Yesterday, I randomly called an old family worker and sent him an unsolicited token of appreciation for all the good work he did for our family in earlier years. To my surprise (read disgusting shock), he called me today asking for money for fuel because his car is a "V6." 😕
My older brother missed my graduation.
No call. No message. Nothing.
Everyone kept asking, “Where is he?” and I just kept smiling, as if it didn’t matter, but it did.
That night, I muted his contact.
Three days later, there was a knock on our door.
He stood there tired, unshaven, holding a small wrapped box.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I couldn’t leave the site. If I didn’t finish that job, they wouldn’t pay me and I needed the money for this.”
Inside the box was a simple wristwatch.
“I wanted you to have something that reminds you. Your time is just starting.”
I didn’t know whether to cry or feel guilty.
Sometimes, people don’t show up the way we expect them to.
But it doesn’t mean they didn’t care.