I spent years of my life wanting to take revenge on my father because he abandoned me when I needed him the most. When life gave me the chance to do it, I thought twice.
One day I opened the door and I saw someone I didn’t expect. It was my dad. I hadn’t seen him for ages. In fact, I didn’t want to.
“Hi, son. I’m sorry to come like this. I tried to call you but you didn’t answer your phone,” he told me.
“Yeah, what do you want?”
“I was wondering if maybe I could stay with you… I don’t have a place right now, so…”
I found my dad sleeping on the streets. | Source: Pexel
“You can stay. But you have to pay rent.”
“But I don’t have any money at all… and you’re the only person who can help me.”
“I don’t care,” I said, feeling my heart tighten. “You can live on the street. I wish God had taken you instead of mom!”
I slammed the door and my wife was just behind me. She was pissed with what just happened but she had no idea what I went through with this man. She pushed me to tell her, so I did.
It all started when I turned 18. My mom had passed away 2 years before that, so I think my dad was still adapting to taking both roles. He prepared a surprise birthday party and everything. After we celebrated, he asked me what I was planning to do with my living situation and I was like, what the heck?
He told me I was an adult and if I wanted to stay with him in the house, I needed to pay some kind of rent. I was so angry. Pay rent? To my own father?! What’s wrong with him?
My dad prepared a surprise birthday party for me. | Source: Pexel
He continued with his argument saying that was normal and I had to grow up. When I told him I’d rather live in a dorm in college than pay him rent, he said he couldn’t afford college and I had to pay for it myself. That I should either get a job or a loan.
“I felt betrayed, Julie. I didn’t expect that. That’s why I left,” I told my wife.
Julie said my father reached out to her a few days earlier and that she gave him our address. That’s right, she didn’t tell me anything either…
I got into an argument with my wife because of my dad. | Source: Pexel
And then, she suggested I forgive my father. “It’s been years,” she said.
But no. I wasn’t ready. I didn’t want to forgive him. He was the one who threw me out like some kind of stray dog. “No, Julie, I work 24/7 to at least, eat normally. And he? He just abandoned me! No forgiveness!” I told her.
“Come on, honey, he’s your father!”
“So what? You don’t know! You don’t understand… Only my mom truly loved me. And she would have never allowed him to kick me out of my own house and…”
In the heat of our fight, I stepped out and went for a walk. | Source: Pexel
“Nick,” Julie interrupted me, “do you know your father’s side of the story? I mean you lost your mom but he lost his wife… Have you thought about how this affected him as well?”
“You know what? THAT’S ENOUGH!” I shouted, “I don’t want to hear it!! I’m done…”
Julie almost burst into tears. We barely fought and I knew she was trying to help me. I decided to get some fresh air and went for a walk.
I saw a man sleeping on a bench and I recognized him. | Source: Pexel
When I passed by some benches, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I spotted a man sleeping on one but I thought it was a hobo. But I looked a second time and I knew I knew him from somewhere… it was my dad!
“Dad, wake up! Are you OK?”
He woke up straight away, “Nick, is that you?!”
“Yes, dad, I’m really sorry! I just…”
“I just wanted you to do good in life and…”
“Shh, easy dad, that’s okay, that’s okay.”
He burst into tears. “I thought if you had to pay rent then maybe… maybe you would move on. I wanted to help you, son. You were just sitting on the couch. You weren’t doing anything.” He continued, visibly emotional, “I wanted to motivate you to get a job and live your life.”
My dad got emotional when I found him. | Source: Pexel
“I know I couldn’t pay for your college because I invested the money into my business and… I was gonna give the business to you. But I lost everything, Nick.”
I finally understood what Julie meant. His part of the story. Everything he did was with good intentions. So I couldn’t leave him like that. I knew I was the only person he had left.
“No, dad,” I replied. “If it wasn’t for you, I would have stayed on the couch and achieved nothing. You pushed me for good and I needed to get out of my comfort zone.”
“Yes, that’s what I wanted, Nick.”
“I know, dad. But I didn’t see it that way. I thought you betrayed me. But because you did what you did, now I have a great job and a beloved family. And that’s all thanks to you!”
He was so happy when we decided to forgive each other. | Source: Pexel
“I know I did a lot of things… I know I hurt you, son. Can you forgive me?”
“No, it’s you who should forgive me, dad!” Suddenly, I felt something shifting inside of me. I had been practicing meditation a lot and one of them was about forgiveness. I could never truly forgive my father before, but that day, I did it. Finally.
I started to practice meditation to forgive my father. | Source: Pexel
“I’ve held this anger for so many years… And I’ve tried different things to get rid of it. But now I understand… I was wrong.” I stood up and took him by the hand. “Let’s go home, dad. We have a lot to talk about…”
“Thank you, son. I love you! I’ve always loved you!”
“You’ll be a grandfather!”
“Wait, what? Is Julie pregnant?!”
My dad would soon become a grandfather. | Source: Unsplash
What can we learn from this story?
- We should always appreciate our parents. We are all humans and we make mistakes. We never know what kind of sacrifices they went through for us.
- Forgiveness can set one free. Nick was holding grudges against his father for so many years and he felt free when he forgave the man.
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Greedy Heirs Tried to Earn Favor with Grandpa to Inherit More, Their Jaws Dropped When the Lawyer Read the Will
“You always have room for one more,” his late wife would say with a gentle smile. Mr. Lewis believed in giving back and creating a life of meaning through acts of kindness.
But in his later years, the family that had once filled his home with joy grew distant. His children rarely visited, except when they needed something.
“Dad, it’s tough out there. Just need a little help,” his eldest son, Richard, would say, barely making eye contact before asking for money.
Olivia, his daughter, was no different. “Dad, the kids’ school fees are outrageous. Could you—” she’d start, and before long, he’d be reaching for his checkbook.
Even his grandchildren only came around during holidays, eyeing his home and wealth more than they ever looked at him.
When Mr. Lewis received his terminal diagnosis, he called his family to share the news. Within hours, they flocked to his mansion, putting on their best performances as the “devoted” children and grandchildren.
“We’re here for you now, Dad,” Richard said, patting his father on the shoulder with forced affection.
“We’ve got you, Grandpa,” echoed his teenage granddaughter, Willow, her eyes barely leaving her phone as she spoke.
For weeks, they hovered around him, offering tea they hadn’t brewed themselves and empty words they didn’t mean. Mr. Lewis saw through it all. They weren’t there out of love—they were there for the money. He was no fool, and though his heart ached, he knew exactly what was happening.
When Mr. Lewis finally passed away peacefully in his sleep, the family immediately shifted their focus to the inheritance. The day of the will reading, they packed into the lawyer’s office, eager to claim their share.
“I bet Dad left the most to me,” Olivia whispered smugly.
“Please,” Richard scoffed. “I’m the one with the business sense.”
But the bickering ceased when Mr. Alaric, the family lawyer, entered the room—accompanied by a quiet, 13-year-old girl none of them recognized.
“Who’s the kid?” Richard blurted out, his confidence fading.
“This,” Mr. Alaric announced, “is Harper. She’s here for the reading of the will.”
Confusion rippled through the room as the family exchanged puzzled looks. The lawyer’s next words left them speechless.
“Harper is the sole heir to Mr. Lewis’ entire estate.”
The room erupted into chaos. “What are you talking about?!” Richard shouted. “She’s just a kid! Dad would never do that.”
Olivia’s voice rose in disbelief. “This is absurd! We’re his family—his blood!”
Mr. Alaric raised his hand for silence. “I know this is a shock, but Mr. Lewis left a letter explaining his decision. Allow me to read it.”
The room fell silent, thick with tension, as the lawyer began.
Dear Family, the letter began, I know you’re probably confused, maybe even angry. But please hear me out. Over the past few years, Harper has been my greatest source of joy. She’s the little girl who lived next door. Long before any of you noticed, Harper saw that I wasn’t well. She’d see me struggling to get the mail or sitting alone on the porch.
Harper shifted uncomfortably as all eyes turned toward her, but she stayed quiet, her hands clasped.
Harper visited me every day. Not for money, not for favors. She came to share stories, play cards, or just sit with me. She made me feel less alone. In the years when I needed family the most, Harper was there.
Richard rolled his eyes. “We were busy living our lives, Dad. You should’ve told us you were lonely.”
Ignoring the interruption, Mr. Alaric continued reading.
What you don’t know is that Harper has her own battles to fight. A few months ago, she was diagnosed with a terminal illness—one no child should ever have to face. Despite her struggles, she’s remained a light in my life. She deserves the chance to live her dreams, no matter how short her time may be.
A stunned silence fell over the room as Mr. Lewis’ children absorbed the revelation. Even Olivia, who had been fuming moments earlier, sat quietly, tears welling in her eyes.
By the time you hear this, I’ll be gone. Harper may only have a year or two left, but I’ve made sure she has everything she needs to live those years to the fullest. Instead of fighting over my money, I hope you’ll support her in the way she supported me. Harper showed me love when none of you did. Remember: love is the greatest inheritance.
Mr. Alaric folded the letter, leaving the room heavy with the weight of Mr. Lewis’ words.
Harper stepped forward, her voice small but steady. “Mr. Lewis was my friend. I never wanted his money, just his stories and time.”
Richard cleared his throat, ashamed. “Harper, I’m sorry. We didn’t know…”
“I’m going to use the money to travel with my parents, eat ice cream for breakfast, and live as much as I can,” Harper said. “When I’m gone, the rest will go to other kids who are fighting like me.”
Tears streamed down Olivia’s face. “You’re so brave, Harper. I hope you get to do everything you dream of.”
Over the following months, Harper did just that. She visited the Eiffel Tower, dipped her toes in the ocean, and filled her days with laughter and love. When her time came, she passed away peacefully, surrounded by those she loved.
True to her wishes, the remainder of Mr. Lewis’ fortune was donated to charities that supported children with terminal illnesses, funding research and helping families in need.
Harper’s legacy became a symbol of the power of kindness and the impact of genuine connection. And for Mr. Lewis’ family, the lesson was clear: wealth isn’t measured by money, but by love. Harper had taught them all the true value of life.
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