“Now you know how I felt,” I replied.

Then I told him the only thing that mattered:

“If one day you repay everything… rebuild your life… and truly learn what respect means—

then maybe… we can try again.”

Years have passed.

I live quietly now.

Every month, a transfer arrives from him.

Same amount. Always on time.

No excuses. No words.

Just proof.

That he is learning.

Maybe one day, I’ll forgive him.

Maybe not.

But one thing is certain:

The greatest lesson I gave him…

wasn’t through money.

It was through absence.