Your mother is dead? So what? Now serve my guests.

“Your mother is dead? So what? Now serve my guests,” my husband laughed heartlessly. I obeyed silently, tears dripping onto the plates. His boss noticed, touched my hand, and asked softly, “Why are you crying?” I opened my mouth… and said something that changed everything.

Lena Moore had spent the entire morning staggering around her apartment as if in a trance.

Around midday, while she was absentmindedly chopping vegetables, her phone rang. The doctor’s voice on the other end of the line delivered a sentence that completely drained her:

Her mother, Elara Moore, had passed away.

He repeated it twice, but it took Lena a moment to grasp it. After the conversation, she sank into a kitchen chair, unable to cry, unable to perceive anything other than the ringing in her ears. The apartment was unbearably quiet.

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