She was sitting in an armchair by the window, as always, looking at the world, which had long ceased to belong to her. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/1035e5/620x0/1/0/2024/10/20/sv0lbeuawmogbajsxf5ku6qxd4yq37rb17n3w4h6.jpg" alt = "old lady @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (137,137,137.1)" > < p > She was sick, emaciated, her hands covered with spots of old age. Each breath caused her difficulty, but in her eyes she still had the same flash.
< p > flash, which & rym; ry m & oacute; me that he remembers everything.
She looked at me for a long time, and then, quietly, almost whisper, she said:
< p > — Son, what you deserved, you got it.
< p > I didn't know what to answer. < p > I didn't have to. < p > because I knew what she meant.< p > I was a burden for her all my life.
< p > not as children for the parent & oacute; in the first years of life. No.
< p > I was a burden of choice.< p > she worked for two full -time jobs, and I sat at home, because & ampquo; I will still find a good job & < p > she was counting every gold & oacute; and I had no resistance & oacute; to borrow more money from her, although I never gave it back.
< p > she aged and I still thought I had time.
< p > that she will always wait. < p > but the time is over. < p > and she was not waiting for anything.< p > When the doctor told me that she had weeks left, something burst in me.
< p > pr & oacute; I was to change, PR 'Oacute; < p > but how to make up for your whole life in a few weeks ?
< p > how to say & I am sorry & rdquo;, when it is already behind p & oacute; ?
< p > days passed and she weakened.
< p > After all, she no longer got up with ł & Żka, but her eyes were still full of the same severity.
< p > and when she looked at me, I knew & hellip;
< p > that she never forgive me.
< p > — Son — She said that evening. & Amp; MDASH; What you deserved is you got it.< p > and I understood that in her heart there was no place for regret, love or pity.
< p > only truth was< p > and it hurt more than everything else.