Even as we sat together at the table, sharing a meal, I could feel the distance. I had raised him and sacrificed so much, but there was a line he never crossed. He respected me and was polite, but the love — the real love a child has for their mother — was never there.
I felt it in the way he never called me “Mom,” and how he was quick to offer thanks but never affection. “So, how long are you staying in town?” I asked, trying to keep the conversation light. “Just a few days,” he said, cutting into his steak.
“Got a lot on my plate right now. Big case coming up next month.”
I nodded, forcing a smile. “Well, we’re glad to have you here.
Your dad and I—”
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. It was loud, almost urgent, pulling me out of my thoughts. Carl looked up from his seat, and Michael raised an eyebrow, confused.
“Are you expecting someone?”
I shook my head, feeling a strange pit form in my stomach. “No, I’m not.”
I stood up, wiped my hands on the kitchen towel, and walked to the door. When I opened it, my heart nearly stopped.
It was Tommy. After 27 years, my brother stood there, looking older, thinner, and worn down by life. His hair was gray, his face gaunt.
He smelled like he hadn’t bathed in days, and his clothes were dirty and tattered. “Sis,” he said, his voice rough. “It’s been a long time.”
I couldn’t speak.
I just stared at him, the memories rushing back. The morning I found his baby on my doorstep, the years of wondering if he would ever come back. And now here he was, like a ghost from the past.
Michael stepped closer, his face puzzled. “Who is this?” he asked. My throat tightened.
“This… this is your father,” I finally said. Michael’s eyes widened, and he turned to Tommy.
“You’re my father?”
Tommy stepped forward, his voice growing louder. “Yeah, I’m your dad. I had no choice, son!
I had to leave you, or you would’ve died. It’s all her fault!” He jabbed his finger in my direction. I felt my knees weaken.
“Tommy, what are you talking about?” I stammered. “I raised him. I did what you couldn’t.”
Tommy’s face twisted with anger.
“You never gave me the money I sent for his treatment! I trusted you to help, and you took everything from me. I was left with nothing!”
Michael looked between us, his expression hardening.
“Is this true?” he asked, his voice low. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Michael, no, he’s lying!
He never sent me money. He left you with me, and he disappeared!”
Tommy’s voice rose. “I was trying to get back on my feet!
I was working, trying to send money, but she kept it all for herself. She ruined me!”
Michael’s hands balled into fists. “Is that why you left me?
Because you were trying to send money?”
Tommy nodded, his eyes wild. “I had no choice, son! I had to go.
But I came back for you now. I came back to fix things.”
I felt the room spinning. My worst fear was playing out — losing Michael to the lies of a man who had abandoned him so long ago.
“Michael, please,” I whispered. “You know me. You know I would never do that.”
For a moment, Michael was silent.
Then he turned to Tommy, his voice calm but firm. “No,” he said. “I don’t believe you.”
Tommy blinked, stunned.
“What?”
“I don’t believe you,” Michael repeated, his voice louder now. “You didn’t send money. You didn’t try to come back.
You left me on her doorstep, and she raised me. She’s the only mother I’ve ever known.”
Tommy’s face crumpled. “But I’m your father—”
“You’re not my father,” Michael interrupted, his voice steady.
“You’re just a man who gave up on me. She never did.”
Tommy stood there, speechless, as if the wind had been knocked out of him. He opened his mouth to speak but said nothing.
“You need to leave,” Michael said, his voice cold. “There’s no place for you here.”
Tommy’s shoulders slumped, and without another word, he turned and walked away. The door closed behind him, and the house fell silent.
I stood there, still trembling, unsure of what had just happened. Michael turned to me, his eyes softening for the first time in years. “You’re my real mother,” he said, his voice quiet.
“I’m sorry I never said it before, but you are. And I’m grateful for everything you’ve done. I wouldn’t be where I am today without you.”
Tears welled up in my eyes as I reached out and hugged him, holding on tight.
It was something I never thought I’d hear. After a long moment, Michael pulled back, a small smile on his face. “I have one more thing to tell you.”
“What is it?” I asked, wiping my tears.
He took a deep breath. “I bought a house near the ocean. It’s yours and Dad’s.
I want you both to live there, to have something for yourselves. I’m covering everything.”
I stared at him, my heart swelling. “You…
you did that for us?”
Michael nodded. “It’s the least I could do.”
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