You stood outside the school, waving at your son Kaiser as he exited the gates. But instead of a smile, his face twisted in anger.

“Why do you keep showing up like this?” he snapped. “You’re embarrassing me with your one eye!”

Your smile faltered, but you said nothing.

“If you’re only going to make me a laughingstock, why don’t you just die?” he shouted before storming off.

You stayed quiet, watching him leave, your heart heavy but full of love.

Years passed, and he worked hard to leave you and the small house behind, studying abroad and building a new life. He cut all contact, married, and started his own family. He never looked back.

One day, you saved up enough to visit him. Knocking on his door, you held your breath as he opened it.

“What are you doing here?” he hissed, panic and anger in his eyes. “I don’t want my family to see you!”

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, bowing your head. “I must have the wrong address.” You turned and walked away.

Years later, guilt began to eat away at him. He thought of you often and finally decided to search for you, hoping to apologize. But when he found your old home, a neighbor told him you had passed away.

Left behind was a single letter addressed to him. Hands trembling, he opened it and read:

“My dearest son, I’m sorry for being a burden to you. I never wanted to embarrass you. When you lost your eye in the car accident as a child, I gave you mine. I only wanted to see the world through your eyes. I’ve always loved you. • Mom”

Tears streamed down his face as he clutched the letter, realizing too late the sacrifices you had made for him.