My little boy

Nancy

Las Vegas

That morning, I felt an urgency to talk to my son; I really missed him and Amber, who was studying fashion in New York. The last time I had spoken to her, she had pressured me to return to the Mortons' house, to Bruce and the life I led there; she had ignored the fact that I was hurt and resentful for finding out about Bruce's betrayal; she was a little selfish in caring just with her image on social media, no matter how hard she was working on it, I was also human and had my rights.

However, I wasn't mad at her; she was my daughter after all, and it was kind of my fault that she had become a spoiled and arrogant girl. My children's father made them live immersed in so much luxury and perks that naturally my children ended up acquiring all this arrogance. I felt guilty because as their mother, I had to be stronger and show my children the real side of life so that they could grow up knowing that they should treat people well, and be more condescending and kind to thos