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\u201cWhy did you leave this here?\u201d she would yell at me, pointing to a cup I had forgotten on the side table. \u201cYou can\u2019t do anything right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert was present during these moments, but he never said a thing. He just looked the other way, as if it wasn\u2019t his problem, as if I wasn\u2019t his mother.<\/p>\n
There were nights when I stayed awake, listening to the wall clock tick every second. I wondered what I had done wrong. Where had I failed as a mother? Why did my son allow me to be treated this way?<\/p>\n
Tears fell silently onto my pillow, and I dried them before dawn because I couldn\u2019t show weakness. I couldn\u2019t give them a reason to get rid of me.<\/p>\n
But that afternoon, while I was preparing the vegetable soup that Robert loved so much as a boy, something broke.<\/p>\n