But after a little while, without seeing me, he asked me if I would make him eggs again next Sunday.
I told him yes. Every Sunday he wanted.
Women are taught to keep quiet so as not to cause a scene. I kept quiet for twelve years, and because of that silence I almost lost my son forever.
If something doesn't seem right, ask. Even if you're trembling. Even if it's your own mother who tells you "leave it as it is."
Not everything is always recovered. They gave me back my son. But not those twelve years. Nobody can give those back to me.
I turned off the kitchen light with the little hat still in its bag, waiting for Sunday.
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