When I was just five, my mom left me with Grandma. She told me it was just for a little while, but “a little while” turned into years. Her new husband didn’t want kids, so I became an inconvenience.
Grandma raised me with love, but a piece of me always wondered why my mom never came back.
Twenty years passed, and life went on. But then one day, out of the blue, my phone rang.
It was her.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice trembling. “I made a mistake. I know I abandoned you, but I want to make things right.”
I stared at the phone, my heart torn. The woman who had left me now stood begging for forgiveness. But could I forgive her for all the years I had lost?