he said, his voice full of emotion. “You still have your mom right here. Don’t waste that gift.” Dean was stunned. Tears welled up in his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Mom,” he whispered, embracing her tightly. The owner, Mr. Harris,
nodded with a small smile. “That’s better. Your food will be out soon.”Dean put his phone away, and for the first time in a long while, he truly talked with his mother. That night changed everything—and he never treated her with anything less than love again.