Everyone can choose money or lies, everyone can hurt him.
He can worry, ponder, even blame himself, ask internal questions, wait for evidence of his mother's lies, suffer and worry again, deciding what he would never want to decide, what he would never want to talk about.
But in all this there is one big but. It was her, his Priya, standing by, behind him and in front of him when he needed it the most. Her main light, Rama. The one who taught her to love in such a way that now this love covers him completely, lends a shoulder when he is deceived and he cries for the love of mothers.
Let them lie and choose money. She always chooses him, every minute, without beginning and without end.
She and her daughter give him a smile in the dark, distracting him from everything. She became the mistress of everything, but she only needs him. And he only wants her. Family, their children, and the rest can choose anything. After all, she had already chosen him forever.
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