I always believed my parents had given me the perfect childhood, filled with love and trust. But one evening, while looking for old family photos in the attic, I stumbled upon a sealed letter. What I read inside turned my entire world upside down and changed everything I thought I knew.
That evening felt peaceful, just like always when I came to my parents’ house for dinner on the weekends. Their home felt warm and safe.
The smell of Mom’s cooking filled the air, and soft music played in the background.
We sat at the kitchen table, laughing and remembering funny stories from my childhood.
While we were still talking, Mom mentioned the old photo albums she kept in the attic. “You should look through them,” she said. “There are lots of sweet baby pictures.”
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I smiled. “Maybe I’ll take a few home.”
After dinner, I went upstairs. The attic smelled like dust and cardboard. I turned on the light and crouched near the boxes.
I found the albums and smiled at the photos of myself as a baby, riding on Dad’s shoulders, sitting in Mom’s lap.
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Then I noticed a worn box pushed behind the others. At the very bottom, under wrapping paper and old cards, was an envelope. It was sealed. On the front, in shaky handwriting, were the words: “For my daughter.”
My hands began to tremble. What was this? Why had I never seen it before?
I broke the seal and opened the letter.
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“My beautiful baby girl,
I am so sorry. You are only just born, and I already have to make the hardest choice of my life. I cannot keep you. I am too young, too lost, and too afraid to raise you alone.”
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“But my love for you is endless. Letting you go is not because I don’t want you — it’s because I want a better life for you than I could ever give. I hope the family who takes you in will love you the way you deserve. I will always carry you in my heart. Always.
With all my love,
Your mother.”
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I couldn’t breathe. My chest tightened. My parents were downstairs. What was this letter? I grabbed the envelope and stormed into the kitchen, holding it out to them.
“What is this?” My voice shook. I held out the letter with both hands. My fingers would not stop trembling.
They turned to look at me. Mom’s face lost all its color. Dad’s jaw clenched hard. They stared at me. Neither of them spoke.
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“Well?” I asked again. My voice was louder this time.
Mom jumped to her feet. She wrung her hands tightly. Her eyes were wide. “Emily… honey, I don’t know where you found that. Maybe it’s a mistake. Maybe—”
“Stop,” I cut her off. Dad’s voice came next. His tone was steady but cold. He reached out. He took Mom’s hand and pulled her back into her chair. His eyes met mine. His face was serious. “We have to tell her.”
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My stomach dropped, and I felt like I was falling.
“Tell me what?” I asked. My voice came out soft, and I barely heard myself.
Dad let out a long breath. “Emily… you are not our biological daughter.”
I felt like someone had hit me. I grabbed the table to keep from falling. My knees were weak.
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“What are you saying?” I asked. My voice was sharp.
Mom’s eyes filled with tears. She opened her mouth. Her lips trembled. “We adopted you. You were just a few days old. Your birth mother was 16. She couldn’t keep you. She wrote that letter after you were born.”
“No,” I said. I shook my head hard. “You’re lying. Both of you.”
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“Emily, please,” Dad said. His voice softened. “We love you. You are our daughter.”
I stared at them. My hands curled into fists. “But you lied!” I shouted. “Every single day. You looked me in the eyes. You lied!”
Mom reached toward me. Her hands shook. I stepped back.
“We wanted to tell you,” she cried. “We were scared.”
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“Scared of what?” I asked.
“That you would hate us. That you would leave us,” she said.
I felt my whole body shaking. My throat burned. “This letter was for me. You had no right to keep it.”
Dad’s voice cracked. “We didn’t know how to tell you. But we have always loved you.”
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I stood. My hands were tight at my sides. “I don’t even know who I am.”
The room went quiet. The silence hurt.
“Tell me her name,” I said. “Where is she?”
Mom lowered her head. Dad answered. “Her name is Sarah. She lived in the city where you were born.”
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I stared at them both. I grabbed my jacket, keys, and bag.
“Emily, wait!” Mom called out.
But I didn’t stop. I could hear Mom calling my name, but I kept going. I slammed the door behind me and stumbled toward my car, my breath coming fast and shaky.
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I had never felt this kind of pain before. It was sharp and deep like something inside me had snapped.
I climbed into the driver’s seat and gripped the steering wheel as hard as I could.
I started the car and drove away without looking back. I headed straight to my apartment.
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When I got inside, I dropped my bag on the floor. I couldn’t stop crying. My chest hurt so much I could barely breathe. I cried until there were no more tears left, just that awful empty feeling.
I barely slept that night. I couldn’t stop hearing my parents’ voices in my head.
Their words circled over and over, but none of their reasons could drown out the hurt. The betrayal was louder than anything they had said.
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When the sun came up, I knew I couldn’t just sit there. I had to find her. I checked online and there were only a few results. Then I saw her photo. She stood outside a small diner, smiling.
I stared at the screen. My eyes wouldn’t leave her face. I wondered if I looked like her. I wondered if she ever thought about me.
I got in my car and drove two hours to that little town. I kept going over the words I might say when I saw her, but none of them felt right.
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When I reached the diner, I stayed across the street, just sitting in my car, watching. It was small and simple.
Inside, people laughed and talked over their meals. The windows were bright with sunshine.
Then I saw her. Sarah. She moved between the tables, carrying plates and smiling at the people around her. She looked kind. She looked happy.
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I felt my heart race as I forced myself to open the car door. I stepped outside, walked across the street, and pushed open the door of the diner. The bell above the door jingled softly.
“Hi there! Sit wherever you like,” she called from behind the counter. Her voice sounded friendly and warm.
I picked a small table by the window. I sat down and tried to keep my hands still. My fingers kept twisting together in my lap.
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She walked over with a bright smile and handed me a menu. “What can I get you, sweetie?” she asked, tilting her head a little as she looked at me.
I felt my throat tighten. I cleared it and tried to speak without my voice shaking. “Just a sandwich, please,” I said, keeping my eyes down.
She nodded and wrote the order on her pad. “Coming right up.” She turned and headed back toward the kitchen.
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I stared at her as she moved between the tables. Every time she passed near me, I wanted to say something. The words were right there, but I couldn’t get them out.
When she brought the sandwich, I coughed. My throat felt dry and itchy.
She set the plate down and gave me a soft smile. “Sounds like you’re catching a cold,” she said. “Would you like some tea? It’s on the house.”
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“Thank you,” I whispered. My voice barely came out.
She smiled again, sweet and gentle, then walked back toward the counter.
I stayed there for hours, sitting at the table by the window, barely eating, barely moving.
The sandwich on my plate stayed almost untouched. I watched her the whole time as she moved between the customers, smiling easily and talking softly.
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We exchanged a few simple words — only safe small talk about the town, the diner, and the weather. I lied. I said I was just passing through. My throat felt tight every time I spoke, but I tried to smile.
Then the door opened. A man came in, holding a little boy’s hand. They laughed softly as they walked toward Sarah.
The boy let go of the man’s hand and ran straight to her. She bent down right away and hugged him close.
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She smiled at him with so much love that my chest hurt. The warmth on her face made my heart ache.
I sat frozen, staring at them. I could not look away. Was this her family? Did she have another child? Did she already have everything she needed in her life?
I couldn’t stay. My chest felt tight, my breath short and hard to catch. I grabbed my bag, left money on the table, and walked out fast, holding back tears until I reached my car.
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I collapsed into the seat and let the sobs come, hot and heavy, shaking my whole body. I wasn’t ready.
I told myself I wouldn’t go back. But the next week, I was driving those same two hours again. I didn’t fully understand why. I just knew I couldn’t let it go.
I sat at the same table, watching her move between the customers, smiling easily. When she saw me, she smiled like she was happy to see me.
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“Well, hello again,” she said. “Back in town?”
“Yeah… just passing through,” I replied, my voice barely steady.
“Same order as last time?”
I nodded.
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She brought the sandwich and tea, her kindness as gentle as before. I coughed again, and she gave me a soft look of concern.
Our conversation stayed light, but every word from her felt like it pulled at something deep inside me.
Then the man and the boy came in again. I watched as the boy ran to her, and she hugged him close.
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When she came by my table later, I said softly, “You have a lovely family.”
Sarah smiled. “Thank you. But that’s my brother and my nephew.”
The breath I’d been holding finally left my lungs. I knew I couldn’t keep coming like this. I couldn’t sit there in silence, hiding.
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That night, I waited outside the diner until her shift ended. When she stepped into the parking lot, pulling her jacket tighter, I approached.
“Sarah,” I called, my voice shaking.
She turned, surprised. “Oh, hi. You’re still here?”
“I… I need to talk to you.”
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Concern crossed her face. “Is everything okay?”
I took a step closer and reached into my bag, pulling out the letter. My fingers shook as I held it out to her.
She glanced down at the envelope, her expression softening the moment she saw the handwriting.
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Slowly, she reached for it, her hands starting to tremble as well. Her lips parted, but no words came out.
She looked up at me, her eyes filling with tears. And in that moment, without needing me to say anything, she understood.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she whispered, “Can I… can I hug you?”
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I nodded, my throat too tight to speak.
She wrapped her arms around me, and I fell into her. We stood there, crying, holding each other under the soft glow of the parking lot lights.
When we finally stepped back, she smiled through her tears.
“Would you come back inside? I’d love to talk.”
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I nodded, wiping my face.
We sat at a quiet table, away from the others. She poured tea for both of us. At first, we sat in silence.
Then she told me everything. How young she’d been. How scared. How much she had loved me.
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She said my biological father had wanted to keep me, but couldn’t. They stayed in touch, both wondering about me all these years.
I listened. I told her about my life and childhood. How my parents loved and gave me everything.
“I was angry at them,” I admitted softly. “But they did love me. They still do.”
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Sarah squeezed my hand. “I’m grateful they raised you.”
When we stood to leave, she hugged me again. “I’d love to see you again,” she said.
“I’d like that,” I answered.
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That night, back in my apartment, I picked up my phone. I stared at the screen for a long time before typing the message to the family group.
“Thank you for loving me. Thank you for raising me. I’m coming home for breakfast tomorrow.”
When I hit send, something inside me finally felt at peace.
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Rich Groom Mocks Poor Mother-in-Law on Wedding Day Until She Takes Mic and Gives a Toast — Story of the Day
A groom mocked his bride’s poor mother because she came without an invitation. But when she shocked everyone after taking the mic and giving a wonderful toast, that’s when he learned a lesson he never imagined.
“I can’t believe she showed up,” Ethan grumbled under his breath while holding his bride’s hands. They were on the altar, and he had just noticed that his mother-in-law, Ada, had just walked in and sat down in the last row. He thought his future wife, Dalia, didn’t invite her mother.
“Please, Ethan. Let it go,” Dalia said quietly. She bit her lip and was waiting for her groom to make a scene, but he sighed and tried to contain himself.
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The truth is, Ethan didn’t want Dalia’s mother there for several reasons, and he didn’t understand why she had appeared. He didn’t hate the woman, but she shouldn’t be there. She didn’t belong. She scared him.
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Ethan’s family was from old Connecticut money. The kind of money that never runs out, even through generations. Unlike the rest of his family, Ethan had fallen in love with Dalia without considering the future or how much money she had. Normally, his family arranged marriages with other affluent families or with convenient people.
The couple reached her, and although Ethan was sweating, he took the envelope in his hands. He browsed the papers inside and his jaw dropped.
However, as soon as he saw the hard-working law student at Yale during their first Torts class, Ethan fell in love. She was feisty and was not afraid to speak her mind, and he was hooked immediately.
When they started dating, he was sure that Dalia had to come from money too. She never wore expensive clothes or anything, but she held herself up like the women in his family.
Some people believed the highly wealthy showed off their riches with clothes, cars, and other fancy things. But like that saying, “Money talks, wealth whispers,” the women in Ethan’s family were not flashy or ostentatious with their wealth, although they did take advantage of their privileges. He was sure that Dalia had to come from riches somehow.
He was completely blindsided when she told him the truth. She was a scholarship student who worked all her life to get to where she was. Her mother was a laundress for many wealthy families in the area and raised her alone.
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He was not too proud to admit that he almost broke up with Dalia at that point. He didn’t think they would work, and he also felt that she might have taken an interest in him because everyone at school knew him and his family.
“I don’t care about your money at all, Ethan. But I can’t stop you if you don’t want to be with me. Go date someone from your country club or whatever,” Dalia had scoffed at him when he told her his concerns.
“I don’t want a country club girl, Dalia. But it’s a genuine concern. Isn’t it for you? Do you think you’ll fit in?” he asked her sincerely.
“Please, I’ve dealt with snobby rich people looking down on me and my mother all my life. I don’t need this from you. In fact, my mother even told me you were not the one for me, so maybe she was right,” Dalia commented, shrugging, and grabbed her purse to leave his apartment.
“What? What do you mean? Wouldn’t any mother want their daughter to date a rich man?” Ethan questioned, baffled at the idea that a single, poor mother could hate him.
“Not my mom. She raised me to be independent. Ethan, I love you for you. But if you don’t believe that, we don’t have to be together,” Dalia continued and was almost out his door when he stopped her.
“No, please. Stay. Let’s talk,” he begged, and Dalia stayed.
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They agreed to continue dating, but the idea that Ada hated him never left Ethan’s mind. Unbeknownst to him, he started to fear the woman.
All the women he had dated before Dalia had mothers who were ecstatic with the idea of Ethan becoming part of their family. It was a given. He was the perfect bachelor. He had a stellar reputation in the community. He was smart. He had a steady future laid out for him. In short, he was a mother-in-law’s dream.
But not to Ada, who he refused to meet for years, making excuses every time Dalia tried to introduce them.
When he proposed, and she agreed, Dalia finally asked why he didn’t want to meet her mother.
“I just… don’t want to. I also don’t want her at our wedding. She won’t have a good time, and my family will mock her for her job and everything. It’s for the best, Dalia,” Ethan lied to his fiancée, not knowing how to express the truth. He still didn’t understand the truth.
“But I can’t get married without my mother, Ethan. She’s my world,” Dalia insisted.
“I’m meant to be your world now. So it’s either my way, or we don’t get married,” Ethan said, putting his foot down.
Dalia was not happy about it and tried to bring up the subject many times afterward. However, he didn’t budge, and eventually, she stopped saying anything. He thought that meant she wouldn’t invite Ada to the wedding.
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However, the woman showed up. Ethan recognized her as soon as she got closer because he had seen her in Dalia’s pictures. She was dressed in what looked like a cheap new dress and was smiling. Ethan looked down and tried to focus on the pastor’s words.
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When the ceremony finished, they smiled and posed for pictures for the family. But when they went into a private room, he wanted to scream at his new wife.
“Please, don’t. I never agreed not to invite my mother. She is my mother. You get to have all your family here, and I also have a right to do so. So deal with it. You don’t have to be chummy with her or anything. But you’ll meet with her and act politely, or I’ll file for annulment immediately!” Dalia warned, her hands on her waist and looking stern.
“Fine,” Ethan muttered unhappily.
They exited the private room and went to the reception, where they were greeted by family, friends, and tons of people who came to congratulate them.
It wasn’t until an hour later that Dalia finally brought her mother to Ethan and introduced them for the first time.
“Mom, this is Ethan. I’m sorry you didn’t get to meet earlier,” she said, her tone a bit ashamed.
“Nice to meet you, dear. I wish you would’ve come to my house at some point. I wanted to cook for you and meet you personally,” Ada said, smiling brightly.
Ethan swallowed hard and shook the older woman’s hand. “Hmm, I’m sorry about that. Maybe after the honeymoon,” he responded, knowing he would do anything never to keep that promise.
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“Excellent,” Ada smiled, and Dalia smiled too.
The whole situation should’ve been entirely expected, but it wasn’t. Not for Ethan. He felt pressure in his chest. He felt fear. He realized he was intimidated by Dalia’s mother. But why?
She was a laundry woman, skinny, poor, and frail. He had dealt with ruthless business people who dealt with his father and had already faced nail-biting situations as a lawyer. So why was he afraid of this old woman?
She was just his mother-in-law, and he had nothing to fear. Nothing. Literally. He tried to calm down, but the feeling didn’t go away.
At some point, Dalia went with her bridesmaids to dance, and the groomsmen joined Ethan. He didn’t realize Ada was nearby when the boys started talking about his new mother-in-law.
“Yeah, well, Dalia comes from nothing, but now she has me. She can forget her old life. I didn’t want to invite that poor old woman, but what can I do?” Ethan mocked, and his buddies laughed. They were all rich too.
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“Yeah, well, Dalia doesn’t have to worry about money ever again with you, dude,” his friend, Austin, laughed, and the pressure on Ethan’s chest eased with the banter. They continued to mock the poor old lady, although she had been nothing but pleasant to Ethan in their brief encounter. He never expected what she would do next.
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A few hours into the party, it was finally time for the speeches. Ethan’s best man and Dalia’s maid of honor spoke first. They were their friends from their Yale days. However, Ethan’s chest tightened again when he saw Ada getting up on stage and taking the microphone.
“Good evening, everyone. I’m Ada, Dalia’s mother, and I also want to give a toast. Can you believe that I just met the groom today? Well, he didn’t want to meet me, apparently. He was mocking me with his buddies earlier this evening,” the older woman started, and Dalia turned to Ethan with a sharp look.
“Well, I’m sure you all know I don’t come from this amazing wealth. I actually don’t have much money, but I did my best with Dalia. She is my pride and joy; she loves Ethan more than anything, and I know she doesn’t care about money. That’s how I raised her,” Ada continued. “And I’m glad to know that everyone here accepted her, even with her background. Thank you for that… Now, I have a gift for the newlyweds. Can you come here, darlings?”
Ada signaled for Ethan and Dalia to join her on stage, and the older woman produced an envelope. The couple reached her, and although Ethan was sweating, he took the envelope in his hands. He browsed the papers inside, and his jaw dropped.
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Dalia asked him about it, and he could only whisper, “She bought us a house.”
“With all my hard work and years of scrimping, I managed to buy my daughter a house. Nearby, actually, and I hope you can start your family there. I love you, Dalia. And I hope, Ethan, that in time, you can love me too,” Ada finished, and the whole room erupted in cheers, standing for the woman.
Dalia hugged her mother and cried terribly, not caring that her makeup was running. When they separated, the poor older woman turned to her new son-in-law with a tentative grin.
Ethan was sweating, and his eyes had watered. “I’m so sorry,” he choked. “Thank you.”
Ada only grinned wider and hugged him to her chest. She had forgiven him easily. There was no animosity in her heart for Ethan. Her daughter loved him, and she had to believe it was because he was a good man.
As Ada held him in his arms, Ethan realized something. He was afraid and intimidated by this older woman because… she made it all on her own.
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The people in his life had been rich for generations. He didn’t know a businessman, friend, or colleague who was self-made. His friends were wealthy. His colleagues too. Dalia was self-made, but she somehow always seemed like old money.
Ada, however, was a thoroughly average – almost poor person – and she was there. She had successfully raised a thriving daughter and had spent all her hard-earned money on a house even though he knew she didn’t have one of her own.
Ethan couldn’t understand how someone could make it in this world without all his privileges, so he was afraid to be near her. He couldn’t measure next to her. He would crumble in her circumstances. He would fail. He was… nothing… without his money, and the realization was staggering.
“Son, don’t think about it twice. You’re forgiven. We’re family now. Just… make my daughter as happy as you can,” Ada said in his ear so no one else could hear, and he promised himself he would do that.
When they separated, the party started. Ethan’s parents thanked Ada for the house and they talked all night. Ethan apologized to Dalia for mocking her mother; his bride was just as understanding as his new mother-in-law.
“I will never do something like that again, and your mom will be invited to our house and all our events all the time,” he promised as they danced the night away.
Dalia nodded. “You bet she will.”
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They went on their honeymoon, after which they moved into the house Ada bought them. It was huge for newlyweds, and even Dalia couldn’t believe how her mother had afforded such a luxurious place.
As they furnished the house, Ethan realized he didn’t want to stand in his father’s shadow or his family’s extensive wealth for the rest of his life. He decided to quit his job and start his own practice with Dalia, where they helped lower-income clients with their cases. His life was no longer about money; for the first time, he felt complete.
Money had driven his every move forever; now, it felt like he was cleared of it. He stopped caring about luxuries, vacations, fancy cars, or even his wealthy friends. Those things didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was Dalia, Ada, his family, and the interests of his clients.
Years later, during a special anniversary dinner, Ethan’s father, Ferdinand, pulled him aside and told him how proud he was of him.
“I was going to kick you out of the practice back then after Dalia’s mother talked about you mocking her, but then you quit, and I couldn’t have been more surprised. What you’re doing now… is unbelievable. It’s what you dream of doing when you’re a young lawyer who only wants justice for the world,” Ferdinand said in a serious, heartfelt tone. “I thought I had raised a spoiled boy. But you are my pride and joy.”
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Ethan smiled at the words, similar to what Ada had said about Dalia at their wedding, and once again, he felt whole. As he watched his family enjoying the dinner and each other’s company, he understood that this was worth more than all the money in the world.
What can we learn from this story?
- It’s never right to make fun of people due to their financial or social status. Ethan mocked his mother-in-law only to realize why he did it and how wrong of him it was.
- Money is important to survive, but it’s not everything. Ethan discovered that life was more than your paycheck or how much money your family had when he married Dalia and met Ada.
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