Three years ago, my father disowned me for choosing to marry Lucas, a carpenter he deemed unworthy, and start a family. Pregnant with triplets, I left home, building a life with Lucas despite financial struggles. His carpentry business grew, and we bought a modest home. Then, my father called, offering a “better life” for me and my
children. When he visited, he criticized our simple life, urging me to leave Lucas. I refused, proud of our love and stability. He stormed out but lingered in his car for hours, visibly broken. When he returned, he apologized, tearfully admitting his pride had blinded him. We reconciled, and he met his grandchildren, embracing his role as “Grandpa,” healing the rift between us.
