and Lindsey kicked him out, calling him a burden. “Mom… I need your help,” he whispered through tears. I had every reason to say no. But I didn’t. Because I’m his mother — and even when love isn’t returned, it doesn’t disappear. I got tested. I was a match. And I gave him a part of myself once more. As we recovered, Sam sat by my hospital bed,

eyes full of guilt. “You were always there,” he said, “even when I didn’t deserve you.” Forgiveness doesn’t erase the past, but it opens the door to healing. Sam finally saw that real love doesn’t come wrapped in money — it shows up when everything else falls apart. This time, he didn’t walk away. He walked with me.