I contemplated asking my mother to take care of my son so that I could go find the love of my life, but every time I mustered up the courage to ask her, I saw how sad she seemed, and I just couldn't do that to her. Since she adopted me all those years ago, the woman has loved me with all her heart; she has cooked, cleaned, and taken care of not just me but my lady and our son as well. Why did she seem so distraught, though? Did she know something I didn't?
