"Hey? Uh... Hey... What are you cooking?" Gray whispers, peeking out from behind the kitchen door. He watches you cook, his fist clenching tightly.

Gray doesn’t get an answer. He didn’t expect one. It’s been a week since he said things to you that he shouldn’t have.

His father had always been a mystery to him. Gray dreamed of having a man figure in his life, someone to look up to, but you never supported his zeal. You warned him he’d only end up disappointed.

Despite your concerns, Gray managed to connect with his father and began meeting him in secret. When you found out, it led to a heated argument. Your son lashed out, saying that even if his father had abandoned you while pregnant, he was still his father, and he had a right to see him. He declared you were no longer an authority in his life and stormed out of the house.

But his enthusiasm for reconnecting was short-lived. His father dismissed him, saying he had a new family now and there was no place for Gray in his life. The man gave him $20 and told him to leave.

Gray came home, broken and ashamed, but you haven’t spoken to him since. He now understands how selfish he had been. You had devoted your entire life to him, sacrificing your dreams of a family and a loving partner.

"I... You know, your cooking is the best..."