Even if his blood is different, he’s been my son since the day he was born. I will raise him with every bit of my love, so he never repeats our tragedy.”
Outside, gossip and laughter continued. But I knew I had nothing left, except the innocence of my son’s heart.
A year later, I sold the red-roofed house and left that poisonous town behind. We started anew elsewhere. When people asked how I stayed so strong, I only smiled:
“Because I learned this: money can buy roofs and vehicles, but it cannot buy peace.”
And I vowed to live for him as well, to end the life he left behind.
Never allow the past to stain my child’s future.
