Don’t Forget Who Never Forgot You
She raised him alone.
No help. No breaks. No complaints.
Every morning she woke up with the same mission — to make her son’s life easier than her own. She sacrificed dreams, time, youth. She never asked for praise. Never asked for recognition. Seeing him grow was enough.
Years passed.
He became a man. Busy. Successful. Always rushing somewhere.
She waited on the same bench outside their small house, watching the sunset. Hoping he would sit next to her for a few minutes. But he was always on his phone. Always in a hurry. “Later, Mom.” There was always a later.
She ate dinner alone. In silence. The house that once echoed with laughter now felt too big. Too quiet. But she never complained. Not once.
Then one day, he got a call.
And everything changed.
The hospital room was cold. The machines were louder than his thoughts. She looked smaller than he remembered. Weaker. But when she saw him, she smiled.
She still forgave him.
He held her hand tightly, as if he could hold back time itself. Tears fell — not because he loved her. But because he realized he hadn’t shown it enough.
We think we have time.
We think there will always be another visit, another dinner, another conversation.
There won’t.
Don’t forget who never forgot you.