“Mark, I worked forty-two years for that money. It’s not selfish to protect what cost me so much to earn. It’s survival.”
“Survival?” he scoffed. “That’s ridiculous. Mom, you’re old. What do you need so much money saved for anyway? You can’t take it with you.”
I just stared at him in silence. This man in front of me was no longer my son. I don’t know when I lost him, when he went down the wrong path, but the Mark I knew had disappeared a long time ago.
“I think it’s time for you to leave,” I said in a calm voice.
He left, slamming the door so hard it rattled the window frames.
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