"Ah, is that so? I'll ask Mom and Dad for permission first. If they agree, I'll come, but if not, there's nothing I can do. Hopefully, you'll understand. Thank you very much for the invitation," I politely responded to my mother."Yes, of course. I understand. I just wanted to formally introduce my children to each other. I'm sorry if I'm asking this of you," she held my hand and looked into my eyes.I saw sincerity in her eyes, and I had no right to judge her. She just wanted her children to get to know each other well. "Thank you for coming here. It means a lot that you've forgiven me. I'm sorry for everything, my child. I know it's late, but let me make it up to you. Whatever you need, I'm here to help," I simply nodded in response.She returned from DUBAI. She told me how she applied as a domestic helper until she met a Filipino businessman who is now her husband and the father of her children. She also shared how scared she was when she left me; she never expected me to be this u
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