For years, I thought I’d made peace with my past, but the look on my parents’ faces when they showed up at my door proved otherwise. After seventeen years, I thought they’d left me behind as a disappointment. Seeing their shock at my house last Friday, I knew things were about to get interesting.
Seventeen years ago, I told them I wouldn’t go to med school. My mother was horrified; my father dismissed my dreams of acting and business. Instead of supporting me, they cut me out and left me with nothing. I scraped by, building a modest business and a career in banking.
Now they were back in Sydney, struggling to buy a home in an inflated market. I suggested they see my place. They were speechless, shocked I owned it. But their admiration quickly turned to judgment, accusing me of hiding my success, even implying I was involved in shady dealings. Finally, my mother said, “We’ll stay with you. We can’t live in a worse place than our own son.”
I laughed. “You think you can just walk back into my life, judge me, and ask to live here?” My father threatened to cut me out of the will. I shrugged. “What will I do without an inheritance from people who can’t even afford to live here?”
My mother whispered, “We just wanted the best for you.” I replied, “No, you wanted what was best for you. I built my own legacy.”
As they left, my father warned, “You’re making a mistake.” I met his gaze, steady. “No. I already made peace with it.”
Young people make fun of a poor old lady on the bus until the voice of a homeless man interrupts them
There are some stories that captivate your attention… We cordially encourage you to read one more moving story.Mary, an elderly woman, finds it challenging to ascend the bus’s steps due to her weakened physical condition.Just when she was about to give up, she felt a solid hand catch her elbow and hold her up.However, her smile swiftly changed to shame when she turned to thank him.Timothy, a tall, thin man with an untidy appearance and appearance of homelessness, was the owner of the hand.Mary instinctively withdrew her arm and gave a stiff “thank you.”Timothy merely grinned pitifully.Rejection was nothing new to him; it was just part of who he was.
Mary’s occupation of two bus seats made him think of his own mother, who would have been embarrassed to see him in such a manner.Timothy took a seat by himself near the back of the bus.Closing his eyes, Timothy leaned back and considered his daughter Daisy.He kept thinking about how she continued to cling to him even after everything in their lives had crumbled.His wife Valery had been diagnosed with stage four cancer two years prior.Timothy was devastated when Valery passed away despite having spent all of her money on medical care.
Following Valery’s passing, Timothy’s world collapsed.Due to his frequent absences to take care of her, he lost his work, and in order to pay off the obligations, they had to sell their property.He moved into a ramshackle one-bedroom flat in a crumbling building with Daisy.Daisy’s circumstances were deemed inadequate by child welfare workers, who promptly took her away.Timothy’s only comfort now that he was homeless was a bus ticket to see his daughter at her house.
The loud, teasing voice of a teenager startled Timothy out of his reverie.”Driver, have a look at this!The boy pointed at Mary and mumbled, visibly inebriated, “This lady should pay for TWO tickets.”His friend interrupted, making fun of her for occupying two seats.With trembling hands, Mary gripped her handbag while the other passengers turned away, refusing to assist her.Mary was told to get out of her seat by the first teen, who gave her a punch to the chest.Mary calmly remarked, “Young man, there are plenty of other free seats,” despite her trepidation. The second teen, though, was not content.Approaching her with an alcoholic breath, he demanded that Mary vacate her seat.
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