A woman who was kicked out by her rich father at sixteen for taking up with a poor man ends up living on the streets with her four children after her husband died.
Steve Walton was far from thrilled when his butler told him that Pastor Morris was waiting to see him. He was tired after a long flight from Singapore and in no mood for the man’s lectures or pleas for support for the community.
He had the pastor shown in and waved an impatient hand at his greeting. “Get on with it, man!” he snapped. “What is it that you want this time?”
“Mr. Walton, I saw Susan,” the pastor said quietly, and Steve’s heart nearly stopped. His only daughter had left his house nearly fifteen years before, never to be seen again…
“Susan?” Steve cried anxiously. “Where? When? How is she?”
“I was in Los Angeles, helping out a friend who has a mission among the homeless and that’s where I saw her,” the pastor said.
“She was a volunteer? Did you tell her I’ve been looking for her?” asked Steve.
“No,” Pastor Morris said gently. “She wasn’t a volunteer, Mr. Walton. She’s homeless. She and her children are living in a car.”
Steve found himself so dizzy he had to sit down. “Homeless? My Susan? Children?” he gasped.
“I’m afraid so,” the pastor said. “And she wouldn’t even listen to me when I told her to come home.”
“But why?” asked Steve angrily. “She’s not with that loser anymore, is she?”
“Her husband passed away three years ago, Mr. Walton,” the pastor explained. “And she told me she wouldn’t bring her children into a house where their father is despised.”
Steve Walton felt that old familiar wave of rage sweep through him. Fifteen years later, Susan was still defying him! He remembered the scene in his study, and Susan’s steady eyes looking into his as he ranted.
“Pregnant at sixteen, and by the GARDNER!” he’d screamed. “Well, we are going to have THAT taken care of, and HE’S fired! You will never see that man again!”
“THAT is my baby, daddy,” Susan had said in a tremulous voice. “And HE is the man I love. I’m going to marry him.”
“You marry that man and you’re on your own, Susan, do you hear?” Steve shouted furiously. “No more money, nothing! You marry him and you get out of my house!”
Susan had looked at him with tears in her eyes. “I love you, daddy,” she’d said. Then she turned around and walked away. Even though Steve had set detectives to find her, no one had been able to trace her.
“How many children?” he asked Pastor Morris.
“Four,” the pastor said. “Three girls and a boy. Beautiful children.”
Steve picked up his phone and spat out orders for his plane to be readied. “Pastor, would you come with me to Los Angeles, take me to my little girl?” he asked quietly.
The pastor nodded, and within two hours, the two men were on board Steve’s private jet winging their way south. There was a limo waiting for them, and the pastor directed them to a parking lot outside a large mall.
At the furthest end of the lot, a pickup truck was parked, with a tent set up at the back. Pastor Morris had told Steve that when Susan’s husband died in a work accident, the insurance company had refused to pay out and the bank foreclosed on the mortgage.
Susan had piled the children and their few belongings into the old pickup. She worked at the mall as a cleaner. She and the children used the mall’s facilities and bought whatever was leftover at the restaurants at the end of the night.
Still, she had managed to keep the four children fed, clean, and in school. As the two men approached the truck, they heard cheerful voices and laughter. Then two children tumbled out of the back.
The biggest girl, about fourteen, was laughing as she tickled a boy of about seven. The children stopped and gaped at Steve and Pastor Morris. “Mom!” the girl yelled. “That old preacher friend of yours is here!”
A well-remembered voice asked from inside the tent, “Preacher Morris?” Then Susan climbed out and Steve could see the shock in her face when she saw him standing next to the pastor.
“Daddy?” she asked, and her eyes filled with tears.
Steve was shocked. His daughter was barely thirty-one, but she looked much older. Her face was worn and lined with worry and suffering, her hands coarsened by hard work.
“Susan,” Steve cried. “Look at you! Look at what HE did to my princess! I wanted so much for you! And you married that loser! What could he give you? Poverty?”
Susan shook her head and said, “He loved me, daddy, and he gave me 4 beautiful children. He died, and I had nowhere to go, but I’ve done what I can for my children. I will always love the father of my children, daddy, just like I’ve always loved you.”
Steve found that he had tears running down his face. “Forgive me, Susan,” he sobbed. “Please forgive me. Come home, I want you all to come home with me. Let me help you take care of the children!”
Steve found himself holding his weeping daughter and knew that everything was going to be alright. Susan introduced him to his three granddaughters, then she placed her hand on the boy’s shoulder. “And this,” she smiled, “is little Stevie!”
“You named him after me?” Steve asked, astounded. “After what I did?”
“I love you, daddy,” she said softly. “Don’t you know that?”
That afternoon, they all flew home to Texas. It was the beginning of a better life for all of them.
What can we learn from this story?
Love and accept your children unconditionally. Steve was furious with Susan for loving a poor man and made the biggest mistake of his life by losing his daughter.
Don’t judge people for their wealth or influence. Steve hated his son-in-law because he was poor, but he was a loving husband to Susan and a dedicated dad.
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Son Is Ashamed of Poor Elderly Mom at Wedding until She Takes the Mic and Gives a Toast — Story of the Day
When Arnold sees his poor mother at his wedding, he becomes furious because he told her not to come. She hands him a gift and gives him a toast, and Arnold bursts into tears and drops to his knees the next minute.
“Ah, look, someone is leaving the café smiling. Just look at her blush!” Diana’s boss said as a wave of laughter rumbled across the eatery’s kitchen.
“We’ll be there, Miss Diana. What time is the wedding?” a co-worker asked as others flocked around Diana, who couldn’t stop blushing.
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“It’s at 11 a.m. this Sunday. I’ll be looking forward to seeing all of you at the church.”
The 60-year-old was a cleaner at the café. She had taken half a day off to buy the best wedding suit for her only son, Arnold. Diana spent a long-time shopping for the blue suit. It was pretty expensive, but she wasn’t bothered. “My boy should look his best!” she thought.
Diana had spent all her savings on buying her son’s suit, and she couldn’t wait to see his reaction when she surprised him at home…
“I can’t wait to see him get married!” Diana thought. She had been impatiently waiting for this moment ever since Arnold told her about his plans to marry his girlfriend, Masha.
“Son, look what I got for you!” Diana burst into their home, suit in hand and a beaming smile on her face. “I’m sure you’ll love this! Can you please try it on? The seller assured me I could still exchange it if there’s something wrong with the fit.”
Arnold walked away to throw his mother’s gift he thought was ‘garbage,’ but he was interrupted by her voice on the mic.
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She took out the suit from the garment bag and showed it to Arnold, who frowned. He was not pleased.
“I’m not wearing such an ordinary suit for my wedding. I’m marrying a rich man’s daughter and should look my best. I would look tacky in that cheap suit.”
Diana’s eyes started to fill with tears. She pretended she was okay, but her son’s words silenced her. She was disappointed, and her heart felt heavy.
But nothing crushed her more than when Arnold told her: “One more thing…I don’t want you to come to my wedding. Everyone from my fiancée’s wealthy family will be attending. I don’t want you to be there in your dirty clothes and spoil my image. Everyone will ask me what you do, and I don’t want to have to tell them you’re just a cleaner.”
Diana could no longer hold back her tears. She hurried to her room and locked herself away. She cried the rest of the day because she was terribly hurt. Arnold was too busy to check on her and left to attend to the wedding preparations. The celebration was in two days.
It was Sunday—Arnold’s much-awaited big day. And despite her son’s prohibitions, Diana wouldn’t miss such a beautiful moment. She pulled herself together and checked her wardrobe, picking the prettiest dress she had, then she got ready.
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“You are too young to understand this mother’s wish and pain. I cannot afford to miss your big day, son. I’m coming,” she said aloud as she stared at herself in the mirror.
Diana packed an old ceramic vase she intended to give as a gift to her son. When she arrived at the church, she saw her colleagues and boss were already there. She was happy and, for a moment, forgot Arnold had asked her not to attend his wedding.
“Howdy, Miss Diana! I’m sure you are the happiest mother on earth!” her boss commented.
Diana smiled and walked in with the heavy gift box. She watched the bride and groom exchange wedding rings and then kiss. Even if she wanted to, Diana could not stop her tears from flowing. She was delighted. “I’ve done it!” she said.
Following the wedding, a lavish reception took place. Several wealthy guests flocked to the venue to greet the newlyweds. Arnold saw his mom approaching and was shocked. He raised his eyebrows in disgust. “Why has she come? I told her not to spoil my day!” he thought.
“Congrats, darling! You two look amazing! Best wishes!” said Diana, handing the gift to her son.
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Arnold looked around and realized the moment was being photographed. He didn’t want to make a scene, so he shyly took the gift from his mother. He slightly tore open the box and saw the vase inside. “She gave me an old vase lying around in the house? How cheap?!” he groaned.
Arnold walked away to throw his mother’s gift he thought was ‘garbage,’ but he was interrupted by her voice on the mic. Arnold turned pale with shock. He had no idea that a twenty-five-year-old secret she’d been keeping from him would be unraveled that day.
“Twenty-five years ago, just minutes before my best friend died….” began Diana, who quickly looked up at the ceiling as tears started to gather in her eyes.
“She gave me an old vase and told me to give it to her son the day he gets married. It was a gift from her late parents, and she wanted her son to have it.”
Arnold did not understand what his mother was saying.
“After she died, I adopted her little son and raised him as my own. I never married anyone because I wanted to devote my time and love only to my child. Son, it’s time to check out what your late mother left you in that vase. Cheers!” Diana lifted a glass for a toast as a shocked Arnold inspected the vase.
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He was flabbergasted. Inside the old ceramic vase were wads of cash. Tears gushed from his eyes as he dropped to his knees.
Arnold realized the woman he was ashamed of was not his birth mother but the one who sacrificed her whole life to raise him. She was more than a mother to him. She was his savior and guardian angel who saved him after he was orphaned.
“I’ve kept my promise to my late friend. I’m happy for you, son. Take care, and God bless you!” Diana finished. She walked toward the entrance to leave, but Arnold couldn’t let her go like that. He raced after her and blocked her way.
“Mom, I’m sorry. Your love for me is priceless. I’m sorry for hurting you. I was never a good son, but you were always a good mother to me. Why didn’t you tell me I was an orphan? Please don’t leave me. I don’t want to become an orphan again.”
Diana hugged Arnold, and they returned to the stage, where the groom danced with his mother.
“I love you, mom!” he whispered, and Diana smiled, tears of joy gushing from her eyes.
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What can we learn from this story?
A mother will do anything for her child, even look past his faults to see him happy. Though her son forbade her from attending his wedding out of shame, Diana chose to ignore that because she wanted to witness her son’s big day and his happiness.
No amount of money can measure up to the love a mother has for her child. When Arnold learned Diana had raised him and given him a better life after his birth mother’s death, he regretted uninviting her to his wedding. No amount of wealth could measure up to Diana’s love for him.
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