A mother had been giving her sick son medicine for 20 years, but suspecting something strange, he installed a hidden camera in the house. From what he saw, EVERYTHING inside him froze… In Emily’s cozy home—modest but warm—the first rays of morning sunlight were already shining into Jacob’s room. Jacob headed toward the kitchen, where his mother was already preparing breakfast.
Good morning, sweetheart,” said Emily with a forced smile, one he had started to notice more and more often. “Let me help you with your medication.” She walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a few small medicine bottles, each carefully arranged and labeled
Jake, remember, you have a heart condition and need to take these every day to feel okay,” she said as she handed him the bottles, each one neatly labeled. Jacob, who was already 20 years old by the way, took the bottles with a slight tilt of his head. “Sweetheart, you know each of these medications was prescribed specifically for your health. As a pharmacist and your mother, I would never do anything to harm you.”
“Trust me!”
He nodded more to avoid conflict than from true belief and swallowed the pills with a big gulp of water, feeling them slide down his throat. As he ate his breakfast, his eyes would occasionally fall on his mother, who kept busy tidying the kitchen and prepping for the day. There was a certain nervousness in her movements that day…
He never imagined it would come to this—having to spy on his own mother. But the doubts and uncertainties that had been weighing on his heart were pushing him toward this radical decision. “It’s just for safety,” he murmured, trying to justify the extreme step he was about to take.
With a click of the mouse, he completed the purchase of a small camera, one that could easily be hidden in the kitchen. She wouldn’t even notice it, he thought, trying to ease the guilt that had started to gnaw at him. The idea of watching his mom—the woman who raised and cared for him so lovingly—felt strange and difficult.
While waiting for the camera to arrive, his nights were filled with anxiety. Jacob couldn’t sleep, tossing in bed, his thoughts swirling like a storm. “What if I’m wrong? What if this is all just a misunderstanding?” he asked himself over and over, each question fueling his inner struggle.
When the camera finally arrived, Jacob carefully installed it while Emily was at work. He chose a tiny spot between two cookbooks on the shelf, where it had a clear view of the counter where she prepared his meds. “This will give me the answers I need,” he whispered, activating the camera.