One moment, my son and I were close—talking daily, sharing life’s little moments. Then, without warning, he began to drift away. At first, I chalked it up to his new responsibilities: a baby, a growing family, the chaos of early parenthood.
But then the messages stopped. Phone calls became rare, rushed, and hollow. Weeks passed in silence. I started questioning everything—had I done something wrong? I sent him a heartfelt message, pouring out my love and concern.
It was never read.
Even his wife’s vague reassurance couldn’t quiet the growing ache in my heart. I felt like I was grieving someone still alive, powerless to fix the distance.
Then, one day, my phone rang—from an unknown number. I almost ignored it… but I’m glad I didn’t.
It was him.
“Mom… I’m so sorry. I never meant to make you worry.”