But none of them could,” Mom explained.
“I’m so sorry, Mom!” I cried.
“It’s not your fault. You were a kid. I shouldn’t have given up, but I ran out of money.
No one wants to help a homeless woman. But all that matters is that we found each other,” she comforted me.
“Don’t worry. You won’t be homeless anymore,” I said.
I had saved for years to get away from my father and stepmother. They don’t rent to 17-year-olds, but my mother was an adult. We got a place together and started our lives again.
I got a job after graduation and started taking night courses, while my mother finally returned to her career which she had to give up when she got sick.
I also changed my last name to “Fraser,” my mother’s maiden name, to cut off anything related to my father.
He took me away from my mother for many years, so he had no right to call me son anymore.
What can we learn from this story?
The truth will come out. Some evil people get away with their plans, but more often than not, good prevails.
Blood doesn’t make you family. Josh’s father was obsessed with lineage, but in the end, his son changed his last name because he wasn’t family to him.
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It might brighten their day and inspire them.
