My son left me to live with his father and affluent stepmother, and four years later, he showed up at my door, pleading for help.
My son meant everything to me. As a single mom, I devoted all of my time, love, and energy to raising him. I was willing to sacrifice anything just to see him smile—even if it meant going without. I spent countless nights repairing his outgrown jeans and stretching every grocery dollar, yet despite my efforts,…