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I am not going to rescue you. I am not going to pay your debts. I am not going to hire better lawyers.
I am not going to make this go away. You need to face the consequences of your decisions. She nodded through her sobs.
I know. I didn’t come to ask for money or help. I just came to tell you I’m sorry and that I’m proud of you. ExploreStock Photos
I’ve heard how you’ve transformed the stores. How you’ve become a successful businesswoman. Dad was right to leave it all to you.
You were the strong one. You were always the strong one. And we never saw it.
Her words cut through me. I never expected to hear something like that from Brenda. What are you going to do now?
I asked. She wiped her tears. I got a job at a grocery store as a cashier.
It’s humble, but it’s honest. I’m living in a small apartment with two roommates. For the first time in my life, I’m paying my own bills, earning my own money.
And you know what, Mom? It’s liberating. I don’t depend on anyone anymore.
I don’t have to manipulate or steal. I just have to work. I was surprised to hear that.
Maybe there was hope for her after all. I’m glad to hear that, Brenda. She stood up to leave.
At the door, she stopped and turned. Mom, do you think someday we could have some kind of relationship? Not like before.
I know that’s impossible, but maybe something new. Something honest. I thought about it for a moment.
Maybe. But it’s going to take time. A lot of time.
And you’re going to have to show me with actions, not with words. She nodded. I will.
I promise you. She left, leaving me with a whirlwind of emotions. That night, in my new apartment, I sat in front of the huge windows, looking at the city lights.