“I figured you kept them,” she said quietly. I could only nod, tears welling up, unable to speak a word.
She pulled an item out of her bag—a folded check. I looked down at the amount: $8,300. Made out to me.
This genuine act of goodwill finally broke through my defenses. I shook my head, crying freely. “No. I never should’ve touched your money. I was wrong.”
She didn’t offer forgiveness right away, but she took the most important step: But she stepped inside.
A Mother’s Apology
She ate a piece of cake. She Laughed when Liyana tried to braid her hair. Later, I showed her the copies of the weekly letters I had kept. She looked at me and delivered the final, most important lesson:
“You should’ve just told me you were struggling. I would’ve helped her too. But you didn’t ask—you just took.”
And she was right.
We talked all night. We discussed more than just the money. We talked about Her dad. We talked about How she felt like I was replacing her. We discussed How I never asked how hard it was for her to grow up between two lives.
I offered a full apology. There were No defenses, no excuses. Just a straight-up, “I messed up.”
She stayed that night. And the next. And slowly, she became a regular visitor every weekend. She has Never moved back in full-time. She needs her space and her own independence. But she is finally back in our lives.
As for the check for the tuition money? I framed it. Never cashed it. We both understand that it’s not about the money anymore.
It’s about rebuilding trust—brick by brick.
Key Takeaway for All Parents
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