09/02/2024
I VISITED MY MOM’S HOUSE AND WAS HORRIFIED TO FIND IT IN RUINS—WHEN I LEARNED THE TRUTH, I TOOK MY REVENGE.
I hadn’t seen my mom in a few months, but we talked often enough. Her voice always carried a warmth that made everything seem okay, even from afar.
She lived alone in the house where I grew up, and each call began with the same question: when would I visit? Life got busy, and those visits became less frequent than I’d like to admit.
After a particularly tough week, I decided to surprise her. I imagined her face lighting up when I walked through the door. It had only been a month since we last spoke, and she seemed fine, just a little lonely.
But when I turned the corner onto her street, my world shattered. HER HOUSE—OUR HOME—WAS GONE. All that remained was a pile of rubble. My heart pounded as I stared at the broken bricks and splintered wood, the last traces of the place I once called home.
Then, I noticed a man nearby, grinning. My stomach turned as I recognized him. It was my mom’s⬇️