Old Man Rejected by His Children Gets Call from Girl Asking Him to Walk Her Down the Aisle — Story of the Day

An old man neglected by his children receives a surprising call from a young woman asking him to walk her down the aisle. Intrigued, he decides to meet her and discover her identity while karma teaches his children a lesson.

John, a single parent, raised his children, Anna and Harry, with love and care despite his low-income job as a grocery cashier. When he grew old, his children abandoned him, forcing him to live in a barn while they took over his house.

One day, John receives a call from a girl named Clara, who insists he walk her down the aisle. Confused but curious, John meets her and learns she is a pregnant woman he helped months ago when she was homeless. Clara, now settled and happy, wants to honor John for his kindness.

John’s grandson, Adam, innocently shames Anna, leading to her realization and eventual reconciliation. John’s kindness to Clara brings him joy and a new family bond.

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