Nerian POV
The news had a profound effect on me; as soon as I lashed out at my mother, she hurried out of the room in tears.
I realized I could have restrained myself, but I simply couldn't hold back my emotions.
It was a moment of weakness that I deeply regretted. All the struggles I had witnessed her endure over the years flooded my mind.
I thought that harboring hatred towards her would be simple, but the truth is, that woman meant everything to me. Perhaps she wasn't the perfect mother, but she was the best I could have ever hoped for.
We all had our demons and what happened between us wasn't her fault.
She made countless sacrifices for my sake, even giving up her own comfort to ensure I could finish high school. As I grew older, I understood that I would have to make similar sacrifices in my own life. I had no desire to see the man who fathered me, as I would only curse him for the pain he caused.
