I wanted to surprise my son by visiting his restaurant. I wore a simple, neat dress. An arrogant woman asked me to move, pointing out my attire as unsuitable for such a place. Humiliating! The next day, my son introduced his fiancée. Can you guess who was standing at the door?
I have always lived for my son, saving every penny and living frugally. My life was simple and unadorned. I lived in a modest home, wearing the same clothes year after year, and never spending money on luxuries.
I had raised him alone, pouring all my energy and resources into his education and future.
John had grown up to be intelligent and hardworking, and he had opened his own business, making me incredibly proud.
That day, I decided to surprise my son, John, by visiting his new restaurant.
Dressed in my simple yet neat outfit, I stepped off the bus and entered the restaurant, deciding to have a modest cup of tea while waiting for my son.
The restaurant was bustling with activity, the clinking of cutlery and the soft murmur of conversations creating a warm, welcoming atmosphere. I chose a cozy table by the window, appreciating the sunlight streaming in.
As I sat there, sipping my tea and admiring the décor, a young woman with a smug expression approached my table. Her designer clothes and confident stride immediately caught my attention.
“Excuse me,” she said, her tone condescending.
I looked up, surprised and a bit confused. “Oh, I didn’t realize,” I replied politely. “There wasn’t a reservation sign on the table.”
She raised an eyebrow, her smile more of a smirk.
“That doesn’t matter. This table is meant for someone dressed a bit more… appropriately. You wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself or anyone else.”
Her words stung. I felt humiliated but didn’t want to cause a scene. I quietly gathered my things and left the restaurant.
