Recounting Sacrifices
Emotions welled up as I began sharing the story, recounting the sacrifices made since Alex’s childhood. ‘I missed sleep, meals…
just to keep us going,’ I said, tears threatening to spill as I steadied myself. ‘Everything I did was for you.
‘ It was my heart laid bare, hoping he’d see beyond the present conflict to the love and effort that had shaped his life.
Alex shifted, discomfort in his eyes, yet silent as my words hung in the air.