“Where are you?”.
“The children ask about you.”
“We need you to come back.”
Then he changed his tone.
“Mom, I know you’re angry, but you’re exaggerating.”
And finally the message arrived
which made me realize that I had made the right decision.
“If you don’t come back this week, we’ll have to find someone to do the housework. We can’t leave everything in disarray.”
I didn’t answer.
Because, for the first time, I understood that my son wasn’t missing me.
He was missing everything I did for him.
A month later, I received official confirmation.
The prize was real.
Thirty million dollars before taxes.
I sat facing the lawyer, staring at the documents, unable to utter a word.
I thought about my husband.
On the nights I had worked overtime.
In the times we had given up buying something to make sure our son had what he needed.
And
