My mother nods, her eyes meeting mine briefly before looking away.
I open my mouth to speak, but the words catch in my throat.
The room waits, expectant, as I struggle to find my voice.
“I don’t know,” I finally manage, my voice barely a whisper.
It’s a small admission, but it feels like a release.
The truth is, I don’t have the answers they need.
But maybe, just maybe, this is a start.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
