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- Mom left when I was 3, leaving my dad to raise me alone. He never spoke about her, only said one thing, “She wasn’t fit to be your mom.” I never got what he meant, until one day when I was 18.
She came to visit me at my workplace. I froze. This woman was the cleaning lady in my school. I knew her for years as “Mrs. Jenkins” and she was always kind to me.
She told me, “It’s time you know the truth now that you’re an adult. I am your mother!” She was in tears, and left without explanation. I was in total shock.
That’s when I really understood what my father meant. He was wealthy and educated, with certain expectations. She was the exact opposite. When I confronted him, he told me everything.
My mother came from a poor family. She met him when they were young, and she got pregnant with me. They tried to live together for a few years, but she could never keep up with his lifestyle and high demands. They were too different, and their relationship became miserable.
In the end, she decided to leave. She didn’t take me with her because she didn’t want me to grow up in poverty the way she had. But her love never faded. She took a job at my school just to be near me, to watch over me from a distance.
Now that I finally know the truth, she is the most precious person in my life. I just wish she had never left, because I would have loved her exactly as she was. Now, I’m doing everything I can to make up for lost time.