I’m Alice, a single mother who gave everything I had to raise my son, Sam — my time, my energy, and all the love in my heart. I worked long hours as a waitress, cleaner, and store clerk, doing whatever it took to provide for him. We didn’t have much, but I thought love would be enough. Then came Lindsey — my ex-husband’s wealthy new wife. She entered our lives in designer heels and a luxury car, offering Sam the life I never could: expensive gifts, private school, and promises of a bright, easy future. At 17,

Sam looked me in the eyes and said he was tired of being poor — tired of me — and he left.He never called. Never wrote. For four years, silence filled the space he left behind. Until one evening, he showed up on my doorstep — gaunt, pale, and no longer the confident boy who once stormed out. His kidneys were failing, and the people he chose over me had abandoned him. His father refused to donate…