My Dad Kicked Me Out for Marrying a Poor Man
He Cried When He Saw Me After 3 Years
“Marry him, and you’re no longer my daughter,” my father declared before disowning me. I chose Lucas, a kind carpenter with little wealth. Pregnant with triplets, we faced hardship but built a loving life. His carpentry business grew, as did our joy. Three years later, my father visited, initially judgmental of our modest home. Seeing our happiness, he whispered, “You’re not struggling. What have you done?” I replied, “We’ve built a good life.” When he urged us to leave, I stood firm. “They have everything—because we worked for it.”
He left silently but returned, tearful, admitting, “I was wrong. You’ve built something beautiful.” I forgave him. As our children ran in, one asked, “Grandpa?” Kneeling, he smiled through tears, “Yes, Grandpa’s here now.”