Yakabatanidzwa ruzha

Every month... without fail... his mother sent him money. Even when he never asked. Even when he never said thank you. She would call and say, “Eat well... and take care of yourself.” And he would always reply the same way... “I’m busy, Mom. I’ll call you later.” Later... became weeks. Weeks... became months. But the money always came. Until one month... it didn’t. At first, he was annoyed. He checked his phone. No message. No missed calls. Just silence. So, for the first time