“I’m ready to go, Marcus,” she whispered, her voice totally defeated. “I know I caused too much trouble. I’ll go to the facility.”
Marcus felt a sharp, agonizing pain in his chest. He walked over, sank to his knees on the floor in front of her, and gently took her raw, blistered hands in his own.
“You’re not going anywhere, Mom,” Marcus choked out, tears finally breaking through his stoic exterior. “She’s gone. She’s gone forever.”
He stood up, pulling his mother gently into his arms, holding the woman who had once sat beneath a weak yellow lamp to keep him alive. “We’re moving your things into the master suite tonight. This is your home. Everything I have is yours.”
True wealth isn’t measured by the balance in a bank account, the fleets of trucks, or the glittering office towers. True wealth is the family that stands by you in the dark. And Marcus King finally realized that the richest man in the world is simply the one who still has his mother.
