When I was born, my mother was very young. She met my father in school, and after she finished school, she became pregnant. My mother’s parents were against her having the baby. They wanted her to have a completely different future for herself, one without raising a child. They insisted she get an abortion. They didn’t want anything to do with her or the child. My mother was devastated. But her tough journey didn’t end there.
After my birth, my biological father abandoned my mother. He didn’t want the responsibility of a wife and child; he said he wasn’t ready for a family and wanted to establish himself first. He left and was never seen again. My mother was left alone to care for me. She didn’t give up, refused to place me in an orphanage, and raised me all by herself.
She was able to find a room to rent from an elderly pensioner named Baba Lida, who helped my mother raise me. When my mother had to work long hours to make ends meet, Baba Lida took care of me. She had no children of her own and welcomed us into her life. My mother worked two jobs to provide for us. She was determined to give me the best life possible.
I am deeply grateful to my mother for her strength and dedication. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t know what kind of person I would have become. Sadly, my mother passed away when I was sixteen. She fell seriously ill, and we couldn’t afford the expensive medical treatment. My grandparents, her parents, took responsibility for me because they had no other choice. However, I chose not to live with them. I made it clear that they were nobody to me, and I didn’t want to be with them.
After my mother’s death, I decided to strive for success in life. I studied and worked simultaneously. I put all my effort into achieving my goals. I graduated from university and secured a position in an international company. I loved my job, and it paid well.
When I turned twenty-eight, my biological father contacted me. It was a surprising and unexpected event. He asked to meet with me. I thought he wanted to apologize for all those years of absence. However, during our meeting, he started complaining about his own life. He never mentioned my mother or asked how I was doing. I was furious with him for his selfishness. I listened to his troubles, which included financial difficulties and problems with his new wife.
I left the meeting without expressing any emotions or giving him the money he requested. I realized that this man could never be a real father to me. I was disappointed that my mother had crossed paths with him, but I was grateful for her strength and love.
