My daughter and son-in-law suggested I sell my home and get an apartment in the capital. I agreed, but with one condition: the flat must be in my name. I’ve explained my reasons clearly.
— I need a promise that I will not be homeless in my old age. After I go, you will have full control over the apartment.
My daughter kept quiet, but my son-in-law was outraged. He raged at me, calling me greedy and untrustworthy. Nonetheless, I stood my ground.
I never expected that one chat would affect my life forever.
A Father’s Love
When my daughter was six years old, my wife d.i.e.d. It was the most difficult day of my life. At her death, I promised myself that I would spend the rest of my life caring for our daughter.
After that, my entire life centered around her. She grew up to be brilliant, caring, and obedient. She was always willing to help me, clean the house, and work hard at school. I was really proud of the young woman she was becoming.
Then, a young man came into her life. I was skeptical when my daughter introduced him to me, but he quickly won me over. He was nice and calm and appeared to genuinely care for her.
I was pleased when they announced their wedding and stated that they wanted me to continue living with them. I pictured us living in harmony as a family.
However, after the wedding, everything changed.
The Distance
My son-in-law began acting differently. He became frigid, often disagreeable, and even hostile. I could sense he was attempting to push me away, but for my daughter’s sake, I chose to ignore him.
Then they proposed that I sell my house and get an apartment in the capital. Although apprehensive, I agreed—with one condition. The apartment needed to be in my name.
— It’s simply a security precaution for me. I want to make sure I don’t end up homeless in my old age.
My son-in-law erupted with rage. He accused me of being untrustworthy, selfish, and greedy. My daughter, rather than defending me, remained silent. Two days later, they packed their belongings and relocated to the city without saying goodbye.
At the time, I assumed it was only pride and that they would finally come around. However, as time went on, the stillness between us grew permanent.
The Forgotten Birthday
Months passed without a call or a visit. Then my birthday arrived. Sixty years old.
Deep down, I still had hope.
That morning, I cleaned the home, prepared my daughter’s favorite dishes, dressed in my nicest clothes, and sat down to wait. Every small noise outside made me turn my head with anticipation.
But hours passed.
Night fell.
And my daughter never arrived.
When I finally realized that she was not coming, I put the food away, removed my shirt, and went to bed.
Tears streamed down my face. Maybe I’d wounded her, but all I wanted was to do the right thing.
Since then, I’ve been wondering if she’s still angry with me. Or has she simply moved on with her life, and I am no longer important?
