Son Mocks His Poor Mom Every Day, Finds a Note after Emergency Takes Her Away

A boy constantly mocks his mother for being poor and not providing him with a rich lifestyle like his friends, but he realizes how wrong he is when karma catches up with him.




“Mom! Mom!” Justin cried happily as he got home from school. “Can we please go shopping this weekend? I need to buy new shoes! Actually, I saw these super cool Nike sneakers, and I really want to get them!”

“Ummm, honey,” his mother, Laura, hesitated. “Can we please push it to next month? I need to sort the monthly bills first, and since you know I was on leave for a few days this month, I’m afraid I can’t get it for you this time.”

“But mom!” Justin frowned. “We have a school trek next week, and all of my friends are going. I wouldn’t have asked for new shoes, but the ones I have are quite old, and the soles have started to wear away. Please, please, mom….Come on….”

“I’m sorry, Justin,” Laura said. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to buy the shoes. Can you please forgo the trek this time? I promise that when I get my next paycheck, we’ll buy your shoes first.”

“What? You can’t be serious, mom! You always do this! This is not over!”

“Justin, please. I already have a lot of work to finish. We can discuss that later. Come, have lunch. The food’s getting cold.”

“Leave it, mom. I’m not hungry. You can go back to your work! I won’t go on the trek, and it’s because of you! I HATE YOU FOR THIS, MOM! I REALLY HATE YOU, AND I MEAN IT!” Justin said as he dashed to his room and slammed the door behind him.





“Sorry for troubling you all the time, mom. I’ve always been a bad son to you, but you still loved and cared for me. I’m sorry that I hurt you so much. I will try to become a good boy. You’re the best mom in the world, mom. I love you!”

Laura cried when she read the note and hugged him. “I love you too, honey. Mom never hated you for anything. Thank you for making such a lovely card. I loved it.”

“I’m sorry, mom,” Justin said. “I could have tried to be nicer to you. I don’t want shoes or PlayStation, mom. I just want you to come home soon.”

Justin made a card for Laura | Photo: Pexels

Thanks to that fateful day, Justin became a much better person and a thousand times better son. When Laura returned home from the hospital two weeks later, he arranged a grand welcome party for her with Mrs. Clemments’ help, but that wasn’t all.

He bought her a beautiful dress as a gift with the advance money he’d earned by working part-time at a diner. He also promised Laura that he would help her with her monthly expenses so that she would not have to work three jobs at the same time.

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