For me, since my childhood, my mother has been a role model in every sense of the word.
For most boys my age, their role models would undoubtedly be their fathers, or even their grandfathers, but I experienced a completely different situation.
My mother became pregnant with me when she was very young, while she was just dating my father, who got scared and ran away, acting like a coward.
My mother was all alone and had no money, but she still decided to have me and raise me.
My grandmother, who was also struggling to make ends meet, was the only one helping my mother.
My mother took on two jobs to provide for my needs and secure a better future for both of us. She worked tirelessly during the day, making sure I lacked nothing.
We lived modestly, but without my mother, we might have ended up on the streets.
By the age of 9, our situation had improved because my mother had found a new boyfriend who soon proposed to her.
This made my mother’s life easier, and she didn’t have to work as hard to feed me.
However, this new boyfriend paid little attention to me, hardly spoke to me, and kept his distance during our interactions.
One day, he had a serious conversation with my mother, suggesting that she should entrust me to an orphanage and continue to live a prosperous life together.
He promised my mother a life of luxury and wealth. Unexpectedly, my mother refused his proposal.
I heard she said, “I would prefer my son to lead a simple life as a bachelor, but with me, right by his mother’s side.”
