When Irene’s 14-year-old son, Ben, came home looking frustrated, she quickly found out that their smug neighbor, Mr. Peterson, refused to pay Ben for washing his car all month. Mr. Peterson claimed the car wasn’t spotless and used it as an excuse not to pay the $200 Ben had earned for his hard work.
Furious but composed, Irene decided to take matters into her own hands. The next morning, she approached Mr. Peterson, reminding him of their verbal agreement and mentioning the pictures Ben had taken of the car after every wash. Irene hinted at potential legal action, warning Mr. Peterson of the consequences if he didn’t pay. Startled, Mr. Peterson quickly handed over the $200 in cash.
When Irene returned home and gave Ben the money, he was shocked but proud of his mom’s determination. She taught him an important lesson: never let anyone take advantage of your hard work. They celebrated with lunch together, and Ben even considered applying for a new job at an ice cream parlor, knowing that if anything went wrong, his mom had his back.
My Dad Who Left 20 Years Ago Called from His Deathbed for a Final Wish — What He Asked Broke My Heart
When my estranged father, who left 20 years ago, called from his deathbed, I was torn between anger and curiosity. His final wish revealed shocking truths.
I was getting ready for bed when an unfamiliar number called, followed by a text: “ALICE, THIS IS YOUR DAD. PLEASE CALL, I AM IN THE HOSPITAL.” My heart stopped. Dad? After twenty years? Curiosity won, and I called back.
“Dad?”
“Alice, it’s me. I… I don’t have much time.”
“Why are you calling now?”
“I need to explain… to ask something of you. But please, don’t tell your mother.” He revealed that my grandfather paid him to disappear because he thought Dad was a failure. “I took the money to secure your future.”
“Why didn’t you come back?”
“I couldn’t. But I watched from a distance, saw your graduation, your volleyball games.”
I felt my world tilt. “Why didn’t Mom tell me?”
“Maybe she thought she was protecting you.”
“What do you want now?”
“I need to see you, Alice. One last time before I go.”
I decided to go. At the hospital, he looked frail. “Alice,” he whispered.
“Why did you do it, Dad?”
“I thought it was the best way to secure a future for you. I wrote letters every year. They’re in a safety deposit box.”
After his death, I found the letters. They were filled with his regrets and love. I confronted Mom, who admitted she thought it was best for me too.
In the end, I used the money to start a scholarship fund in his name, honoring his memory and sacrifices.
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