As a homeless kid, a single birthday gift—a crumpled dollar bill—transformed my life. I was taken in by foster parents Steve and Linda, who had eight other Black foster kids. They treated us likе their own, and Steve always made me feel special. He’d say, “Dylan, you’re just as good as anyone else.”
On my fifth birthday, my biological parents took me away, and Steve handed me a dollar bill, saying, “There’s a special message for you written on this bill. Never lose it.” Two years later, my biological parents аbаndоned me in a park.
At seven, alone and scared, I promised myself, “No more orphanages. You’re going to make it on your own.” I lived on the streets, learning to read and write from a homeless man named Jacob. He’d say, “Dylan, you’ve got to learn this. It’s your way out of here.”
Years later, I found the dollar bill again and read Steve’s message: “You are my son and always will be… With it, you will succeed, but you have to believe in yourself!” This reignited my spark.
I worked tirelessly until an elderly man, Mr. Brown, offered me a job. His mentorship led me to success, and I returned to my foster parents, showing Steve the dollar bill. He smiled and said, “Maybe it’s not the dollar but you?” Through resilience and belief, I made it.
Yesterday I was washing and cleaning the car, and then I found an earring under the seat
Yesterday, while I was cleaning the car, I found an earring under the seat. It shocked me so much that I felt sick to my stomach and even threw up right there.
I took the earring inside and confronted my husband with it, asking him angrily: “What is this!?” He responded calmly, saying: “You’re not foolish, you know what it is”.
I explained that I found it in our car, and he suddenly got defensive, claiming he must have dropped it while giving a colleague a ride. He swore it wasn’t what I suspected.
The next day, I went to his workplace and questioned his colleagues to find out who the earring belonged to. When I reached the blonde woman he often has coffee with (who insists she’s just a colleague), I asked if it was hers. She swore it wasn’t hers, reassured me that my husband loves me and would never cheat.
I’m confused and torn. I don’t know what to believe anymore. I’m considering taking the kids and going to my mom’s place.
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