Mom trashed my bedroom, tearing through closets and drawers. Finally, at the very bottom of a storage bin, she pulled out a crushed, handmade paper rose and a yellowed greeting card."Happy Mother's Day, Mom. I love you so much."Her voice shook as she read the faded handwriting. By the time she hit the final words, she broke down completely, screaming into the empty room."Kyle! Oh God, Kyle, Mom is so sorry! You loved me so much but I just kept pushing you away!"She clutched the paper rose to her chest. "You must hate me. Is that why you won't even visit me in my dreams? Kyle, please... Mom finally knows she was wrong!"Did she really understand?I watched her weep and beg for forgiveness, feeling absolutely nothing. It all felt so incredibly hollow. If I hadn't died on that mountain, if I had found a way to survive and crawl back home on my own, she would still be treating me like a liar. She would still be shielding Charles.Accepting that my parents simply didn
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