Mom, I want to take you somewhere. Just stay there for a while. Rest.

There was no warmth or care in his voice. I felt where he was taking me. But I went. Because he was my child.

We drove for a long time. Farther and farther from the city. At some point, he stopped. A desolate road. No houses, no people. Only sand and wind.

— Get out, he said.

I got out. He didn’t look me in the eye. He silently shut the door and drove off, leaving me in the middle of nowhere.

Back then, I couldn’t have imagined that just a month later, my son would come back begging for forgiveness 😢 But who needs it now? I’m sharing my story in the first comment and hoping for your support ⬇️⬇️