I Said “No” To Babysitting Once For A Doctor’s Appointment. My Son’s Response: “The Locks Have Been Updated. Please Don’t Come By Right Now.” So I Came Back A Week Later… With A Realtor To Sell The Very House I BOUGHT FOR THEM.

I asked him how much he needed. He told me an amount that left me speechless. $5,000.

I didn’t have that kind of money. But I couldn’t let my son fail. I ran to the ladies on the neighborhood committee and took out a high-interest loan.

Paid it off weekly for six months. Every week, I counted every dollar. Cut back on food.

Electricity. Everything. Edward graduated.

I cried seeing him in his cap and gown, smiling on stage. But he never knew that by that day his mother was already half-broken from so much work and debt. After graduating, Edward started dating Laura.

From the first time I saw her, I knew something wasn’t right. She shook my hand limply and looked at me as if she were scanning my wrinkles. I wore my nicest blouse and smiled.

But Laura just nodded and whispered something to Edward. I managed to hear the word small-town. Since I saw he was smitten with her, I kept quiet.

I brought out a homemade flan to share, trying to break the ice. Laura looked at it and said,

“Homemade? It looks simple, doesn’t it?”

I laughed nervously and said,

“Yes, I’ve been making it for Edward since he was a boy.

He loves it.”

She said nothing. Just nodded again. Looked away.

For their wedding, I took out everything I had saved for ten years. Over $15,000. So Edward could have a nice party.

I wanted him to have a great day. But Laura wasn’t satisfied. One day, I overheard Edward telling a friend,

“Laura says my mom should pay for the dress, too.

That she hasn’t helped with anything.”

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