A Mother’s Walk in the Rain
The sky hung low over a quiet Texas town, the drizzle soft but steady. On a gravel path leading to the city, seventy-year-old Helen Carter walked slowly, one careful step after another, her cane tapping against the wet ground.
Her coat was thin, her shoes worn, and her bag nearly empty except for a few hospital papers and a handful of coins — enough for bread, but not much more.
Helen’s heart had grown weak, and doctors said she needed surgery soon. The cost, however, was more than she could afford. Her husband had died decades ago, leaving her to raise two boys on her own. She’d worked in diners, taken sewing jobs, and gone without so her children could eat.
Now, her body was failing — but she still believed that her eldest son, Michael, the one who’d grown into a successful businessman, would help her.
A mother’s hope, after all, never really fades.
The Cold Welcome
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