The day of my 25th birthday started out as a joyous occasion, filled with laughter, cake, and the company of family and friends. That was until my dad arrived. My dad, now 56, had recently gone through a bitter divorce with my mom.
He had always been the absent father, more concerned with his work and social life than his family. When he did show up, it was often to criticize or belittle those around him. But today, he outdid himself.
As he entered the party, I noticed he wasn’t alone. By his side was Jess, my best friend since high school. Jess, who was my age, had always been like a sister to me.
Seeing her with my dad felt like a punch to the gut. The room fell silent, and all eyes were on them. My mom, who had been chatting with some guests, looked up and froze.
“What’s the fuss?” my dad said, clearly enjoying the attention. “Mom is here, and she’s my best friend!” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “So what?
I don’t care what she feels. It’s her problem. This is my life.
I have fun, and that’s the main thing,” he retorted. The night continued awkwardly, with my dad flaunting Jess around like a trophy. My mom tried to put on a brave face, but I could see the pain in her eyes.
Seeing her cry in the corner broke my heart. I knew I had to do something to make my dad realize the gravity of his actions. The Plan
In the days following my birthday, I couldn’t shake the image of my mom’s tear-streaked face.
My dad had always been selfish, but this was a new low. He needed to be taught a lesson, and I was determined to be the one to do it. I began devising a plan to make him regret his actions.
I started by encouraging my mom to take better care of herself. She had always been beautiful, but the stress of the divorce had taken a toll on her. We went shopping for new clothes, got her a fresh haircut, and even joined a gym together.
Slowly but surely, I could see her confidence returning. Next, I reached out to some of my dad’s old friends. They had always been close but had drifted apart after the divorce.
I knew they would be more than happy to help me with my plan. We arranged for my mom to attend a high-profile charity event that my dad would also be attending. The goal was to show him what he had lost.
The Graduation Showdown
The day of my university graduation was supposed to be a celebration of my achievements, but it turned into something much more significant. My dad arrived with Jess, as expected. They were all smiles, acting like they were the stars of the show.
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