Reply To: Going off the Derech

So, I took my son to the bus station, and was extra pained bc for some reason, he wouldn’t accept anything from me. Usually I give him snacks and stuff, but he refused everything except money and cigarettes. I even baked him a cake, which he wouldn’t take. So as I walked away with tears in my eyes, I couldn’t help but think that this beloved son is my korban. And just like Avraham Avinu, who was willing to sacrifice his son, he still had tears in his eyes during the Akeida, I felt entitled to my tears as I walked away, even though I wanted to just hug him and not let go…

“But Hashem, you gave Avraham Avinu back his son….won’t You… please…..give me back my son too?”