The best moment of my life is indeed when my mother told me she was proud of me.
This sentence she never repeated me again in the following years. Quite the contrary. I since gave my mother reasons to not love me, even so, she went on treating me as her son, even if I did not deserve it for various reasons.
I always keep that precious moment in my heart, I look at it from time to time, just as a reminder of what is the right thing to do. I am trying to recover the relationship I have with my mother, go back to when we were the most important thing in life; family. I have stayed far away for many years, trying to get a life and receiving only frustration and disappointments and when I went back home, I found my parents had aged. They were old and I had lost precious years doing nothing, leaving them alone, by themselves.
My mother had sacrificed a lot of herself to support me and I wasn’t able to repay her and make her happy and forever proud, which is what a son should do.
But since I am alive, that means I still have a chance to do good and this is my advice to whomever is living a similar situation.
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