Episode 3 — The Hardest Kind of Letting Go
Two weeks passed. Home grew cold.
Mom’s laughter only made me feel more broken.
One night, she came into my room.
“Raka… Davin asked me to marry him.”
“What?”
“I haven’t answered. Not without you.”
Tears stung my eyes.
“Do you truly love him?”
“Yes,” she said softly. “He makes me feel safe… seen… not alone.”
I cried.
“What about me? Why am I not enough?”
Mom hugged me.
“You’re my son, not my life partner. One day you’ll have your own world. And I… I want to be happy too.”
The truth hurt more than lies ever could.
But slowly… painfully… I whispered,
“If he makes you happy, then… I’ll try to accept it.”
She hugged me tightly, crying with relief.
A few days later, I met Davin.
“I’ll never call you brother,” I said.
He chuckled awkwardly. “Fair.”
“But if you ever hurt her… I’ll come for you.”
He nodded. “I promise I won’t.”
And for the first time, I saw him not as a traitor—
but someone who truly loved my mother.
My heart was still broken.
But seeing Mom smile again taught me something:
Sometimes letting go is the adult form of love.
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