A woman who was kicked out by her rich father at sixteen for taking up with a poor man ends up living on the streets with her four children after her husband died.
Steve Walton was far from thrilled when his butler told him that Pastor Morris was waiting to see him. He was tired after a long flight from Singapore and in no mood for the man’s lectures or pleas for support for the community.
He had the pastor shown in and waved an impatient hand at his greeting. “Get on with it, man!” he snapped. “What is it that you want this time?”
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“Mr. Walton, I saw Susan,” the pastor said quietly, and Steve’s heart nearly stopped. His only daughter had left his house nearly fifteen years before, never to be seen again…
“Susan?” Steve cried anxiously. “Where? When? How is she?”
“I was in Los Angeles, helping out a friend who has a mission among the homeless and that’s where I saw her,” the pastor said.
“She was a volunteer? Did you tell her I’ve been looking for her?” asked Steve.
“No,” Pastor Morris said gently. “She wasn’t a volunteer, Mr. Walton. She’s homeless. She and her children are living in a car.”
Steve found himself so dizzy he had to sit down. “Homeless? My Susan? Children?” he gasped.
“I’m afraid so,” the pastor said. “And she wouldn’t even listen to me when I told her to come home.”
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“But why?” asked Steve angrily. “She’s not with that loser anymore, is she?”
“Her husband passed away three years ago, Mr. Walton,” the pastor explained. “And she told me she wouldn’t bring her children into a house where their father is despised.”
Steve Walton felt that old familiar wave of rage sweep through him. Fifteen years later, Susan was still defying him! He remembered the scene in his study, and Susan’s steady eyes looking into his as he ranted.
“Pregnant at sixteen, and by the GARDNER!” he’d screamed. “Well, we are going to have THAT taken care of, and HE’S fired! You will never see that man again!”
“THAT is my baby, daddy,” Susan had said in a tremulous voice. “And HE is the man I love. I’m going to marry him.”
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“You marry that man and you’re on your own, Susan, do you hear?” Steve shouted furiously. “No more money, nothing! You marry him and you get out of my house!”
Susan had looked at him with tears in her eyes. “I love you, daddy,” she’d said. Then she turned around and walked away. Even though Steve had set detectives to find her, no one had been able to trace her.
“How many children?” he asked Pastor Morris.
“Four,” the pastor said. “Three girls and a boy. Beautiful children.”
Steve picked up his phone and spat out orders for his plane to be readied. “Pastor, would you come with me to Los Angeles, take me to my little girl?” he asked quietly.
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The pastor nodded, and within two hours, the two men were on board Steve’s private jet winging their way south. There was a limo waiting for them, and the pastor directed them to a parking lot outside a large mall.
At the furthest end of the lot, a pickup truck was parked, with a tent set up at the back. Pastor Morris had told Steve that when Susan’s husband died in a work accident, the insurance company had refused to pay out and the bank foreclosed on the mortgage.
Susan had piled the children and their few belongings into the old pickup. She worked at the mall as a cleaner. She and the children used the mall’s facilities and bought whatever was leftover at the restaurants at the end of the night.
Still, she had managed to keep the four children fed, clean, and in school. As the two men approached the truck, they heard cheerful voices and laughter. Then two children tumbled out of the back.
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The biggest girl, about fourteen, was laughing as she tickled a boy of about seven. The children stopped and gaped at Steve and Pastor Morris. “Mom!” the girl yelled. “That old preacher friend of yours is here!”
A well-remembered voice asked from inside the tent, “Preacher Morris?” Then Susan climbed out and Steve could see the shock in her face when she saw him standing next to the pastor.
“Daddy?” she asked, and her eyes filled with tears.
Steve was shocked. His daughter was barely thirty-one, but she looked much older. Her face was worn and lined with worry and suffering, her hands coarsened by hard work.
“Susan,” Steve cried. “Look at you! Look at what HE did to my princess! I wanted so much for you! And you married that loser! What could he give you? Poverty?”
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Susan shook her head and said, “He loved me, daddy, and he gave me 4 beautiful children. He died, and I had nowhere to go, but I’ve done what I can for my children. I will always love the father of my children, daddy, just like I’ve always loved you.”
Steve found that he had tears running down his face. “Forgive me, Susan,” he sobbed. “Please forgive me. Come home, I want you all to come home with me. Let me help you take care of the children!”
Steve found himself holding his weeping daughter and knew that everything was going to be alright. Susan introduced him to his three granddaughters, then she placed her hand on the boy’s shoulder. “And this,” she smiled, “is little Stevie!”
“You named him after me?” Steve asked, astounded. “After what I did?”
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“I love you, daddy,” she said softly. “Don’t you know that?”
That afternoon, they all flew home to Texas. It was the beginning of a better life for all of them.
What can we learn from this story?
- Love and accept your children unconditionally. Steve was furious with Susan for loving a poor man and made the biggest mistake of his life by losing his daughter.
- Don’t judge people for their wealth or influence. Steve hated his son-in-law because he was poor, but he was a loving husband to Susan and a dedicated dad.
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Neighbor Kept Staring into My Window for Weeks – Fed Up, I Taught Him an Unforgettable Lesson
Ever had that eerie feeling of being watched in your own home? I did, and it wasn’t just a feeling—it was my creepy neighbor peering into my windows every chance he got. Fed up and desperate for privacy, I devised a plan to scare him off.
It started with a simple observation, one that quickly twisted into an unsettling routine. My name is Lisa, and I live on the ground floor of a charming converted house, complete with a lush backyard and a stunning wall of windows.
Those windows were the reason I fell in love with this place, flooding my apartment with sunlight, perfect for my beloved plants.
Lisa standing inside her house | Source: Midjourney
Spring had just started to blossom, and I was relishing the warmth that filled my home. The big backyard of my neighbors was only about 10-15 feet from my windows. This proximity never bothered me until I noticed something strange.
The husband next door seemed to have developed an uncanny interest in my living space. At first, I brushed it off as a coincidence, but soon it became clear; he was staring into my apartment, often for minutes on end.
Lisa’s neighbor watching by the window | Source: Midjourney
“Hey, Maggie, guess what?” I said, a mix of frustration and unease evident in my voice when I called my best friend.
“My creepy neighbor keeps watching my apartment. It’s been weeks!”
Maggie’s voice cracked through the phone, equal parts shocked and concerned. “Are you serious? That’s beyond weird, Lisa. Have you talked to him or his wife about it?”
Lisa chatting with her friend Maggie on the phone | Source: Midjourney
“I haven’t. I just… I don’t know how to bring it up without sounding paranoid. Plus, I started shutting the shades during the day, but that makes my place so dark. My poor plants are suffering,” I replied, glancing at the drooping leaves of my once-thriving ferns.
“You can’t live like this,” Maggie insisted. “There has to be something you can do.”
She was right. I couldn’t continue like this, feeling watched in my own home. After a restless night of tossing and turning, I had an idea.
Lisa in deep thought | Source: Midjourney
What if I could make it so he couldn’t see the inside of my home anymore, without sacrificing the light she enjoys? The next day, I did some research and found the perfect solution: one-way mirror window coverings. They promised privacy without blocking the sunlight. I ordered them right away, and they arrived within days.
I spent an entire Saturday meticulously installing the coverings. From the inside, my apartment looked almost the same, just a bit darker.
But from the outside, it was a different story entirely—the windows now looked like perfect mirrors. No one could see in, not even the prying eyes of my nosy neighbor.
Lisa’s house | Source: Midjourney
A few days later, I noticed him standing in his backyard again. He approached the fence, eyes squinting as he tried to peer into my apartment, but all he could see was his own confused reflection.
No sooner had I basked in the satisfaction of my mirrored windows than trouble knocked on my door.
I opened it to find my neighbors; the glaring husband and his equally irate wife. They were both in their early forties. The husband’s face was red with anger as his wife crossed her arms over her chest tightly. Their fury was palpable.
Lisa’s angry neighbors | Source: Midjourney
“Is there a problem?” I asked, trying to sound calm despite the knot tightening in my stomach.
“Yeah, there is,” the husband spat out. “We need you to take those damn mirrors down.”
His wife, slightly more composed but no less angry, chimed in, “They’re ugly, and they’re causing all sorts of problems for us.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Ugly?”
“Yes, ugly,” she snapped. “And it’s uncomfortable for our teens. Their friends refuse to come over anymore because they feel like they’re being watched.”
Lisa having a confrontation with her neighbor | Source: Midjourney
I couldn’t help but smirk at the irony. “Being watched? That’s funny, considering your husband has been staring at my apartment for weeks.”
The husband’s face grew even redder. “I wasn’t staring. I was just… looking.”
“Looking for what? An invasion of privacy?” I shot back.
The wife interjected, her tone growing more desperate. “It’s not just about that. The mirrors reflect so much sunlight into our backyard in the afternoon and evening. We can’t even enjoy dinner on our porch without being blinded.”
Lisa’s angry neighbors | Source: Midjourney
“Look, I’m sorry for the inconvenience,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “But I value my privacy. Your husband staring into my home made me extremely uncomfortable.”
The husband took a step closer, his voice low and threatening. “This is our home too. You need to take those mirrors down.”
I stood my ground. “No, I don’t. I have every right to protect my privacy. Maybe you should focus on respecting it instead.”
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The tension was thick, and for a moment, I thought the husband might lose it. But the wife pulled him back, her expression mixed with frustration.
“This isn’t over,” she warned before turning and marching back to their yard, her husband reluctantly following.
The next morning, I knew the confrontation wasn’t over. The man’s wife, still furious, banged on my door again. This time, I was ready.
Lisa ready to face her neighbors | Source: Midjourney
I opened the door and held up my phone, scrolling through a series of photos I’d taken over the past weeks. Each one showed her husband, caught in the act, staring into my windows. His face was unmistakable.
“Look at this,” I said, shoving the phone toward her. “Your husband has been invading my privacy, and I have proof.”
Her eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought she might back down. Instead, she exploded.
“How dare you!” she screamed. “You seduced my husband! You knew exactly what you were doing with those windows!”
Lisa’s angry neighbor | Source: Midjourney
I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure. “Excuse me? I put up those windows because your husband couldn’t keep his eyes to himself. That’s not seduction, that’s self-defense.”
She started to scream louder, her accusations becoming more frantic. “You’re a homewrecker! You did this on purpose to ruin our lives!”
Fed up, I calmly closed the door in her face. Her muffled shouts echoed through the hallway as I locked the door, my heart pounding. This had gone far enough.
Lisa after closing the door on her angry neighbor | Source: Midjourney
Over the next few days, angry letters started coming, each one more aggressive than the last, demanding that I take down the mirrors. I felt both anger and disbelief at their audacity. They were trying to bully me into submission, but they had no idea who they were dealing with.
Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I went around the neighborhood, knocking on doors and asking if anyone else had experienced something similar. To my surprise, several neighbors confirmed my suspicions.
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They had also noticed the husband peeping into their windows. Some had even captured photo and video evidence of his creepy behavior.
“You’re not alone, Lisa,” said Mrs. Peterson, an elderly woman who lived a few houses down. “That man has been lurking around our backyard too. My husband caught him on camera last week.”
Another neighbor, a young man named Jake, nodded in agreement. “Yeah, he’s been peeping into our place as well. My girlfriend has been freaking out about it for months.”
Lisa’s neighbor Jake | Source: Midjourney
We gathered in my living room, a small group of neighbors united by our shared experiences. The photos and videos we had collected painted a disturbing picture. This wasn’t just about my privacy; this man had been violating the privacy of our entire community.
“Something has to be done,” I said, determination hardening my voice. “We can’t let him get away with this.”
Neighbors having a meeting at Lisa’s house | Source: Midjourney
The following week, our small group of neighbors marched into the local police station. Armed with photos, videos, and a strong sense of justice, we filed a group report against the man who had been invading our privacy for far too long. The officers took our statements seriously, promising to investigate the matter thoroughly.
Word spread quickly, and it wasn’t long before a local journalist got wind of the story. She interviewed several of us, piecing together a narrative that highlighted the man’s creepy behavior and our collective stand against him.
A journalist interviewing several people in Lisa’s neighborhood | Source: Midjourney
The following days were a whirlwind of relief and vindication. The couple stopped coming to my house with their demands. Instead, they began avoiding me entirely. I could sense their shame and embarrassment, which only added to my satisfaction.
A few days later, I bumped into Jake in the hallway.
“Hey, Lisa,” he greeted me. “Things have been pretty quiet around here, huh?”
I nodded. “Yeah, it’s been great. No more creepy neighbors lurking around.”
“Guess they finally got the message,” Jake said with a grin. “Thanks for taking the lead on this.”
Lisa and Jake talking while walkind down a street | Source: Midjourney
“Anytime,” I replied. “Sometimes, standing up for yourself is the only way to make things right.”
As Jake walked away, I felt a wave of contentment wash over me. The ordeal had been stressful, but it was worth it. I had my privacy back, and I wasn’t alone in this battle anymore. Together, we had made our neighborhood a safer, more comfortable place to live.
I looked out at the setting sun, casting a warm glow over my mirrored windows. The ordeal was finally behind me, and my home was once again my sanctuary.
“Privacy, at last,” I whispered, closing the door and letting the peace settle in.
Lisa closing her front door | Source: Midjourney
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