Nicholas was a sweet, loyal boy who adored his mother. He brought her wildflowers, helped with chores, and often said, “I don’t need a dad. I have the best mom in the world.”
For Doris, their bond felt unbreakable—proof that love could not only survive loss, but grow stronger because of it.
But life has a way of circling back.
Years later, Nicholas became a father himself. And like his own father before him, he walked away. No explanation. No effort. Just silence.
Now, Doris is left questioning everything she believed about love, resilience, and the legacy of abandonment.
“Did I love him too much?” she wonders. “Did I make it too easy for him to think love comes without responsibility?”
She can’t rewrite history. But in sharing her story, Doris hopes to spark a deeper conversation about what we pass down—not just in blood, but in behavior. Because sometimes, the most painful consequences aren’t born from hate or cruelty, but from love that tried to heal, and accidentally taught the wrong lesson.