My ex-wife came to visit our child and stayed overnight. I let her sleep in the living room. In the middle of the night, I got up to get a drink of water and unexpectedly heard her voice. The next day, I decided to bring her to…
My ex-wife came to visit our son and stayed overnight. I let her sleep in the living room. I got up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water and unexpectedly heard her voice. The next day, I decided to bring her to…
Three years have passed since we signed the divorce papers. I (Rohit) have become accustomed to life with just my son and me. In the mornings, I take my son, Arnav, to school, in the afternoons I pick him up, and in the evenings we have dinner with my parents in Kanpur. Life isn’t luxurious, but it’s peaceful enough that I thought I could just keep going, slowly and quietly. I thought everything was truly over.
She stood at my gate, her figure familiar, but her eyes were different. It was the same face, only her gaze was no longer as decisive as before, but held a hint of hesitation, a hint of anticipation. She said she wanted to see our son. I was silent for a moment, then nodded.
Arnav froze when he saw his mother, then rushed to hug Meera tightly. He smiled, a radiant smile I hadn’t seen in a long time. I stood there, my heart aching at the same time. Perhaps the child had missed his mother more than I had imagined over the past three years.
She stayed all afternoon and into the evening. My parents asked her all sorts of questions, and Arnav clung to his mother, refusing to leave her side. I wanted to tell her to leave, but seeing that scene, the words got stuck in my throat. Finally, my mother asked her to stay for dinner and the night with the child. She agreed immediately, as if she had been waiting for that invitation for a long time.
