The Mother Who Waited
ring sun. Our home, a testament to Charles' s success and my careful stewardship, alwa
friends. His high school graduation. It felt like just yesterday Char
rded fiercely for eighteen years. He was intelligent, kind, everything
port, a neighbor whose family had know
y voice soft. "He ta
one. The caterers paused, conversations lulled. Sa
ght. "For all your hard work, for the wonderful young ma
cheeks flushed a little, bu
s, always wanted you to have a strong start. He left some
ive him independence, a foundation. This was what Charles would have wanted, a secure future for our
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