heart. She listened quietly before responding, “Mom, I’m not your free caregiver either.”
I reminded her that I was her mother, expecting her to remember everything I had sacrificed for her. But her response cut deeper than anything I could have imagined.
“And I was your daughter when I needed you most.”
Then she ended the call.
I sat alone, staring at my phone, finally confronting a painful truth: being someone’s mother does not give you unlimited chances to hurt them while expecting forgiveness in return.
For the first time,
