My Endless Sorrow
Once the formidable matriarch of the family, she had been forced to step back, relying on a wheelchair to move around.
She was the only one who wholeheartedly supported our relationship.
She adored me, often asking me to sit with her and talk. Lucas, too, would reminisce about their shared memories. But beneath her stories, I could always sense a lingering sorrow.
From those conversations, I learned that she, too, had once loved someone deeply. But for reasons beyond her control, their story had ended before it could truly begin.
As her condition worsened, even simple conversations became difficult. Yet, despite the overwhelming opposition from the Kingston family, she remained firm—she want