Seventeen years ago, he walked out on me while I was still pregnant with our child—all because his mother had never accepted me. I raised our son on my own, working nonstop in a city where the days felt scorching and the nights brought pounding rain. Today, I ran into her at a hospital. I never imagined that the woman who once treated me so coldly would one day break down in tears right in front of me. “Please forgive me… I’ve been looking for you all these years,” she confessed, her voice shaking. But to my surprise, her words didn’t bring me any sense of relief. If anything, they stirred up the anger I had buried deep inside for all those years—stronger and more overwhelming than ever...
