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“That’s… good, Daniel. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
As I showed him his old room, Daniel whispered, “I miss you every day, Mom.”
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I nodded, not feeling able to speak. As I closed my bedroom door, I felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe we can rebuild our relationship.
This hope was shattered at 2 a.m., when I woke up to strange noises. I slipped into the hallway, my bare feet silent on the cold floor.
Daniel, lit by the moonlight, was rummaging in the cupboard where I kept my savings. The money I had saved for years, working despite illness and exhaustion.
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