My Husband Regrets My Son’s Death
I lost my dear son, Henry, to a traffic accident. He had been on his way to one of his part-time jobs. Despite working a lot, my son was still a top scorer on the SATs.
“Mom, I don’t want treatment,” he begged with his last breath. “I just want Dad.”
In my despair, I called Matthew Foster, my husband, more than one hundred times, but he never answered.
We had been married for eighteen years, but one day, he spent all of our savings in order to pay for the treatment of his deceased comrade’s son. That got us into a debt worth one million dollars. To help him pay for it, both Henry I and worked hard to earn money. My son went as far as working five part-time jobs a day!
That accident cr
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