On that day, when Valentina Petrovna unexpectedly appeared at the gate, suitcase in hand and that air of “I’m moving in because I want to,” Ana didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
— What are you doing here? — she asked calmly, but with a clear tension in her voice.
— I’ve given you enough time in peace. Now I’m alone and I have the right to be close to my son! — the woman replied, trying to push past Ana.
At that moment, Sergiu appeared from behind. He looked at his mother, then at Ana. Then he did something Ana never expected: he knelt in front of his wife and said:
— I’m sorry for leaving you alone in all these battles. But today I choose: I choose you, I choose our peace, I choose our family as we wanted it.
Valentina froze.
— What? You’re kicking me out?
— I’m not kicking you out, mother. I’m just telling you that you are no longer welcome if you come with your old methods.
For the first time in her life, Ana saw in Valentina’s eyes something she had never seen before: fear.
— Then… then I’ll leave, — the woman said, trembling, as she picked up her suitcase.
Ana closed the gate, her hands shaking. Not because she felt sorry, but because finally, after years of compromises, she had that moment. The moment when love not only promises but also chooses.
And for the first time in many years, she felt at home. Truly at home.
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