I am 44 years old, I have 3 children and a job. I am constantly on edge and busy. Every day after work, I have to cook, clean, and help the kids with their homework.
My mom used to help me when the kids were little. She loved spending time with them, giving me a chance to rest. But when my youngest daughter turned 12, she stopped helping.
My mom started calling me more often, even though she could have helped with the kids. Instead, she spent hours talking about nothing and distracting me from my tasks.
Sometimes the calls became irritating. One day I was so tired that when she urgently asked me to come over, I couldn’t hold back.
“Mom, stop calling every day! I’m at work all day, and then I have the kids and the house. I can’t come right now!” I yelled into the phone. “And don’t call me again.”
I hung up. Three days passed, and mom didn’t call, which made me uneasy. 😢
That day, I couldn’t sit still anymore and decided to go see my mom myself.
When I arrived at her house, the door was locked. I knocked, but no one answered. I felt anxious and decided to open the door with my key. ⬇️⬇️⬇️
When I entered the house, I called out to her, but there was no response. I went to the bedroom and froze. Mom was lying on the bed, motionless. At first, I thought she was just sleeping. But then I noticed that her face looked unusual—calm, almost lifeless.
“Mom?” I whispered barely audibly.
Silence. Afraid to even breathe, I approached her and realized that she was no longer with us.
I let the tears flow and walked over to the table. There was a box from a new phone.
“Maybe Mom bought it for me,” I thought. Perhaps she had been calling two days ago to talk to me and tell me she bought me a gift. But I couldn’t understand it.
Why didn’t I come earlier? Why didn’t I hear her requests? Why was I always so busy and couldn’t spare a minute?
It was too late.
