My world was shifting, and I felt powerless to stop it.
The silence stretched, and I felt the tears threaten.
But I held them back, unwilling to give in.
I watched him, my son, a stranger now in so many ways.
The heater’s hum was relentless, a reminder of time passing.
“I hope you’re happy,” I managed, though it felt like a lie.
He nodded, turning away, ending the conversation.
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