He Never Understood My Tears
Language: en
My mother's surgery failed, and the doctors gave her less than three months to live. Suffocating under the weight of the news, I had no one to turn to except my boyfriend, Cavette. "Are you busy?" I texted him. No reply. Half an hour later, I sent another message: "Do you have a minute to talk? It's about my mom." Another thirty minutes passed before Cavette finally sent back a single digit: "1". I stared at that "1" for a long time. It was always like this. When I was burning up with a 103-degree fever and begged him to take me to the emergency room, all I got back was a "1". When my mom…