The past

I looked at Marcus, my ex-husband while waiting for his answer.

”Marco, she is your mother,” Marcus said, gesturing towards me.

Marco's eyes widened in shock as he looked at me. He had grown into a handsome young man, with his father's dark hair and green eyes.

“My mother?” he asked, his voice cracking with emotion.

He is now my 4 years old son but he is really smart the way he talks.

I nodded, unable to speak as tears continued to fall down my face. I had missed so much of his life, and now I didn't even know if he would accept me as his mother.

“I-I'm sorry,” Marco stammered, looking at me with a mixture of confusion and hurt. “I-I don't understand. Dad.”

“I know, son,” I said, my voice trembling.

“I made a mistake when I left you. I've regretted it every day since then. I have my reason but I also lost the reason why”

“Why did you leave us, mom?” Marco asked, his voice filled with pain.

I took a deep breath, trying to find the words to explain. “It’s a long story,” I said because I