I wanted to rub them.

< p > because my tears did not care for five long years.

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