Later that evening, after dinner, I found my mother in the living room, her eyes focused on the television but clearly lost in thought. I approached her, the document folded neatly in my hand.
« Mom, can we talk about this? » I asked, holding up the paper as if it were a fragile truce.
She muted the TV and turned to face me, her expression unreadable. « I thought it was time you knew, » she said simply, as if that explained everything.
« But why now? And why these changes? » I pressed, my voice steady.
She sighed and gestured for me to sit down. « Things have changed, dear. I wish they hadn’t, but they have, » she said, her words carrying a hint of sadness.
We sat in silence for a moment, the weight of unspoken words filling the space between us. I could feel the fracture in our relationship, a small crack that threatened to widen.
« I just need to understand, » I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper.
She nodded, her eyes softening. « I know. And I promise to explain everything. But it’s not just about the money. It’s about preparing for the future, in ways I hadn’t considered before. »
Her words hung in the air, leaving me with more questions than answers. I knew this conversation was far from over.
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