I was ten years old when my mother decided I was nothing more than a burden.
She had built a new life, a new family—and I simply didn’t belong in it. So she cast me aside, as if I were disposable, choosing instead to devote herself entirely to raising her “perfect son.” I was given away like I meant nothing.
But my grandmother took me in. She loved me, truly loved me.
And years later… the woman who abandoned me came back.
Begging.
