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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For illustration purposes only | Source: Flickr/claytron (CC BY-SA 2.0)

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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During the Divorce My Husband Gave My Fur Baby to an Animal Shelter, Unaware It Would Leave Him Penniless

When my husband dumped my golden retriever, Bailey, at a shelter during our divorce, I was devastated. Little did he know, that cruel act would cost him dearly and unravel his carefully-hidden secrets.

Bailey wasn’t just a dog. She was my family, my lifeline through the storm of my marriage’s collapse. And when Adam tried to take her from me, he unleashed a chain of events he could never have seen coming.

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A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney

Marriage is supposed to be a partnership, a bond where both people lift each other up. But with Adam, it felt like I was carrying the weight of two people. And his greed made it heavier every day.

When we first met, Adam was everything I thought I wanted. He was charming, thoughtful, and attentive. He even acted like he loved my dog, Bailey.

But once we were married, the cracks began to show.

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A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

At first, they were small things like refusing to pitch in for groceries, brushing off household chores, and grumbling about expenses for Bailey’s vet bills. But as time went on, his true nature revealed itself.

He was more interested in hoarding money than building a life together.

“Adam, Bailey needs her vaccinations,” I said one evening, holding a bill from the vet.

“Do we really need to spend so much on a dog?” he replied, barely looking up from his laptop.

“She’s not just a dog,” I shot back. “She’s family.”

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A close-up shot of a dog | Source: Pexels

“She’s your dog, Eliza,” he shrugged. “Not mine!”

That was Adam. Generous with words when he wanted something, but stingy with anything that required real effort.

When I filed for divorce, I thought I’d finally be free of his manipulative ways. But Adam wasn’t done being vindictive.

During the proceedings, he kicked me out of the house. The same place I’d helped maintain for years. And he even refused to let me take Bailey.

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A man standing outside his house | Source: Midjourney

“PLEASE, GIVE ME BACK MY DOG!” I pleaded. “SHE’S MINE! SHE’S MY FAMILY!”

“I don’t care,” he said.

“You can’t keep her,” I cried. “She’s been with me since before we got married! This isn’t fair!”

“Too bad,” he said coldly. “She’s on my property now.”

I begged him to reconsider, but his heart was as cold as stone.

I couldn’t believe this was the same man who’d helped me take Bailey to the vet when I found her on the street. I remember everything about that night very well.

The night that changed my life and introduced me to Adam.

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View from inside a car on a rainy night | Source: Pexels

The rain poured in sheets, soaking everything in sight as I hurried through the park on my way home. Then I heard it: a faint whimper.

I stopped, squinting through the downpour, and saw a small, trembling figure under a bench.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, crouching down.

A tiny golden retriever puppy, drenched and shivering, stared up at me with pleading eyes.

“Hey, sweetheart,” I murmured, gently scooping her up.

Her body was cold and frail, and my heart broke for her. I didn’t know what to do. I stood there in the rain with no idea how to help her.

That’s when Adam appeared.

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A man standing in the rain | Source: Midjourney

“Need some help?” a voice called out, startling me.

I turned to see a man jogging toward me, holding an umbrella. His hair was plastered to his forehead from the rain, but he smiled warmly, his gaze flicking to the puppy in my arms.

“She’s freezing,” I said, my voice shaky. “I don’t know where to take her.”

Adam didn’t hesitate. “Come on, let’s get her to a vet. My car’s just over there.”

I hesitated for a moment, but the urgency of the situation and his kind demeanor convinced me.

“Okay,” I whispered. “Thank you.”

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A woman standing in the rain | Source: Midjourney

He held the umbrella over us as we ran to his car, where I carefully settled the puppy on my lap.

During the drive, Adam chatted to calm my nerves, asking about the puppy and where I’d found her.

At the vet clinic, we worked together to get Bailey the care she needed. The vet examined her and gave her some warm blankets.

“She’s malnourished, but nothing a bit of love and care won’t fix,” the vet reassured us.

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A puppy | Source: Pexels

Adam turned to me with a grin. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a new friend.”

I smiled back, relieved. “I think you’re right.”

After the visit, Adam drove me home. As we pulled up to my apartment, he turned to me and said, “If you need anything for her like supplies, advice, or anything else… just give me a call, okay?”

He handed me his number, and I thanked him for his help.

Over the next few weeks, Adam and I stayed in touch.

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A woman using her phone | Source: Pexels

He checked in on Bailey, offering tips on puppy care and even stopping by to drop off supplies. It didn’t take long for our friendship to grow into something more.

When we started dating, he made it clear he adored Bailey. Or at least that’s what I thought.

He played fetch with her, snapped photos, and even talked about how much fun it would be to have a family someday. I was smitten, both with him and the idea of building a life together.

We got married the following year.

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A couple holding hands on their big day | Source: Pexels

I moved into his house with Bailey, thinking I’d found my happily ever after. At first, everything seemed perfect. But as the months passed, I started noticing cracks in Adam’s charming facade.

With time, I realized he was not the man he’d pretended to be.

It’s not like I didn’t try to save our marriage. I did. I confronted him so many times, and he’d make empty promises to change, but nothing ever improved.

By the time I filed for divorce, I was emotionally drained. Leaving felt like my only option.

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A woman standing with her hand on her head | Source: Pexels

And then he kicked me out, refusing to give Bailey back to me. What I didn’t know was that he’d already decided to get rid of her.

He took Bailey to a shelter and dropped her there. I couldn’t believe it when he told me that.

“How could you do this?” I yelled at him over the phone. “Are you being for real, Adam?”

He just laughed and hung up, unaware of how he’d soon regret his decision.

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A man holding his phone | Source: Pexels

Over the next few days, I couldn’t stop picturing her curled up in a corner, wondering why I wasn’t there. I made it my mission to find my little girl, no matter what I had to go through.

I scoured every animal shelter within a hundred miles, calling, emailing, and visiting in person, armed with pictures of her sweet golden face.

Each day without her felt like another layer of heartbreak, but I refused to give up. When it became clear that the search was beyond my reach, I hired a private investigator, John.

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A man taking notes | Source: Pexels

“Lost pets aren’t my usual line of work,” he said when we first met. “But I’ve got a soft spot for dogs. I’ll find her for you.”

Weeks stretched into what felt like an eternity. I tried to stay hopeful, but each passing day without news felt heavier than the last. Then, one day, my phone rang.

“Ma’am,” John said, “I found your dog!”

My breath caught. “You… you found her? Where is she?”

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“She’s safe, but that’s not all,” he continued. “There are some facts that will help you win this divorce and leave your husband with nothing. Listen to me carefully.”

I gripped the phone tightly, my heart racing.

He outlined his plan to help me get Bailey back and hinted at something much bigger brewing beneath the surface. But for now, his focus was on reuniting me with my fur baby.

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A dog sitting near water | Source: Pexels

“The shelter’s an hour away,” he said. “They have her on record, but she’s been adopted. You’ll need to talk to them to get the details on the new owners.”

I didn’t waste a second. Grabbing my keys, I drove straight to the shelter, hope and anxiety swirling inside me.

When I arrived, the woman at the front desk handed me a file. Inside was a photo of Bailey, her soulful eyes staring back at me.

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A woman looking at a photo | Source: Midjourney

“She was adopted last week by a couple,” the woman explained. “We can’t give you their address, but we can pass along a message if you’d like.”

“Please,” I said, my voice trembling. “Tell them I’d like to meet and explain everything.”

A few days later, I got a call from the couple. They agreed to meet me at a coffee shop, and when I arrived, my nerves were in overdrive.

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A cup of coffee on a table | Source: Pexels

Sitting across from them, I poured out my story, my voice breaking as I recounted how Bailey had come into my life and how much she meant to me.

“She’s not just a dog,” I said, tears pooling in my eyes. “She’s my family.”

The couple listened intently, glancing at each other with knowing looks. Finally, the woman reached across the table and touched my hand.

“We can see how much you love her,” she said softly. “And as much as we’ve grown attached to her, we know she belongs with you.”

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A woman talking to another woman in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

I was speechless. Gratitude and relief washed over me as they handed over Bailey’s leash and paperwork.

When I reunited with Bailey, her tail wagged furiously, and she barked as if to say, “What took you so long?”

I hugged her tightly, promising her that she’d never feel abandoned again.

But the surprises didn’t stop there.

During my phone call with John, he told me he’d uncovered a gold mine of deceit after digging into Adam’s finances.

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A stack of coins | Source: Pexels

Turns out, Adam had been hiding assets during the divorce, including a luxury home he’d purchased under his mother’s name to keep it off the marital records.

I hired an accountant to review his financials, and the findings were damning. The down payment for the house came from our joint marital account, and the mortgage was being paid from our marital funds.

When we submitted all the documents and facts to the court, my husband called. “JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! Let me live my life!” he spat. But I didn’t listen to him. I just told him that I had turned on the voice recorder on my phone and he hung up.

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A woman standing in a court | Source: Midjourney

The judge didn’t take kindly to his attempts at deception. He was penalized heavily, and I was awarded a significant portion of the house’s value.

Guess what did I do with the settlement? I bought a cozy little house with a big yard for Bailey.

She now spends her days chasing squirrels and rolling in the grass, while I just look at her with pride and gratitude.

Every night, as she curls up beside me, her steady breathing reminds me of what truly matters. Even when life unravels, love and a little resilience can stitch it back together stronger than before.

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A woman with her dog | Source: Midjourney

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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