I overheard my son dictating the password to my savings account to his wife in the early hours of the morning; I pretended to be asleep, but 50 minutes later the teller showed them who the real fool was.

She had protected her savings, but more importantly, she had protected her dignity.

In the end, Evelyn understood a painful but freeing truth: a mother’s love may be unconditional, but her sacrifice must have limits. No one, not even the child she carried for nine months, has the right to steal her peace, stability, and dignity during the final years of her life.

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