The greatest singer

As Linda stepped out of the house, she closed the door behind her quietly. Adam sat in the small living room, watching the clock hands move ever so slowly. His mother had left for her morning shift at the supermarket, and later, she would head to the bar for her evening job.

She had been working two jobs for years, sacrificing all her time just so Adam could have a better life. In the mornings, she stocked shelves and assisted customers at the supermarket, and in the evenings, she served drinks at the bar.

But it was taking a toll on her. Her body was exhausted, and her heart carried the weight of endless fatigue. Yet, she never complained. She just kept going.

Adam still remembered the day his mother decided to work at the bar. He had been too young to fully understand, but he could never forget the deep sadness he felt when he learned that she would have to work late into the night.

It wasn't just about where she worked—it was about the fact that he would see her less and less.

And after he got her fired from the bar because of his terrible performance, that distance only grew wider. The guilt had eaten away at him, and for a while, he couldn't even face her.

She had found work at another bar, but the hours were even longer.

So even though they lived in the same house, they hardly ever saw each other.

By the time he woke up, she had already prepared him breakfast and left for the supermarket. By the time he returned home in the evening, she was gone again, working at the bar from 6 PM until 4 AM.

There was barely any time left for her.

And this… this wasn't the kind of place any mother would wish to work.

But she had no choice. She had decided long ago that she would do whatever it took to provide for him.

Adam knew that his mother hadn't chosen this life willingly. She had been forced into it. He knew how hard she worked every single day, how much she sacrificed so he could have a future.

And how had he repaid her for all her efforts?

He had left her to suffer through her illness alone, all because of that wretched woman who had poisoned his mind against her.

Every time he remembered that woman's face, he felt sick to his stomach. And for a long time after his mother's death, that sickness had turned inward—he was disgusted with himself.

But now… he had a second chance.

A chance he would never let slip through his fingers—whether it was to give his mother a better life or to chase his own dreams.

With that thought in mind, Adam walked into his room and closed the door behind him.

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Lying on his bed, arms folded behind his head, Adam stared at the ceiling, covered in old stains and cracks. His mind was caught between two realities—the fact that he was back in 2007 and the haunting memories of his failed future.

But this time, he was determined to change. And the first step?

Choosing the right song for tonight's performance at the bar.

He remembered his first time on that stage—how he had stood there, trembling, watching his dream turn into a nightmare before his very eyes. The mocking laughter, the pitying stares, the bar manager yelling at his mother before firing her because of his disastrous performance…

It was all still burned into his memory.

But now, he had a second chance. Would he repeat the same mistakes?

He sat at the edge of his bed, taking a deep breath. No smartphone to stream music, no fast internet to search for lyrics. All he had was his memory. Closing his eyes, he tried to recall every song he had loved from this time.

The melodies of 2007 flooded his mind—alternative rock, pop hits—but he needed something different. Something that reflected what he truly felt. He didn't just want to sing a popular song to grab attention. He wanted something that spoke to his soul—something that expressed his loss, his regrets, his sorrow over what he had done to his mother.

He whispered to himself, "I need to choose carefully. This is my only chance."

Then, a memory surfaced—an old song he had loved. It wasn't the latest hit, but it was special to him.

It was one of those songs he used to hear on the radio as a child, playing in the background while his mother cooked in the kitchen, singing along with him.

He suddenly stood up and walked to the mirror, staring at his reflection.

He looked much younger than he was used to. His features hadn't changed much, but his eyes… there was something different in them—a mixture of fear and hope.

"This time, I won't fail."

He said it softly, then turned away, sitting back on his bed, determined to practice the song he had chosen.

He knew this performance wouldn't just be another attempt—it w

ould be a new beginning.

Either he would rise… or he would fall again.

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