Alessio Mattoni

[Alessio_Mattoni]

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My mom raised me alone. My father disappeared early, vanished like cigarette smoke, leaving behind a sick woman, forced to shoulder the care of a newborn by herself. 

 

I worked a lot to help in the house, and every penny I earned went towards my mother’s care. Her health had been declining for years, and the medical bills kept biting into us like hungry dogs. I tried not to let her see the stress on my face. She had enough to worry about.

 

I just kept moving, working, saving and mostly hoping. And then one day, hope wasn’t enough. She passed away, quietly, her hand in mine.