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A Mother’s Morning
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2025-09-15 16:59:14Evelyn’s POV
I woke up earlier than usual today.
The sky outside was still grey, and the house was silent. But my heart wouldn’t let me rest.
every year. Not because anyone reminded me, but because how could I forget the day I
became a mother? Today was special — Liam’s birthday. I had marked the day in my mind the same way I did
I didn’t need an alarm clock. My love for him had always been louder than anything else.
I stepped out of my room quietly, still in my robe. The floor felt cold, but I didn’t care. All I could
think of was how much Liam used to love it when I sang him awake on his birthdays — when he
was smaller, before he learned how to hate me.
I walked to his room with a soft smile, holding onto a thread of hope that maybe, just maybe,
today he would remember that I’m still his mother.
The door creaked open and I peeked inside.
He was curled under the blankets, his small frame rising and falling gently. The sight of him
sleeping always did something to me — a mixture of pride and pain. My baby. My little boy. The
one I carried inside me for nine months. The one I gave everything for.
Softly, I began to sing.
“
Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday, dear Liam… Happy
birthday to you…
”
He stirred, his eyes slowly opening. At first, his face wrinkled in confusion, and then… a small
frown.
But then — he smiled. Just a little.
“Thank you,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
Tears rushed to my eyes immediately, but I forced them back. That tiny smile felt like sunlight in
the middle of a cold storm. I stepped forward and opened my arms.
“Come here,” I whispered.
He hesitated, like he was unsure. But eventually, he leaned forward and allowed me to hug him.
I held him like he was still five years old. Like the world hadn’t yet taught him how to push me
away.
“May you live long, Liam,” I said softly against his ear. “May your heart always find peace. And
may you never forget how much I love you.”
He didn’t reply. He didn’t hug me back. But he didn’t push me away either. And that… that was
enough for me this morning.
But then — his phone rang.
I pulled away slowly, and he picked it up from his bedside table. I turned to leave, but something
inside me made me glance at the screen.
Ivy.
The name burned like fire.
Before I could even speak, Liam looked up at me with those eyes that no longer looked like
mine.
“Can you excuse me, Mum?” he said. “I need to take this.”
Mum.
I should’ve felt grateful he called me that. But the way he said it — like it didn’t belong to me
anymore — made my chest tighten.
I nodded, quickly turning away before he could see the tears in my eyes. I walked out of the
room quietly, closing the door behind me.
And then… I broke.
Back in my room, I let the tears fall. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor, my hands
shaking. She called him before I could even make his breakfast.
She had already taken over everything. His mornings. His laughter. His heart.
And still, I was the one who was left. The one who remembered. The one who loved — even if it
hurt.
I came out of my room later that morning. My face was clean, and I had used the last bit of
strength that I had left in me.
Jason was already in his work clothes. Liam was beside him at the table, eating his breakfast
silently.
"I'm not going to work today," I said softly.
Jason furrowed an eyebrow. "Why?"
I hesitated, then smiled gently at Liam. "It's Liam's birthday. I want to cook today. For him.
Something special. Maybe we can have a small dinner when he returns from school. Just the
two of us. No guests. Just… family."
Liam said nothing. He kept eating
Jason let out a deep sigh and checked his phone once more. "Don't make a scene about it,
Evelyn. He doesn't need that." "I won't," I replied quickly, trying to smile. "I just want to cook him his favorite dinner." Jason didn't say anything. Before I knew it, they were leaving. Liam walked by me in silence. Jason followed suit, hardly glancing in my direction. The front door closed behind them. The house fell silent again. And I stood there in the hall — still holding onto hope. Still holding onto love. Because that is what mothers do. Even when no one is watching… we stick around. Even when they don't love us back… we love even stronger. Even when we are invisible… we remember every little thing. Because no one can replace me in his story. Even if… they already have.
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