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My uncle had just been released, and the whole family turned their backs on him—only my mother hugged him. Until one day, when we were falling into ruin, my uncle simply said: “”Come with me, I want to show you something.”” When I arrived at that place… I froze, unable to believe what I was seeing. My father passed away when I was in fifth grade. On the day of his funeral, my mother sat beside the coffin, crying softly. The relatives? They came to offer their condolences for a moment, and then each went back home. From then on, my mother raised me alone—working at whatever she could so I could continue studying. The only one who visited us often was my uncle, my father’s younger brother. But a year later, he was imprisoned for having injured someone while drunk. People said: “”The sin of the father is never erased from the son.”” From then on, they looked down on my uncle, and treated my mother and me as if they should avoid us too. Fifteen years passed. My uncle was released. The relatives said: “”Stay away from him, he’s a disgrace!”” But my mother—a woman who had already suffered enough in life—replied: “”He’s still your father’s brother. No matter what happens, he’s still our bl:ood.”” The day my uncle returned, he was standing outside the gate: thin, tired, and carrying an old backpack full of holes. My mother smiled and opened the door: “”Come in, brother. There’s always a place for you in this house.”” From then on, my uncle lived in Dad’s old room. Every morning he went out to look for work; in the afternoons he was busy repairing the fence, sweeping the yard, and tending a small garden behind the house. One day I saw him planting something. I asked him what it was, and he just smiled and said, “”What I sow here, son, will feed the kind-hearted.”” I didn’t understand at the time, so I just laughed. Years passed, and fate tested us again. I lost my job, and Mom fell seriously ill. We sank into debt for medicines. One night, sitting in the dark, I thought about selling the house. Then my uncle came in, sat beside me, and said in a calm voice, “”When my brother passed away, your mother accepted me even though everyone else rejected me. Now it’s my turn to repay that debt of gratitude.”” “”Get ready—come with me, and don’t ask questions.”” The next day, he put Mom and me in his old car. A long drive along a road that wound through the mountains… And when we stopped there, I gasped in surprise. (To be continued in the comments 👇)
