Woman Humiliated Me at a Restaurant, but the Next Day, She Appeared at My Door as My DIL – Story of the Day

I wanted to surprise my son by visiting his restaurant. I wore a simple, neat dress and ordered a modest cup of tea. Suddenly, an arrogant woman asked me to move, humiliating me by pointing out my attire as unsuitable for such a place. Feeling humiliated, I went home. The next day, my son came for lunch to introduce his fiancée. Can you guess who was standing at the door?

I have always lived for my son, saving every penny and living frugally. My life was simple and unadorned. I lived in a modest home, wearing the same clothes year after year, and never spending money on luxuries.

I had raised him alone, pouring all my energy and resources into his education and future. John had grown up to be intelligent and hardworking, and he had opened his own business, making me incredibly proud. That day, I decided to surprise my son, John, by visiting his new restaurant.

Dressed in my simple yet neat outfit, I stepped off the bus and entered the restaurant, deciding to have a modest cup of tea while waiting for my son.

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