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.
Share this story with your friends. It might brighten their day and inspire them.
Dad & Daughter Recreate High School Grad Photo After 18 Years – People Look Closer And Spot A Detail They Can’t Let Go
Seeing your child graduate from college or high school is one of the most special moments in your life as a parent.
Those who have experienced it will recall the sense of pride and uncontrollable happiness that arises when your not-so-little one completes a task they have been working toward for a very long time.
Dennis Roach, a Texas father, must have felt ten times better in 2018 since he was able to retake a 2000 photo of his daughter after she graduated from high school, and the outcome made people happy all around the world.
In 2000, Dennis celebrated his high school graduation with his toddler daughter Tori, which was a blessing.
They took a picture at the time, and Dennis gave his young girl a kiss. It was the fitting way to commemorate his momentous day.
It was Tori Roach who commemorated her high school graduation in 2018.
Naturally, Dennis was present to commemorate the event, and he and the other person came up with the brilliant idea of taking a fresh photo of the two of them from eighteen years ago.
In the last tale, Tori was cradled in her father’s arms and received another peck on the cheek.
Her 2000 and 2018 photos that she shared on Twitter were adored by fans. How well it will be accepted was beyond anyone’s prediction.
Under her photo, Tori added, “18 years later.” It received nearly 150,000 likes and 57,000 reposts before becoming viral.
Many others expressed their happiness with the picture in the comments section.
“This is the cutest thing ever,” someone said.
“One of the best pictures I have seen,” said an additional person. I’m wishing you and your family all the best.
“How beautiful…,” remarked a third.
However, the most intriguing aspect of the two images was undoubtedly the element that drew a lot of attention and comments from viewers.
One thing that was particularly noticeable was how little Tori’s father Dennis appeared to have aged in the two photos.
“What is the age of your father?” inquired someone.”He appears to be ageless.”
Another joker said, “I think you froze your father until you grow up.”
Did your dad age at all, dammit?A third made a joke.
Tori was shocked by the amount of interest in her post.
After graduating from high school, she was forced to clarify that her father, who was 37 at the time, wasn’t single.
She also discussed Dennis’s pride with People.
“There were a ton of notifications when I woke up. Individuals had resumed liking, commenting, and sharing. My father was really pleased with himself. Since we live in a tiny town, nothing similar to this rarely occurs. And he exclaimed, “That’s awesome!”
“I feel that not many other people get to experience that,” she continued, “so in a way, it brought me and my dad closer.”
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