Despite our comfortable life—my father was a regional manager, and my mother a nurse—she was obsessed with saving money. Her relentless penny-pinching made me resent her deeply, especially when Dad and I wanted to enjoy simple pleasures.
My father, Henry, was my favorite person. His tragic death when I was seventeen shattered me, and my relationship with Mom worsened. When she drained my college fund, I vowed never to forgive her.
Years later, after her death, I discovered her diary. In it, she revealed her struggles with my father’s hidden gambling addiction. She had been saving to pay off his debts, sacrificing her reputation in my eyes. One entry read: “I had to drain Cara’s college fund… It was the only way to keep us from losing the house.”
I realized she had been protecting me, even if it meant becoming the villain. My resentment turned to regret, and I finally understood her love.
