“But I can’t do that, Mother,” he protested. “You are dying! Our whole land is dying! I know in my heart that this is best for all of us! How can I turn down the one thing that will give us hope?”
His mother looked at him with accusing eyes. “You don’t love me. You never did. If you did, you wouldn’t treat me so!”
The heaviness of sorrow began to fill his heart as tears began to fill his eyes. “Mother, how can you say that? You know that I love you for I’ve cared for you since Papa died.” But the woman would hear nothing more and shrieked at him until he finally ran from the house and out of the yard.
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