And that’s when it hit him.
She wasn’t just “not his real mother.”
She was the only one who ever stayed.
The only one who chose him.
The only one who loved him…
Without condition.
One month later…
Yassine stood in front of a small apartment door.
His hands shaking.
Heart racing.
He knocked.
Slowly.
The door opened.
Amina stood there.
Calm. Quiet. Different.
He couldn’t speak.
Tears fell instantly.
“I’m sorry…” he whispered.
“I didn’t understand… I was stupid… I was angry… I didn’t mean it…”
His voice broke.
“You are my mother… the only one I have…”
Silence.
Amina looked at him.
Long.
Deep.
Then she asked one simple question:
“Do you understand now… what those words did to me?”
He nodded… crying.
“Yes.”
