“You’ve spent your whole life helping me. I shouldn’t have come here pretending I was doing you a favor.”
For the first time in months, I heard complete honesty in his voice.
“Sit down, Daniel.”
He obeyed.
“When your father died, I had to learn how to survive alone. Some nights, I had barely enough money for groceries. But I never stopped loving you.”
Tears rolled down his cheeks.
“If you’d come here six months ago and told me you’d lost everything, do you know what I would have said?”
He shook his head.
“I would have said, ‘Come inside, sweetheart. We’ll figure it out together.’”
He began crying openly.
“I’m sorry, Mom.”
I reached for his hand.
“I forgive you. But forgiveness doesn’t mean everything goes back to normal overnight.”
We agreed on new rules.
My finances would remain entirely under my control. Nobody would give me medication or supplements without my knowledge and medical advice. Daniel and Rebecca would contribute what they could while looking for work, and they would stop treating me as though I couldn’t make my own decisions.