I stood in the kitchen, holding a cup of cold tea in my hands. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/bfe372/620x0/1/0/2024/11/23/wzqwqof4vkjpookcjhqp7imimx2r5xvwnjkag13a.jpg" alt = "old lady @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (175,176,169.1)" > < p > — Mom, it's logical. Why do you need such a large apartment ? — I said my c & oacute; looking at me like a child who must be explained to the child.

< p > — Because it is M & Amp; Oacute; J DOM & AMP; MDASH; I answered softly.

< p > — But no longer needed. You are alone, and I and Robert have a family, children. We need a larger space.

< p > I watched her closely.

< p > my c & oacute; rka.

< p > my pride.

< p > and now she looked at me as an obstacle.

She learned to walk in this house.

< p > I was sitting here at her & oacute; when she had a fever.

< p > It was here that I prepared Christmas dinners, packing presents, hugged her when she was sad.

< p > and now ?

< p > Now this house has ceased to have a value for her.

< P >Now he was only a property to be divided.

< p > — It is not that simple — I started to master the trembling of the voice.

< p > — Mom, I don't understand why you are getting a problem with it. You don't need money after all.

< p > — It's not about money!

< p > looked at me without understanding.

< p > I devoted everything to her.

< p > I gave the best years of life.

< p > I worked on days and nights, so that she lacked nothing.

< p > And now, when I could finally rest, she wanted me to disappear.

< p > — You will sell an apartment and live in something smaller. Or & hellip; in the nursing home.

< p > I froze.

< p > — At the Care Home ?

< p > — Yes. Many older people & oacute; b get there. You have a pension, you will have money from sales & Hellip;

< p > then I understood.

< p > I was no longer a mother for her.

I was an old problem that had to be solved.

< p > I got up and looked at her hard.

< p > — I will not sell this apartment.

< p > — Mom & hellip;

< p > — I will not sell. And I will not give you a penny.

< p > her eyes darkened.

< p > — You are selfish.

< p > I laughed bitterly.

< p > — No, Kasia. I just think about myself for the first time in my life.

< p > departed, slamming the door.

< p > I don't know if still ax < p > I don't know if he will ever understand how much she hurt me.

< p > but I know one.

< p > I will not give her home.

< p > because I will not let someone I loved with all my heart & hellip; He treated me like an unnecessary piece of furniture. < br />< br />< /p >

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