But the truth shattered me. Aaron’s debt wasn’t a trap — it was a sacrifice. He had taken loans to help my mom buy me the restaurant I had dreamed of for years. He had even quit his job to work as her pastry chef, building a future meant for all three of us. In my desperation to protect her, I destroyed a moment of pure love and generosity. As my mother looked at me with heartbreak in her eyes, I realized the painful truth: sometimes our fear blinds us more than any
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