The Unseen Love: A Mother's Secret

, I lived in my br

cian; I was Emily, the quiet, resp

rter, lay dictating he

ud: "To my son, Jack, the

nheritance for

y collection of old family recipe books, and

st. Worthless junk. It w

w bikes, I patche

c dreams, I worked two jo

brated; his D-

terly alone, replaced b

thing I'd done for her – d

st neglect; th

ou are not valued. You are

ed with agoniz

anything more?

, eyed my "worth

om didn' t know

for a reason, Emily? You love

mained, but a def

ess inheritance held a secret