Daniel’s childhood memories were a kaleidoscope of fleeting images and muffled voices. He remembered the small, cluttered apartment where the wallpaper peeled away from the walls, and the faint smell of lavender from his mother’s old perfume bottle. Margaret had been a loving mother, albeit struggling against the tides of poverty and hardship. But circumstances beyond her control had torn them apart, leaving Daniel to navigate the world alone.
In the years that followed, Daniel was bounced from one foster home to another. The once vivid memories of his mother faded, replaced by new ones of survival and ambition. His determination to succeed was fueled by a desire to never feel helpless again. Over the years, he built a fortress around his heart, allowing few to truly know him.
Margaret, on the other hand, had spent those years searching for her son. Every lead, every potential glimpse of him was a thread of hope she tenaciously clung to. Life had worn her down, yet her love for Daniel remained unyielded, a fire that refused to die. She never imagined that fate would place her son so close, only for him to push her away without a second glance.
