He held her trembling hand. Her nails were curling and textured. He felt them gently with his finger tips. He sighed and looked at her lovingly, one last time. He wanted to save her. But couldn’t. ‘I know you love me Mom!’ he said. She nodded and smiled weakly beneath her oxygen mask. She gestured for a pen and paper and scribbled, ‘Its OK if you let go Son, I know you need the money badly.’ He looked at the paper with shock and then towards her. She closed her eyes, smiling, to never open them again.
For Moral Mondays ‘ Money is the root of all evil’
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