For the first time I’ve never seen the simple girl from the countryside before.
I saw the woman who had come with me in the ambulance when no one else could have arrived.
The woman who had been sitting all night on an uncomfortable chair next to me.
The woman I had hurt and who, when I had become vulnerable, had chosen not to hurt me back.
When she woke up, she got up scared.
Do you need anything? I’m calling the nurse?
– No.
I took a deep breath.
The words I had to say were simple.
But pride was making them terribly hard.
Come a little closer.
He approached the bed.
I heard you last night.
He’s frozen.
When you spoke to the doctor.
He lowered his eyes.
I didn’t say anything wrong about you.
– I know.
That’s what hurt me.
I put her hand out.
He hesitated before he took it.
I am so sorry.
Her eyes are getting married.
– For what?
I felt my eyes filled with tears.
Because I judged you before I met you. Because I made you feel inferior. Because we mistook the diplomas for education and money with the value of a man.
She didn’t say anything.
“And especially for the day you called me “Mother,” and I set you in place.
A tear slipped on his cheek.
“You don’t have to say this just because you’re sick.
“It was precisely because I was sick, I had time to see who stayed by my side.
At that point, the door opened.
My son was in.
When he saw us holding hands, he stopped.
What happened?
I looked at him.
“It happened that your mother needed a hospital to learn something she should have known for a long time.
Then I turned to her.
“If you can still after everything I’ve done to you… I’d like you to say “mother” again.
He covered his mouth with his hand and began to cry.
