me again, it would have to be because I was his mother, not because he needed a free babysitter.
And three months later, something happened that I didn’t expect.
One morning, while I was watering the flowers, I saw a car stop in front of my house.
Michael got off.
He came alone.
He didn’t have his children or his wife with him.
He stood by the door for several seconds before knocking.
I opened it.
His eyes were red and he looked as if he had aged.
in a few weeks.
“Mom,” he said. “Can we talk?”
I looked at him cautiously.
—You can come in.
He sat in the living room and looked at the simple furniture.
—Do you live here?
-Yeah.
He looked around.
—How can you afford a house like that?
I didn’t respond immediately.
The time had come to decide how much I wanted to
