Teenage boy Charlie struggles to understand why his peers receive expensive presents while he is left listening to his mother’s excuses. He discovers that his mother has prepared 15 gifts for his future birthdays. But after learning the reason behind it, he finally realizes what he truly wants.
Charlie, a 15-year-old with a backpack slung lazily over one shoulder, trudged out of school alongside his classmate Mark.
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the parking lot, where students chattered and cars honked in a chaotic symphony.
“Did you hear? We’ve got another test on Friday,” Mark said, breaking the silence.
Charlie groaned, his shoulders slumping.
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“Oh no, not again! Is this the fourth test this week? School is exhausting…”
Mark smirked. “Don’t be so dramatic. It’s just studying. You always stress out before tests, but in the end, it all works out fine.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Charlie muttered, his eyes scanning the parking lot. His expression darkened as he frowned.
“My mom’s late again! How much longer do I have to wait?”
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“Maybe something came up. Don’t be mad at her—she’s picking you up. You should be grateful,” Mark said with a shrug.
Charlie shot him a sideways glare.
“Yeah? I don’t see your mom’s car either. Are you super grateful that she’s late too?”
Mark chuckled softly and shook his head. “She won’t be picking me up anymore. My parents bought me a car for my birthday.”
Charlie stopped in his tracks, his jaw dropping.
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“What!? A car!? I’d be grateful too if someone got me a car!” he snapped, his voice laced with jealousy.
Mark shrugged again, calm as ever. “You should be grateful no matter what. She’s your mom. Anyway, see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah… bye,” Charlie mumbled, watching Mark stroll off toward the student lot.
As he stood there, stewing in frustration, a car horn blared from across the lot. Charlie spun around and saw his mom’s familiar car pulling up.
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With a sigh, he slung his backpack higher on his shoulder and jogged toward it, muttering under his breath. He opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat, his face already setting in a frown.
Alice, his mom, glanced over at him, her hands gripping the steering wheel.
“Sorry, sweetheart, I’m late again. I had to finish up a few things,” she said apologetically.
“You’re always late these days…” Charlie muttered, avoiding her gaze as he slumped further into his seat.
Alice sighed, keeping her voice calm.
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“I said I’m sorry. Now, tell me—how was your day?”
“Not great,” he replied shortly, his eyes fixed on the cars passing outside.
She glanced at him again, concern flickering across her face. “What happened?”
“Mark’s parents bought him a car for his birthday,” Charlie said flatly.
Alice smiled slightly, trying to lighten the mood.
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“That’s wonderful! Did he give you a ride?”
Charlie turned to her, his expression incredulous.
“No. Mom, my birthday’s coming up soon. Can you get me a car?”
Alice’s hands tightened briefly on the wheel before she answered. “Sweetheart, I already have your gift planned. Maybe I can get you a car in a few years…”
“A few years!?” Charlie’s voice rose with frustration.
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“So I have to wait while all my classmates drive around, and I look like an idiot?”
Alice exhaled and tried to keep her tone gentle as she said, “I know it’s hard, but I just can’t afford a gift like that right now.”
Charlie crossed his arms, his voice sharp. “Then return whatever gift you got and buy me a car!”
“I can’t do that, Charlie. I’m sorry,” she said firmly, though her voice was tinged with sadness.
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He turned away, pressing his forehead against the window.
The hum of the engine filled the silence as Alice drove, glancing occasionally at her son, his disappointment weighing heavily on them both.
As she pulled into the driveway, the car came to a slow stop. She turned to Charlie, her face softening.
“Dinner’s in the fridge if you’re hungry. I have a few errands to run, but I won’t be long. Love you, sweetheart!”
“Yeah…” Charlie mumbled without meeting her eyes. He swung the car door open and headed into the house.
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The door clicked shut behind him, and the silence of the empty house wrapped around him.
He dropped his backpack by the couch but didn’t bother to sit down. Something gnawed at the back of his mind—an itch he couldn’t ignore.
His mom had seemed calm, too calm, especially after their earlier argument. Why couldn’t she just tell him what she was up to?
His curiosity got the better of him. Quietly, he tiptoed into her bedroom, the air feeling heavier as if he were crossing an invisible line.
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Sitting at her desk, he opened her laptop.
The screen glowed to life, and he hesitated for a moment before clicking on her email.
Most of it was unimportant—work notices, receipts, newsletters.
Then he spotted something unusual: an email confirming a delivery scheduled for his upcoming birthday.
His brow furrowed as he clicked it open.
His eyes widened. The delivery wasn’t a one-time thing. There were 14 more planned—one every year for the next 15 years.
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“What the…?” he muttered, his heart racing.
Confused and uneasy, he dug deeper, scrolling through her emails until he found an address for a storage unit.
Beneath a pile of papers in her drawer, he found a small key labeled with the same address.
His pulse quickened as he grabbed the key and headed out the door.
The storage unit loomed ahead, its metal door glinting faintly under the dull light of the parking lot.
Charlie unlocked it with trembling hands. As the door creaked open, he froze.
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Inside, more than a dozen neatly wrapped gifts were arranged in a row.
They were all different sizes, some small enough to fit in his palm, others big enough to hold a bike.
Each was topped with a handwritten note in his mom’s familiar, looping script.
He stepped inside, the scent of cardboard and faint perfume hanging in the air. He picked up one note and read:
“Happy 17th birthday, sweetheart. I love you more than anything in the world. I hope you like this computer. Study hard!”
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His throat tightened as he set the note back. Why had she done this?
He moved to the first gift, a small box with two notes attached. Pulling off the first, his breath caught as he began to read:
“My dear son, if you’re reading this, I may no longer be with you. For years, I’ve known I had cancer, and no treatment has worked. My time is limited, but I didn’t want your birthdays to feel empty after I’m gone.”
The words blurred as tears filled his eyes. He wiped his face, but the tears kept coming, spilling onto the paper.
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“That’s why I prepared these gifts ahead of time. They may not always be exactly what you want, but please open one each birthday and know I love you. Always.”
Charlie let out a shaky breath as he clutched the note. His chest ached in a way he’d never felt before.
He looked around the storage unit, the gifts that suddenly felt so much more than just objects.
They were pieces of her love, her effort to stay with him even when she couldn’t.
He gently placed the note back, closed the door, and leaned against it for a moment.
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His heart was heavy, but it was full of something else too—a deeper understanding of what his mom had done for him.
The drive home was quiet. The world outside blurred, but his mind raced with emotions. He didn’t care about a car anymore.
What mattered now was something far greater.
Charlie stepped quietly into the living room, his shoes scuffing softly against the wooden floor.
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His mom, Alice, was perched on the couch, a book resting in her lap.
She was smiling faintly, her eyes scanning the pages, completely unaware of the emotional storm that had just swept over her son.
Charlie hesitated in the doorway, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. His eyes were red, swollen from crying, and his face held a mix of fear and heartbreak.
Alice looked up, her smile fading as she took in his expression. Alarm spread across her face.
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“Charlie! What’s wrong? Where were you?” she asked, setting the book aside and leaning forward.
“Mom!” he choked out, his voice breaking as he rushed across the room. He threw his arms around her, clinging to her tightly.
“Sweetheart, tell me what’s going on,” she said, her voice soft but urgent. She stroked his back gently, trying to calm him. “How can I help?”
Charlie pulled back slightly, his hands trembling as he wiped at his face.
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“I know, Mom. I went to the storage unit,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Alice stiffened, her eyes widening.
“What? Why? What were you doing there?” she asked, a hint of panic creeping into her tone.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Charlie cried, his voice breaking again.
“Isn’t there anything we can do?”
Alice took a deep breath, her lips quivering.
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“There’s nothing, Charlie. I’m so sorry,” she said, tears brimming in her eyes.
“No, Mom, I’m sorry,” he said quickly, shaking his head.
“I’ve been such a terrible son. I don’t need a car or any gifts. None of that matters. I just want you to be with me.”
“Charlie…” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
“Please, Mom,” he begged, his voice desperate.
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“I want to spend as much time with you as I can. I love you!”
Alice pulled him close again, her own tears spilling over now.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” she said, her voice breaking as she held him tightly.
The room was quiet except for their soft cries, their embrace a fragile but powerful moment of love and understanding.
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My Dad Kicked Me Out for Marrying a Poor Man – He Cried When He Saw Me After 3 Years
“If you go through with this, you’re no longer my daughter.” Those were the last words my father said to me three years ago, before slamming the door on our relationship. I thought I’d never hear from him again—until his black car pulled into my driveway.
I didn’t plan for life to turn out this way. If you had told me three years ago that I’d be sitting here writing this, estranged from the man who raised me, I’d have laughed in your face. Back then, my world was simple. Or so I thought.
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It all started with two pink lines. Two tiny lines that changed my life forever. I was 25, working as a junior architect in the city, and in love with Lucas, a soft-spoken carpenter from a small village just outside of town.
Lucas wasn’t the type to sweep you off your feet with grand gestures. His charm was quieter—thoughtful notes tucked into my lunch, the way he remembered every little thing I said, the warmth in his eyes when he looked at me. He was my peace in a world of chaos. And I was sure my dad would hate him.
I wasn’t wrong.
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When I told my dad I was pregnant and wanted to marry Lucas, I could feel my heart pounding like it wanted to escape.
For a moment, the world seemed to stop. My father, a tall, imposing man with silver hair and sharp, calculating eyes, just stared at me. No shouting, no slammed doors. Just a long, heavy silence. His expression was unreadable, which somehow made it worse.
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Finally, he spoke, his voice calm but colder than I’d ever heard. “If you go through with this, you’re no longer my daughter.”
I blinked, unsure if I’d heard him correctly. “What? Dad, you don’t mean that—”
“I do.” His words were like ice. “You’re making a mistake, Lily. That boy has nothing to offer you. No money, no future. You’re throwing your life away.”
“He’s not ‘that boy.’” My voice cracked, but I pressed on. “Lucas is kind. He’s hardworking. He loves me, Dad. Isn’t that enough?”
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My father’s gaze hardened. “Love doesn’t pay bills. It doesn’t secure a legacy. I raised you better than this.”
I felt the sting of tears but refused to cry. “You raised me to stand up for myself. To fight for what matters. Lucas and I are starting a family, Dad. I wish you could see that.”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he turned, walked to his office, and shut the door. That was it. No goodbye. No “I’ll miss you.” Just silence.
That night, I packed my things, left the house that had been my home since I was born, and moved in with Lucas. As for my dad, he cut all ties.
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For months, anger consumed me. How could he? How could my father, the man who used to tuck me in every night and braid my hair before school, abandon me just because I fell in love with someone he deemed unworthy?
I cried myself to sleep more times than I can count, but life didn’t wait for me to heal. Life with Lucas demanded every ounce of strength I had.
His tiny house felt like a shoebox, especially once my belly began to swell. “I know it’s not much,” Lucas would say, his voice laced with guilt. “But we’ll make it work.”
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And we tried. He took on every job he could find, from fixing fences to building kitchen cabinets. I did what I could, though being pregnant with twins—or so we thought—left me exhausted most days.
When the twins turned out to be triplets, I nearly fainted in the delivery room. Lucas looked equally terrified but managed to whisper, “Guess we’re overachievers.”
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Sleepless nights became our norm. We shared every fear—how we’d afford diapers if the electricity would stay on if we were failing as parents. There were fights, too, born out of exhaustion and stress, but Lucas never wavered. He’d rock one baby while soothing another and still manage to kiss my forehead.
Slowly, things shifted. Lucas’ skill with carpentry caught the eye of a local business owner who commissioned a massive project. Word spread, and soon, we couldn’t keep up with the orders.
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I started managing the books and finances. By the time the triplets were two, our once-shoebox life had transformed. We bought a modest home, and a secondhand car, and for the first time, I felt like we were breathing.
Then came the call.
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“Lily,” my father’s voice cut through the static. It was sharper than I remembered. “I hear you have children now.”
My throat tightened. “Yes. Three of them.”
“I’ll be there tomorrow,” he said flatly. “You and the children deserve a better life. I’m giving you one chance to come back. If you say no… this is goodbye for good.”
When I hung up the phone, I felt a mix of dread and anticipation. My father was coming. The man who had turned his back on me, who hadn’t so much as called in three years, was suddenly inserting himself into my life. Why now?
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The next morning, his sleek black car pulled into our gravel driveway, looking out of place against the backdrop of our modest home. He stepped out wearing a tailored suit, the kind I used to see him wear when I was little. The sight of him brought a lump to my throat, but I swallowed it down. This wasn’t the time for weakness.
“Dad,” I said, forcing a polite tone as I opened the door.
“Lily,” he replied, his voice as formal as ever. No warmth, no acknowledgment of the years lost.
Lucas appeared at my side, his hand resting lightly on my back, a silent show of support. My father’s eyes flicked to him, barely pausing before shifting to the house behind us.
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“May I come in?” he asked, though it was more of a statement than a question.
I stepped aside, letting him walk through the door. He moved slowly, inspecting everything as though he were a judge on some reality show. His gaze lingered on the hardwood floors Lucas had installed, the family photos lining the walls, and the corner where the triplets’ toys were neatly stacked. His face was unreadable, but his silence was deafening.
Then he turned to me, shaking his head. “Oh, no! What have you done?” His voice cracked, his despair unmistakable. “You’re not struggling!”
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I blinked, caught off guard. “No, we’re not,” I replied, my tone steady. “We’ve built a good life here.”
He stared at me, his jaw tightening. “You could’ve had more. You still can. Come with me, Lily. Bring the children. I can give them opportunities you’ll never be able to.”
Lucas’ hand tensed on my back, but I held my ground. “They already have everything they need. Love, stability, and parents who worked hard to build a home for them. We don’t need anything else.”
My father’s face hardened. “You’ll regret this,” he said coldly. But there was something else there too—pain.
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My father’s face darkened as my words hung in the air. Without another word, he turned on his heel and stormed out. I stood frozen, watching him march to his car. He yanked the door open and sank into the driver’s seat, slamming it shut.
I waited for the engine to roar to life, for him to peel out of the driveway and disappear again. But the car didn’t move. Minutes passed, then an hour, and then another. From the window, I could see him through the windshield, his head in his hands. He wasn’t angry. He looked… broken.
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“What’s he doing?” Lucas asked softly, standing beside me with one of the triplets perched on his hip.
“I don’t know,” I whispered.
The sun dipped lower, casting a golden glow over the yard. Finally, after three long hours, my father stepped out of the car. He moved slowly, his shoulders slumped in a way I’d never seen before. When he reached the door, he hesitated, his hand hovering over the wood before finally knocking.
I opened the door to a man who looked nothing like the father I’d grown up with. His face was streaked with tears, his eyes red and raw.
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“I was wrong,” he said, his voice trembling. “I thought I was protecting you, but all I did was push you away.”
I swallowed hard, my own tears threatening to spill. “Dad…”
“I thought you were throwing your life away,” he continued, his voice breaking. “But I was blind. You’ve built something beautiful, something I should have been proud of from the start.”
And then he broke. The man who had always seemed larger than life crumbled before me, sobbing in a way I’d never imagined. Without thinking, I reached for him, pulling him into a hug.
“I missed you,” I whispered.
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For the first time in years, we talked. Really talked. He apologized—over and over—for his pride, his mistakes, the years we’d lost. And I forgave him.
As the triplets toddled in, giggling and curious, he knelt down, his eyes wide with wonder. “Hi there,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
“Grandpa?” one of them asked, and he nodded, tears falling freely.
“Yes,” he choked out, smiling through the sobs. “Grandpa’s here now.”
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