Victoria’s children were too busy to call her most of the time, except for Christmas. But this year, her son discovered she was a cleaner at a store and stopped communicating with her altogether. Victoria thought she would have to spend the holidays alone until she heard a surprising knock on her door.
Victoria was holding a broom tightly in her hands, but she had stopped cleaning abruptly because of the man who walked into the furniture store where she worked. It was her son, Matthew, staring at her with intense wide eyes and a shocked expression. Victoria smiled and started walking towards him, but he turned around and ran out of the store.
She was surprised by his reaction. Matthew had always been a mama’s boy. But things always change as children get older, Victoria thought. She resolved to talk to him later and continued her job.
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When her husband died ten years ago, her children, Matthew and Marina, suggested selling their big house and getting her a tiny apartment, which would be easier to maintain. They wanted to use the rest of the money to start their respective businesses.
Eventually, their endeavors took off, and they got so busy they could barely contact their mother every once in a while. But the holidays were coming up, and sadly, Victoria realized that her retirement money was not enough for her to live, much less buy presents for her children and grandchildren.
So, at 65 years old, she started working as a cleaner at a furniture store at the mall. The work was not that hard, and she was still young enough to do it. With her job, she had enough money to pay her bills and had even bought all kinds of presents for everyone. However, she had not told her kids about it, afraid of how they might react.
It seemed like keeping quiet was the best option, especially after seeing how Matthew seemed embarrassed seeing her. Still, she called him to explain everything.
“I’m sorry, mother. I’m busy right now. Can I call you later?” Matthew said that night when Victoria called to explain. She worried and bit her bottom lip with her teeth.
“But, honey. About today—” she replied.
“Bye, mother,” her son said more forcefully, and the line went dead.
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She couldn’t figure out what was going on. Matthew’s reaction seemed like an exaggeration. Being a cleaner was nothing to be ashamed of, it’s honest work. Therefore, Victoria decided to call her daughter and see if she knew why her son was acting so weird.
“Mom, I’m busy. I’ll call you later,” Marina said as soon as she picked up Victoria’s call. The older woman couldn’t even get a word in.
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll see them at Christmas and explain everything,” she said to herself and continued with her night.
Unfortunately, none of them had called her to settle things for the holiday. They always celebrated at one of their houses, but Victoria had no idea which of her kids was hosting the celebration this year. They hadn’t called back as they promised either, and she was starting to worry.
Two days before Christmas, she sat down with her neighbor, Lorena Atkinson, and unloaded all her worries. “I’m sure they’ll call soon enough, Vickie,” her friend said after hearing the entire story. The two sat in Victoria’s living room, eating cookies and sipping coffee.
“I don’t know. They’ve never acted this way. They are not answering my calls anymore. I don’t understand why. I’m not doing anything wrong. What if they don’t invite me for Christmas? What will I do?” Victoria asked, holding her cup a little tighter as the anxious thoughts took hold.
“Don’t worry. If they don’t invite you, you’ll come to my house. But I honestly don’t get it either. There’s nothing wrong with your job,” Lorena added, popping a cookie in her mouth.
Lorena, who was around the same age as Victoria, lived in the penthouse of Victoria’s apartment building. Her whole family gathered in her home because it had so much room, so Christmas at her house would be fun.
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But Victoria wanted to spend the holidays with her family. This situation was so hard. Why are they acting this way? Why are they icing me out? she worried, despite Lorena’s kind words.
The two women finished their coffee, and Lorena left, promising that everything would be alright and giving her friend a warm hug. Sadly, Christmas morning came, and there was still no call from Marina or Matthew. Victoria cried that entire morning. She looked at the presents under her tree and grew sad as she went to cook her breakfast.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. It’s probably Lorena. I guess I’ll have to accept her invitation to Christmas dinner, Victoria thought gloomily, walking towards her door.
“Surprise!” her kids and grandkids yelled at the door. Victoria clutched her chest, startled, but smiled immediately. “What? What are you doing here?”
“We’re here to see you, Grandma! This year, we’re spending the whole Christmas day here!” Marina’s daughter, Elizabeth, yelled in excitement, walking in with a huge gift box. She was ten years old and the oldest of her grandchildren. The other four ranged between nine to five years old, and they all rushed into the apartment, going directly for the presents under her tree.
“Everyone, calm down. Let’s get settled first, and Grandma will give you your gifts,” Marina called to all the children and then focused on her mother. “Mom, hey. Sorry, we didn’t call earlier. But this was sort of unplanned.”
“Oh, don’t worry. Come in. Come in!” Victoria replied, using her hands to urge the adults inside. Marina’s husband entered behind her, and then Matthew’s wife came in, giving her a big hug.
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Matthew came in last and made eye contact with his mother. Victoria looked up at her son, and tears almost welled in her eyes. Then he pulled her in for another big hug and held on for a long time.
“I’m so sorry, Mom. I… I don’t know what came over me when I saw you at that store,” he said, not letting go of his mother.
Victoria was all too happy to keep holding her son. “Were you ashamed of me?” “At first, I thought it was that. I couldn’t believe my mother was a cleaning lady. But then, after I received that call from your neighbor, I realized that I was more embarrassed with myself,” Matthew answered.
“What? My neighbor?” Victoria asked, pulling a bit away to look into her son’s eyes. “Yes, Mrs. Atkinson. She said she lives in this building. We met when you moved, and I gave her my contact information in case of emergencies,” Matthew replied.
“Anyway, she called and chewed me out for not inviting you to Christmas and for not answering your calls. Then she said I should be ashamed of myself for having a successful business and making you work hard just to live. That’s when it clicked.” “What clicked?” Victoria asked.
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“I was ashamed that I never paid you back for the money from your house. I mean, you gave it to us so easily and never asked for anything. And while we now have money, an expensive car, and remodeled our house, you were struggling to pay your bills. I felt like a failure, and I couldn’t deal with it. I thought I was angry at you, but it was quite the opposite,” Matthew explained, finally letting go.
Just then, Victoria felt a hand on her back. It was Marina. “I thought I was angry at you too. For not telling us you needed money. For not telling us you were cleaning a store. But I was mad at myself. You shouldn’t have to work when the money you gave us is more than enough to keep you comfortable for the rest of your life. I can’t believe we never thought about paying you back before.”
“You don’t have to. It’s ok,” Victoria began, but Marina interrupted her gently. “We have to pay you back, especially after that chewing out from Mrs. Atkinson. She called me too. She said you worked so hard so our kids could have presents from their grandmother, and so we wouldn’t have to worry about you,” Marina continued.
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Victoria smiled and made a mental note to thank Lorena for doing that. “Let’s forget about it for now, ok?” she appeased her children and turned to look at her grandkids. “It’s time for everyone to open presents!”
They spent the best Christmas as a family. It was one Victoria would never forget. Marina and Matthew eventually paid their mother back, and they started depositing more money in her account just in case.
But Victoria didn’t quit her job. She liked it. Chatting with her coworkers was fun. She officially retired at 70 years old with a pretty decent amount of money in the bank.
And her children never forgot to invite her and always answered her calls.
What can we learn from this story?
- Honest work is nothing to be ashamed of. No one should be embarrassed by their job. Working hard to earn a living is all that matters.
- Don’t forget the sacrifices your parents made for you. Marina and Matthew forgot about the money their mother gave them to start their companies. But they remembered after being scolded and made amends.
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MOM PUSHES DAUGHTER TO LEAVE HOME FOR FAVORING SON – WHAT HAPPENS NEXT WILL SHOCK YOU
John and Mary were a conservative couple who strongly believed that boys were more important than girls. They had two kids—Junior, their son, and Lydia, their daughter. From the start, they treated Junior as the favorite, giving him more attention and love while ignoring Lydia.
Everyone in their neighborhood knew about John and Mary’s old-fashioned views. They openly favored Junior, thinking that as the son, he deserved everything. Lydia, on the other hand, was often overlooked and made to feel unimportant.
As Lydia grew older, she became tired of being treated this way. Eventually, she decided to leave home to live her own life, away from her parents’ favoritism.
Meanwhile, Junior grew up spoiled and entitled. Since he had always been given whatever he wanted, he didn’t learn responsibility or respect. Over time, he became a burden to John and Mary. He was always in trouble, making their lives difficult.
In the end, the couple realized their mistake. They had pushed away their daughter, who could have brought joy to their lives, and now, they were stuck dealing with the consequences of spoiling their son. Karma had finally caught up to them.
Lydia often felt like she was invisible to her parents, only noticed when chores needed to be done. While Junior was showered with love, gifts, and attention, Lydia’s needs were often dismissed. One day, she approached her mother with a simple request.
“Mom, my last pair of good pants just got ripped,” Lydia said hesitantly. “Can I have some money to buy a new pair?”
Her mother barely looked up. “No, you can’t,” she replied curtly. “We just bought your brother a new PlayStation console, and it wasn’t cheap. You’ll have to make do with what you have for now.”
Lydia stood there in silence, hurt and frustrated. This wasn’t the first time her needs were pushed aside for Junior’s luxuries, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last. While her brother received expensive gifts, she couldn’t even get a basic necessity like clothes. It was clear to Lydia that, in her parents’ eyes, her brother’s happiness mattered more than hers.
As Lydia grew older, her situation only worsened. That same day, her mother handed her a pair of scissors and instructed her to cut off her pants at the knees to hide the tear. “There,” her mother said, satisfied with the quick fix. “Now no one will know.”
This moment was just another reminder of how little her needs mattered in the household. Over time, her brother Junior received even more attention, privileges, and gifts, while Lydia was still expected to do all the chores around the house. She became the family’s housemaid, responsible for cleaning up after everyone and ensuring things ran smoothly.
Junior noticed how much power he had over their parents and quickly began to take advantage of it. He would order Lydia around, treating her like a servant. And when Lydia stood up for herself or got into an argument with him, their parents always took Junior’s side. They punished her to keep him happy, even if he was at fault.
Lydia felt trapped. She was constantly pushed aside and disrespected, but no one seemed to care. All she could do was endure, hoping for a day when things might change.
The tension between Lydia and Junior grew worse as time passed. One day, in a heated argument, Junior let slip the cruelest words Lydia had ever heard from him.
“I hate you, Lydia! It would’ve been better if I were the only child. Then Mom and Dad wouldn’t have to waste time on you!”
Lydia was hurt but refused to back down. “I wish that too, Junior! Then maybe you’d have to clean up your own mess instead of bossing me around, or better yet, let Mom and Dad do it for you!”
Her sharp reply only made Junior angrier. He stormed off, filled with even more resentment. Lydia knew that standing up for herself would always make things harder at home, but she refused to let her brother crush her spirit.
The only time she truly felt peace was during the summers when she stayed with her grandfather. Those visits were her escape from the constant fighting and unfair treatment. Her grandfather treated her with love and respect, giving her the care her parents never did. It was her only reprieve in a world where she felt invisible.
Lydia’s parents barely reacted to her decision to stay longer with her granddad. “Alright, if that’s what you want,” her dad said indifferently. It was clear they were more focused on Junior’s needs and activities, and Lydia staying away seemed to be one less thing for them to worry about.
At her grandfather’s house, Lydia found a new sense of peace and freedom. Her granddad adored her and gave her the love and attention she had always craved. He took her shopping, and for the first time in a long time, Lydia had new clothes that made her feel good about herself. It was a small but powerful gesture that showed her how much her granddad truly cared.
As the days passed, Lydia became more sure of her decision. Life with her grandfather was so much better than the life she had left behind. The thought of returning home to serve her brother and be ignored by her parents no longer appealed to her.
One day, while chatting with her granddad, Lydia made a bold choice. “Grandpa, I don’t want to go back home. I want to stay here with you.”
Her grandfather smiled warmly. “You’re always welcome here, Lydia. This is your home now if you want it to be.”
With that, Lydia finally felt the love and stability she had been missing for so long. She no longer felt like the forgotten child, and for the first time, she felt truly free.
Lydia had hoped her parents would miss her, or at least show some concern, but their enthusiasm for her staying away hurt more than she expected. Their quick agreement, especially her father’s eagerness to send over her things, made it clear how little they valued her presence.
Despite the pain, Lydia chose to focus on the positive aspects of living with her granddad. She thrived under his care, enjoying the freedom to be herself and the love he showered on her. Over time, she stopped waiting for her parents to call. When they did, the conversations were short and felt distant, more like formalities than genuine check-ins.
Their calls, once frequent, eventually dropped to just two per month. Lydia accepted the reality — her parents had always favored her brother, and that wasn’t going to change. But in her grandfather, she found the family she had always deserved, and for the first time, she felt at peace with her new life.
Lydia was heartbroken once again. Her parents had always put Junior first, and now they were denying her a place to stay because they believed in his future as a musician. “So, where am I supposed to go?” she asked, holding back tears.
“Maybe you can stay with your grandpa for a while,” her mother suggested casually. “He’s always been good to you.”
Lydia realized then that no matter how hard she tried, her parents would never prioritize her. It had always been about Junior, and it wasn’t going to change. She hung up the phone, feeling more alone than ever.
Fortunately, her grandfather welcomed her with open arms, just as he always had. He provided her with a place to stay and encouraged her to keep going. “You don’t need them, Lydia. You’ve always been strong, and you’ll make your own way in life,” he told her.
Lydia decided to focus on building her career and future, knowing that her worth wasn’t tied to her parents’ approval. Meanwhile, Junior continued to chase his dreams, with his parents backing him at every step. But fate had other plans for him.
Lydia could sense their sudden change in tone. After years of neglect, her parents were now reaching out—but only because they had heard about the inheritance.
“I’m fine, Dad,” Lydia responded, keeping her emotions in check.
“We heard about your grandpa’s passing, and we’re so sorry we couldn’t make it to the funeral,” her father said. “It must have been a tough time for you. Anyway, we also heard about the inheritance… and we were thinking it would be great if you could share some of that with your family, especially Junior. You know how much potential he has.”
Her mother chimed in, “It would really help him launch his music career. We all made sacrifices for him, Lydia, and this could be your way of helping him succeed.”
Lydia couldn’t believe what she was hearing. After all the years of neglect, they still saw her only as a way to support Junior. But this time, things were different. Lydia had finally learned to value herself, thanks to her grandfather’s love and support.
“I’m sorry, but I won’t be giving any of the money to Junior,” Lydia said firmly. “Grandpa left it to me because he believed in me, not because he wanted me to fund someone else’s dreams. I’m going to use it to build my own life.”
Her parents were taken aback. “Lydia, don’t be selfish,” her mother snapped. “Family helps family.”
Lydia took a deep breath. “Family should support each other, but you never supported me. I’ve spent enough time being ignored and overlooked. Now, it’s my turn to live for myself.”
With that, Lydia hung up, feeling a new sense of freedom. She knew she didn’t need her parents’ approval anymore. She had everything she needed to build a future on her own terms, and she knew her grandpa would be proud.
Lydia was stunned by her mother’s bluntness. After years of being overlooked and neglected, her family’s priorities were clearer than ever. They had never really cared about her—they only saw her as someone to help Junior.
“That’s why you called?” Lydia asked, her voice heavy with disbelief.
“Of course, why else would we call? You’re obviously doing fine,” her mother responded, completely unfazed.
In that moment, Lydia realized that she had been holding on to the hope that her parents would eventually see her worth. But now, it was clear they never would. They only cared about Junior’s success, not her well-being.
“No, Mom,” Lydia said firmly. “I won’t be sending any money. This is the last time you’ll treat me like this.”
Her mother huffed, “Lydia, don’t be ridiculous. Family helps each other.”
“Family *should* help each other,” Lydia replied. “But you’ve only ever helped Junior. I’m done being ignored.”
With that, Lydia hung up the phone and made the decision to cut ties with her family. She moved on with her life, determined to build her future on her own terms, free from the toxic expectations that had weighed her down for so long. It was a difficult choice, but it was the only way she could truly live for herself.
Years after severing ties with her family, Lydia received a surprising call from her parents. They wanted to apologize for the way they had treated her, but Lydia was wary. She suspected there was more to their message.
“Why have you really reached out to me?” Lydia asked, her voice calm but firm.
Her mother’s voice trembled with desperation. “Your brother stole a huge amount of money from the family safe and has disappeared. We are penniless and we need your help!”
Lydia felt a mix of emotions—anger, sadness, and a touch of sympathy. Despite the pain and resentment she had felt over the years, she chose to extend a gesture of forgiveness.
“I’ll send you some money to help you get back on your feet,” Lydia said. “But I need you to understand this: I’m not coming to your aid again. You need to learn from this. I forgive you, but I won’t forget how you treated me.”
Her parents thanked her profusely, but Lydia knew the forgiveness was as much for her own peace of mind as it was for them. She hoped this would be a lesson for them, and she moved forward, determined to maintain her boundaries while continuing to build a life she was proud of.
Never play favorites with your children. John and Mary chose to favor their son, Junior, while neglecting their daughter, Lydia. This favoritism led to Junior becoming spoiled and selfish, eventually causing his parents a great deal of pain.
Forgiveness isn’t easy, but it’s important. Lydia could have left her parents struggling for all the years they ignored her, but she chose to forgive them and help them financially. By taking the higher road, she maintained her own peace of mind and gave her parents a chance to realize their mistakes. Forgiveness can make a big difference.
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