Ben sat in his **palatial office**, the soft hum of the fluorescent lights the only sound as he stared at the financial statements in front of him. His company\u2019s revenue had grown by **several tens of millions of dollars** in the last year. Everything was looking perfect \u2014 the kind of success he\u2019d worked so hard for, and the rewards were finally coming in.<\/p>\n
But then, Jane, his assistant, stormed in with an urgency he hadn\u2019t seen before.<\/p>\n
“Sir, she… She was seen under a bridge not too far from our offices,” Jane explained hesitantly, her voice quivering with both fear and concern.<\/p>\n
Ben frowned. “What?” He couldn\u2019t quite understand what she was saying.<\/p>\n
“One of our security guards recognized her from a few days back. She was in a pretty bad state, sir. I think she’s been living there for a while now,” Jane added, her voice barely above a whisper.<\/p>\n
Ben\u2019s mind started to race. He didn\u2019t need to ask who she was; he already knew. His **mother.** The woman he had turned his back on years ago. The woman who had once tried to **tear down everything he built** with her presence. The woman he had left in his past like a bad dream.<\/p>\n
Still, seeing her in such a state, even after all the resentment, hit him harder than he expected.<\/p>\n
Without saying a word, he grabbed his coat and stormed out of his office, Jane following close behind.<\/p>\n
They reached the bridge just as the sun began to set, casting an eerie golden glow across the abandoned stretch of street.<\/p>\n
Ben\u2019s driver slowed down as they approached. There, under the bridge, was a figure huddled in rags, asking for **pennies** from anyone who would spare them. Her hair was matted, and her face was gaunt, pale with a coldness that made Ben shudder.<\/p>\n
The woman looked so different, yet so familiar.<\/p>\n
“Who is she, sir?” his driver asked, his voice soft with hesitation.<\/p>\n
Ben stared at the woman for a long moment, trying to reconcile the image in front of him with the memories of the cold, judgmental woman who had once **ruined his life**. The woman who demanded he succeed, or else she\u2019d call him a failure. The woman who had pushed him away so violently that he had sworn never to look back.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s my mother,\u201d Ben replied, his voice hoarse, as the weight of his past came crashing down on him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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