“NO! Ethan, please! I love you!” she screamed as the guards dragged her away.
Her belongings—stuffed into trash bags—were thrown outside the gates in front of passing cars and curious neighbors.
Just like that—
she was gone.
What Truly Matters
I turned back to my mother.
Picked her up in my arms.
Carried her inside the house that was always meant to be hers.
I gave her a warm bath.
Cooked her a proper meal with my own hands.
And that night—
I made a promise.
She would never cry again.
And I would never again trust appearances over character.
Because beauty can lie.
Status can deceive.
But the truth always shows itself—
when no one thinks you’re watching.
