Everything was going fine until he suddenly lost his job. Then his wife packed her things and left with one of their children. He had nothing left except the little girl who stayed with him to feed and care for her. He started carrying blocks at a construction site.

 But just when things got too hard to bear, something happened that nobody expected. Why did his wife return when it was already too late? Did he forgive her? Sit back and find out as we dive into this powerful and emotional story. Mr. Donald was a happy man. He lived in a beautiful apartment in Abuja. His wife Helen was always well-dressed. People said they were the perfect couple.

 They had two daughters, Sandra and little Tina. Tina was 6 years old, full of joy. Every evening, she would run to her daddy and climb on his lap. Daddy, tell me a story. she would say with her small voice. And Mr. Donald never said no. He would open a book and read slowly, pointing at the pictures. Tina would laugh and clap her hands. Sometimes she would fall asleep right there on his chest.

 He would carry her gently to her bed, kiss her forehead, and whisper, “Good night, my little princess.” Helen would watch from the doorway, smiling. To the outside world, this family had it all. love, peace, and money. But behind that big gate, something was already going wrong, and no one saw it coming. Mr.

 Donald loved his family so much, he spent money to make them smile, even if it meant nothing was left in his pocket. “Let them enjoy life,” he would always say. One year, he took them all on a twoe trip to Dubai. It was a lot of fun. They visited nice places, ate good food, and laughed every day. Mr. Donald did plenty of shopping for his wife and kids.

 He bought gold earrings for Helen, fancy clothes for Sandra, and toys for little Tina. Everyone came back happy. One night, Mr. Donald lay in bed, open his wallet, and smile. Inside, there was a photo of Helen and the girls by a water fountain in Dubai. That’s my world, he whispered to himself. But what he didn’t know was that the same wallet full of love would soon be the same wallet that breaks his heart. Mr.

 

 Donald gave his family everything he could. He didn’t just give them money, he gave them time. He gave them love. Every birthday in their house was like a small party ground. Cakes with many layers. Clowns that made the children laugh. Bouncing castles in the compound. One day, Helen’s birthday came.

 She didn’t expect anything special, but Donald had been planning a surprise for weeks. That morning, he told her, “Close your eyes.” “Don’t open them until I say so.” She smiled and covered her face with both hands. He led her outside. “Now open,” he said. Helen opened her eyes and screamed. A red car stood in front of her, shining under the sun.

 She jumped and hugged him tight. Donald, oh my god, are you serious? He smiled and whispered into her ear, “You’re the queen of this house. You deserve the world.” Helen broke down in tears. Sandra clapped her hands. Tina danced around the car excitedly. Later that evening, the whole house was still full of joy.

 Music in the living room, smiles everywhere. After dinner, Donald did what he always did. He helped Sandra with her schoolwork. He read Tina her bedtime story. Then he kissed both of them on their foreheads and knelt beside their bed. He looked at them for a long time, then closed his eyes. God, he prayed quietly. Please protect my girls. I can’t live without them.

 Those were the sweet days. Days of peace. Days of smiles. But while Donald was busy loving his family, something dark was already walking into their lives and none of them could see it. At work, Donald was known as the family man. His friends always liked to have him go out with them after work. They would smile and say, “Donald, come with us.

 Let’s go out and relax. Let’s forget about this work stress.” But Donald would always laugh and shake his head. No, thank you. You guys can go ahead. I just want to go home. One of them looked surprised. Home again? Everyday? Home? Donald smiled gently. My daughters are waiting. My wife made my favorite. Yam porridge.

They all laughed and shook their heads. One of them said, “You’re too soft. Your wife has you wrapped around her finger.” But Donald didn’t mind their jokes. To him, going home was not just about eating food. It was about peace. It was about joy. It was the reward for all his hard work. The next morning, Mr. Donald walked into his office like every other day.

 He greeted the secretary with a smile. “Good morning, Grace. How are the kids?” “I’m fine, sir,” she said. But her smile was weak. Before he could sit down, his office phone rang. “Mr. Donald, please come to the conference room now.” It was the HR manager. He grabbed his file and walked down the hall. His heart started beating faster.

Something didn’t feel right. When he entered the room, his boss and three other top staff were already seated. Their faces were hard. No one smiled. “Please sit,” the boss said. Donald sat down slowly. Then came the words. “Mr. Donald, we found a problem in your department. A lot of company money is missing.” Donald’s eyes widened.

Sir, what do you mean? The boss folded his hands. Over 25 million naira is gone and your name is on the papers. Donald stood up from his chair, shocked. But I didn’t take any money. I don’t even handle the accounts directly. The room was silent. Then the HR manager handed him a brown envelope. I’m afraid we have to let you go.

 This is your formal termination letter. You can leave now. Donald held the envelope with shaking hands. He looked around the room. No one said a word. As he walked out of the building, staff members avoided his eyes. Nobody asked questions. Nobody cared to hear the truth. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

 And this was just the beginning. Donald got home that evening looking tired and broken. He didn’t greet anyone. He just walked straight to the bedroom and sat on the bed. His shirt was still tucked in. His tie was still around his neck.

 He held the sack letter in his hand, staring at it like it would disappear if he looked long enough. Just 5 minutes later, he heard a loud knock at the gate. Bang! Bang! Bang! Helen rushed out of the kitchen. “Who is that?” Before Donald could speak, the knock came again, louder. He stood up slowly, walked outside, and opened the gate. Two police vans were already parked in front of the compound.

Four officers stepped down. One of them pointed at Donald. “Are you, Mr. Donald?” “Yes,” he replied quietly. “We’re here to collect all company items in your house. That includes the cars.” Helen ran out to the veranda. “Wait, what’s happening?” Donald raised his hand to calm her. “Please, I’ll handle it.” The police entered the compound and looked around.

 “That’s the company car,” one officer said, pointing to Donald’s black SUV. They opened it and started checking the inside. Then another one pointed to Helen’s red car. The one Donald had surprised her with on her birthday. And that one, too. Helen’s eyes widened. No, that car is mine. My husband gave it to me. The officer looked at her calmly. Madam, the car was bought under a company loan.

 The full payment was never completed, so it still belongs to the company. Helen looked down. Her face was full of worry. The officers drove both cars out of the compound. Helen turned to Donald again. “So, what happens to us now? What about the children?” Her voice was shaking. Her hands were shaking. Donald looked down at the ground. He had no answer.

The same man who gave everything now had nothing to give. The gate closed behind the police. The silence left behind was heavy. And deep inside, Donald knew this was only the beginning. The next evening, Helen had just returned from work. She walked into the house holding her phone and her handbag. Donald stood up quickly from the couch. “Good evening, sweetheart,” he greeted softly.

“I just came back from the office. I spoke to the CEO himself.” Helen looked at him but said nothing. Donald took a step closer. He told me they’ve started a full investigation. He said that once they find out I didn’t take the money, they will reinstate me. I’ll get my job back. Helen crossed her arms.

 So, you’re saying you didn’t take the money? Come on, sweetheart. Do you really think I’m capable of stealing? I swear on everything I love, I didn’t steal from the company. Helen looked him up and down. Then you better pray they find the truth, she said sharply. Because we can’t live like this. Then she turned and walked away. Donald stood there frozen for the first time in years. He felt like a stranger in his own house.

And that night, while his daughter slept peacefully, he lay wide awake, wondering if love could truly disappear just like that. It had been one full month since Donald lost his job. That afternoon, he went to the supermarket to buy bread and a few things for the children. As he turned into the aisle with milk and cereals, he heard a familiar voice.

Donald, good afternoon. It was Jessica, Helen’s close friend. She walked up to him with a big smile. Congratulations. You married a strong woman. That promotion was not small. Donald smiled warmly. Ah, thank you, Jessica. Yes, I’m really proud of her. She’s been working so hard. We’re truly grateful.

 Jessica nodded. I’m so happy for her. God really lifted her. Please tell her I send my regards, she added, waving as she walked off. Donald kept smiling until she was gone. Then he turned back to the shelf, quiet. Later that evening, when he got home, he walked straight to the bedroom. Helen was on her laptop. Donald smiled. Sweetheart, I heard the great news today. I’m happy for you.

 Helen looked up slowly. Her face was stiff. And so why are you happy? Donald paused. Because your win is our win. Helen closed her laptop and stood up. My money is my money. Don’t expect me to feed you or take care of this house. He raised his hands gently. I’m not saying you should carry the whole family.

 I know you’re working hard for your money, but I was just hoping you could stand in for a while, just till I get another job. Helen’s face tightened. Stand in for what? feed you? No, Donald said quickly. I’m not dumping everything on you. I just need time. I’ve sent out my CV. I’ve spoken to people. Something will come. But until then, I thought Helen cut him off.

 You thought what? That I would start carrying your shame. Donald’s eyes widened. Shame? Helen pointed at him. You didn’t ask for my opinion when you decided to disgrace this family by stealing from your company. Donald’s mouth fell open. I didn’t steal anything, Helen. You know that. Helen hissed. The company thinks you did. That’s all that matters.

 Now I’m the one walking with my head down every day while you sit at home waiting for help. Donald looked at her with pain in his eyes. So that’s how you see me now? Helen didn’t answer. She walked past him out of the room without looking back. Donald sat on the bed, staring at the floor. The house was quiet, too quiet. And for the first time, it didn’t feel like home anymore. The next morning, Donald was lying in bed, eyes closed. He hadn’t slept much.

 He was still thinking about what Helen said last night. Then Helen, who was sleeping beside Donald, opened her eyes and sat up. She tapped Donald’s shoulder. She didn’t say good morning. She just shouted, “Lazy man, get up. Are you waiting for the angels to come and make breakfast for the kids? Go and get the kids ready for school.

 Donald sat up slowly. His eyes were red, but not from sleep, from pain. He didn’t say anything. He quietly stood up, picked up his shirt from the chair, and walked out of the room. He went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. There were eggs, bread, and a little milk. He brought them out and started cooking.

 In the middle of frying the eggs, he paused. He leaned on the counter and held his chest. His heart was heavy. Then he heard little Tina’s voice from the hallway. Daddy, I’m ready for school. He wiped his eyes, quickly put on a smile, and went to serve the food. At the dining table, Donald placed the plates in front of the girls.

 Tina looked up and asked, “Daddy, are you not eating?” Donald smiled weakly. “Later, my dear. Eat your food so you won’t be late. Tina smiled back and started eating. Helen walked in. She sat down and took one bite. Then she hissed loudly. What is this? So you cannot even fry egg properly? She said sharply. She dropped the spoon and pushed the plate away.

 I don’t blame you. All you do now is sit at home and cook rubbish. Little Tina asked, “Mommy, why are you talking to daddy like that?” Helen’s face turned angry. If I hear you say pim again, I’ll squeeze your loudmouth shut. Donald looked at her speechless. Helen stood up, grabbed her bag, and stormed out of the house. Donald stood there, hands shaking slightly.

 He looked at his daughters, Sandra and little Tina, and forced another smile. Eat well, okay, daddy is here. But inside, something was breaking. Things had changed. And the man who once gave everything was now being treated like nothing. Donald sat on the couch with his phone in his hand. The room felt hot and quiet. He dialed another number. His voice was weak.

 Good afternoon, sir. Please. I can work any job. I just need a chance. The man on the other end said, “Sorry, we are not hiring now.” Then the call ended. Donald dropped the phone on the table and held his head with both hands. He had sent CV to different companies. He had gone for interviews, but nothing came out of it. No one wanted him.

 Later that day, he stood by the window watching children walk home from school. Some were laughing, some were eating snacks. His eyes followed them as they passed the gate. Then he spoke to himself very quietly. 4 months now, nothing, no job, no hope. He looked thin. His eyes were red. His hair was rough. He touched his shirt. It was getting old, just like how he was feeling inside.

 He closed the curtain and sat back down. The house was silent, but his heart was loud with worry. That evening, Donald was in the living room going through his phone again. Suddenly, Helen’s voice shouted from the kitchen, “Donald! Donald, come here right now.” He stood up quickly and walked to the kitchen.

 The sink was full of dirty plates. Pots were on the kitchen counter. The bin was full. Helen pointed at the mess and shouted, “Why didn’t you wash the dishes? What were you doing all day?” Donald spoke softly. “I was making calls. I’ve been trying to reach people. I’m trying, Helen.” She turned to him with fire in her eyes.

 “Trying? You call this trying?” she shouted. Donald didn’t say anything. Then Helen pointed her finger at him and said, “You are full of bad luck. Since you lost that job, this house has been full of stress. Donald looked down at the floor. His lips were tight. He wanted to speak, but the words were stuck. Helen shook her head, picked her bag, and walked away. Donald stood in the kitchen alone.

He turned to the sink, and started washing the plates one by one. It was a hot afternoon. Donald sat quietly on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He hadn’t eaten anything since morning. Suddenly, his phone rang. He looked at the screen. It was Mr. Agbo, his landlord.

 Donald’s heart started beating fast. He knew why he was calling. He picked the call. Hello, sir. Donald. Mr. Agbo’s voice was calm, but firm. I’m calling to remind you that your house rent is already 2 weeks overdue. What’s going on? Donald stood up slowly and walked to the window. I’m so sorry, sir. There’s been a little challenge at my workplace, but I’m doing everything I can to sort it out.

 There was silence for a few seconds. Then Mr. Agbo spoke again. I understand, Donald. You’ve always paid on time in the past, but I can’t keep waiting. I’ll give you just two more weeks. If I don’t see payment after that, I’m afraid you’ll have to leave the house. Donald closed his eyes. I understand, sir.

 Thank you for the time. I’ll try my best. They ended the call. Donald sat down again. He leaned forward and placed his face in his hands. 2 weeks. That was all the time he had. That night after dinner, the children had gone to bed. The house was quiet. Donald sat at the edge of the bed beside Helen. She was on her phone scrolling. He cleared his throat.

 Helen, there’s something I need to tell you. She looked at him without smiling. The landlord called today. Our rent is due. 2 weeks have already passed. And he said, “If we don’t pay within the next 2 weeks, we’ll have to leave.” Helen sighed and continued scrolling. Donald spoke gently. “Please, I need your help.

Just this once.” Helen didn’t say anything. Donald went on. I spoke to the CEO of my company. I asked about the investigation and this is what he told me. Donald, I know you to be a good man, but my hands are tied. I can’t do anything until the investigation is finished. If you’re found not guilty, you’ll be reinstated. He looked into her eyes. So, please, my love, help us.

 Just pay this rent for now. I promise you things will be okay soon. Helen turned slowly and looked at him. Then she laughed cold and bitter. What are you saying, Donald? She asked. That I should use my hard-earned money to pay for this house? She shook her head. Never. I don’t care how you plan to do it, but I will not pay a dime. Donald looked at her in shock. This is our home, he said.

Where the children sleep. Helen turned to the other side of the bed. I said what I said, she replied. Good night. She switched off the light and left him sitting in the dark. Donald sat there holding his hands together. 2 weeks. Only two weeks to save the house. And he was on his own. 10 days had passed.

 only four days left. Donald sat outside the house looking at the sky. He had lost so much weight. He hardly spoke anymore. His daughter Tina came out and sat beside him. “Daddy, are you okay?” she asked, holding his hand. Donald forced a smile. “I’m fine, my princess. You don’t laugh with me like before,” she said softly. Donald looked at her face.

 He blinked fast so the tears wouldn’t fall. I’m just thinking, Tina, but I’ll be okay. She hugged him. Don’t worry, Daddy. God will help us. He nodded and kissed her forehead. That same morning, Donald stood up with a new thought in his mind. There’s only one person I know who can help me. He said to himself.

 He took his phone and called Lucas, a friend he once helped with millions when his shop got burnt. Lucas picked the call. Donald, my guy, he said with a laugh. Long time. I’m fine, Lucas. Donald said, can I come see you today? We’ll be free in the evening. Of course, Donald, you can come anytime, Lucas replied.

 2 hours later, they sat at Lucas’s new office. My friend, you’re looking emaciated, Lucas said smiling. Donald smiled faintly. Lucas, I won’t waste time. I came because I need your help. I’ve been down for some months. The company is still doing investigation and now my landlord gave me two weeks to pay rent or leave and the two weeks have almost elapsed. Lucas leaned back in his chair.

H I feel bad for you, Donald, but I don’t really have money right now. I just sent some funds to China for my next goods. There’s nothing available at the moment. Donald looked at him quietly. But I gave you millions when your shop got burnt. Lucas frowned. You know, business is slow currently. I might help later, but right now there’s really nothing I can do.

 Donald nodded slowly and stood up. All right, thank you. He left the office. The sun was hot, but his heart felt even hotter. He tried calling some of his old colleagues from the office. One said, “Bro, I just paid my mom’s hospital bills.” Another said, “I haven’t received my salary yet.

” Another one didn’t even answer his call. The next morning, Donald woke up to loud movements in the room. He sat up slowly, confused. He looked around and saw Helen folding clothes into bags. She was packing in a hurry. Hers and the children’s. “Tina, Sandra, bring your shoes,” she shouted. Donald got up and walked to the door, his heartbeat fast.

 “Helen, what are you doing?” he asked quietly. Helen didn’t answer. She picked the girl’s books, shoes, and uniforms, and threw them into a big black bag. Helen, talk to me. What is going on? She finally looked at him. I’m going to my parents’ mansion. I’ve had enough. Donald blinked. You didn’t even tell me. There’s nothing to tell. She snapped. I’m not paying the rent. I’m not staying here. I need peace.

 Donald stepped closer. Helen, please, let’s talk about this. The children. The children are coming with me, she said, folding more clothes. They can’t live in this kind of house. No light, no food, no happiness. Donald shook his head slowly. But I’m trying. I’m doing my best. I’ve done my best, too, Donald. I’m done. I won’t let this place drain me.

 I’m not staying here to suffer. She zipped the last bag and turned to call the children. Tina. Sandra, let’s go. Sandra came out already dressed, but Tina stood by the door with her hands folded. Helen frowned. Tina, why are you standing there? Go and wear your dress. Tina shook her head slowly. I’m not going. Helen’s voice rose.

 What do you mean you’re not going? Are you okay? I want to stay with Daddy, Tina said, her voice calm but firm. Donald was surprised. He walked to her and knelt beside her. My princess, please go with mommy. There’s no food here. Nothing to take care of you. Tina looked into his eyes. If you’re here, I want to be here, too. I don’t want to leave you. Donald’s eyes became wet with tears. His voice was soft. I love you, my child.

 But I don’t want you to suffer. I will not suffer. I just want to be with you, she said. Helen clapped her hands in shock. Donald, so this is what you’ve been teaching her behind my back. No, he said quickly. I begged her to follow you. Helen hissed and turned to Tina. If you like, don’t follow me. Stay here.

 Hunger will deal with you. She grabbed Sandra’s hand and stormed out with her bags. The door slammed shut behind them. Donald bent down and hugged Tina tight. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he whispered, “No matter what happens, I will make sure you never go to bed with an empty stomach.” Tina held him close. “I believe you, Daddy.

” The next day, Donald was sweeping the sitting room when he heard a knock on the door. He paused and looked at the door. “Who is that?” he asked. No answer. He walked slowly to the door and opened it. A man stood there holding a brown envelope. “Are you Mr. Donald?” he asked. Donald nodded. “Take,” the man said.

 He gave him the envelope and walked away quickly without another word. Donald closed the door slowly, looking confused. He sat down and opened the envelope with shaky hands. Inside was a paper. He opened it. His heart stopped. It was a divorce paper from Helen, his own wife, the mother of his children. He read the first line again, his eyes filled with tears. “No,” he whispered. “No, Helen.

Why?” He dropped the paper on the floor. His hands touched his head. Then he sat on the ground and leaned against the wall. His eyes turned red. His mouth was dry. It felt like the walls were closing in on him. He sat there for hours. No food, no water, just silence. His whole world was falling apart.

 And now even the woman he loved was no longer his. The next morning, Donald stood in the sitting room looking around. No job, no money, and only 2 days left before the landlord’s deadline. He looked at the things he had left. the TV, the fridge, the furniture. Later that afternoon, Donald picked up his phone and opened a free ad website.

 He took pictures of his TV, fridge, and chairs and posted them for sale. The caption read, “Urtent sale, working TV, fridge, and chairs. Buyer needed today. At least if he could sell them, he could raise money and move into a small one room apartment.” Just 2 hours later, his phone rang. A man called, “Good afternoon, sir.

 I saw your advert online. I’m interested in the items. Are they still available? Yes, Donald replied quickly. Everything is in good condition. Okay, the man said, if I come this evening and I like what I see, I’ll pay immediately and take them. Donald’s heart lifted a little. That’s fine. I’ll send you my address now. By 5:30 p.m., the man arrived in a van.

 He was dressed neatly and looked serious. He came into the house and looked around. The man smiled. “These things are very clean. You took care of them.” “Yes,” Donald said. “I just need to sell them urgently.” “No problem,” the man replied. He brought out his phone. “Give me your account number.” Donald called out his account number. The man typed it in. He showed Donald the screen.

 It was a debit alert for 740,000 naira. as agreed. “Payment done,” the man said. Donald’s phone beeped almost at the same time. A message came in. He smiled. “Thank you, sir.” “No problem,” the man said. He called the driver and they began to load the items into the van.

 “TV gone, fridge gone, all the furniture gone.” Then they drove off. Donald stood by the door and waved goodbye. For the first time in a long while, he felt a small hope inside him. Later that night, he went to a nearby supermarket to get beverages. He picked a tin of milk, a tin of malted chocolate drinks, bread, and a bottle of water. At the counter, he gave the cashier his ATM card.

 She inserted it and tried. Then she tried again. Sir, it’s saying insufficient funds. Donald frowned. Try again. There should be 746,000 naira in that account. She tried again. Same thing. Donald quickly picked his phone and opened his bank app. He checked the balance. His eyes widened. Only 6,000 naira was in the account. His last money. The transfer was fake. His legs felt weak.

 He walked out of the supermarket in silence. He sat on the pavement outside and called the number the buyer used. Switched off, he called again. Still switched off. He stared at the road, his hands shaking. It was then it hit him. He had been scammed. Everything he owned was gone, and the only thing he had left was pain.

 As Donald was still seated there on the pavement outside the supermarket holding his head, his hands were shaking. His eyes were red. His whole body felt weak. People passed by, but no one noticed him. Then someone stopped. “Mr. Donald,” the voice said. Donald looked up slowly. It was Taio, his old mechanic. “The man who used to service his car back when things were still good.” “Tao,” Donald said weekly.

 My brother, what happened to you? Taio asked, bending down beside him. Donald didn’t speak for a few seconds. Then he took a deep breath and began to speak. It all started when I lost my job, he said quietly. Things went down from there. I couldn’t pay bills. I tried to fix things. I tried everything. He paused.

 My wife left with one of my daughters. She sent me divorce papers. The landlord gave me 2 weeks to pay rent and now only two days are left. I have nowhere to go with my little girl. Taio’s mouth opened slightly. He placed his hand on his head. “Ah, Donald, you’ve suffered all this in just a short time?” he asked, his face full of shock. Donald nodded slowly. His eyes were red.

His voice was low. “I even sold my TV, fridge, and chairs. The man who came sent me a fake alert. He stole everything. I have nothing left.” Taio sat beside him on the pavement. He was silent for a few seconds. Then he said, “There is an old house my father left for me in a remote part of the city.” Donald looked at him confused.

 Taio continued, “There’s one small room in that house that is still good. If you don’t mind, you and your daughter can stay there. Just manage it until things get better.” Donald’s eyes widened. “You mean it, Taio?” he asked. Yes. Taio nodded. It’s not fancy, but at least you’ll have a roof over your head. You can rest small and think clearly. Tears filled Donald’s eyes.

 He held Taio’s hand. Thank you. Thank you, my brother. You don’t know what this means to me. Taio patted his shoulder. Don’t worry. I’ll take you there tomorrow. For the first time in many days, Donald breathed deeply. It wasn’t perfect, but it was something. It was hope. At home, the entire house was quiet.

 No fridge, no TV, no furniture, just an empty space. Donald sat on the floor, his back against the wall. His daughter Tina came and sat beside him. She looked at her father. His eyes were tired. His shirt was wet with sweat. He hadn’t eaten since morning. “Daddy,” she said softly. Donald looked at her, then he held her tiny hand.

 “My child, I don’t think I can do this anymore,” he said slowly. “There’s no money, no food. The house my friend promised me is in a crowded part of the city. It’s not a safe place for you, my child. You may have to go stay with your mommy.” Tina looked up. “No, Daddy. I don’t want to go,” she said. Donald blinked. But there’s nothing here.

 Tina, you need a proper place to sleep. Tina held his hand tighter. Daddy, I’m not leaving you. Everything will be fine. I believe you. Donald felt something move inside his chest. He looked at his daughter. She wasn’t crying. She was smiling. Smiling in the middle of nothing. He pulled her close and hugged her tight. In that moment, Donald didn’t feel like a failure.

 He felt like a father again, even if the world had turned its back on him. His daughter didn’t, and that gave him the strength to keep going. The next morning, Donald stood outside with a big suitcase. Tina stood beside him, holding her backpack. She looked up at him.

 “Daddy, are we going far?” Donald smiled a little. “Not too far, my baby. Just a new place to stay.” Soon, Taio’s car stopped in front of them. He rolled down the window. Let’s go, Taio said. The house is not fine, but at least you’ll sleep in peace. Donald helped Tina into the back seat, then sat in front beside Taio. As they drove, Donald looked around. The area looked very poor.

 Old houses, broken fences, rusty roofs. Finally, they stopped in front of a small compound with cracked walls. Taio came down and opened the door. This is the place,” he said. Donald helped Tina out. They entered the compound. The house had two rooms.

 One was locked, the other was empty with just a small mat on the floor. Donald stood in the middle of the room, quiet. He looked around. No fan, no light, just silence. Later that afternoon, Donald sat on a small wooden bench outside the house. Taio was beside him, sipping water from a bottle. Donald turned and looked at him. Taio, let me ask you something. Taio looked up.

 H why did you help me like this? Donald asked. You didn’t have to. Taio smiled quietly. You remember 4 years ago? He said when I told you I didn’t have enough money to pay for my workshop rent after paying my mother’s hospital bill. Donald nodded slowly. Taio continued. You paid the rent in full for me and you didn’t even ask me to pay it back.

 Donald’s eyes became wet. Taio looked at him and said, “You are a good man, Mr. Donald. You don’t deserve what is happening to you now, but I believe God is preparing something better for you.” Donald wiped his eyes. “Thank you, Tao,” he said softly. “Thank you for remembering.” Taio stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder. Rest small, my brother.

 You’re not alone. Better days will come. That evening, Donald sat outside and picked up his phone. He dialed a number. “Hello,” his landlord answered. “Good evening, sir,” Donald said quietly. “I just want to let you know I’ve moved out.” There was silence for a few seconds. “All right,” the landlord replied. “Good luck.

” Donald ended the call and stared at the sky. His new life had started. He had nothing, but he still had hope. By the next day, word had already spread in the neighborhood. The neighbors watched as Donald swept the small front space in front of the old house.

 A woman selling beans cakes by the roadside whispered to her friend, “This man doesn’t look like someone who is suffering.” Another man passing by said, “Look at how need he is. Are you sure he belongs in this place?” Donald heard the whispers, but he said nothing. He kept sweeping. He wasn’t there to explain himself to anyone. He was there for peace, for his daughter.

 Inside the house, Tina was folding her clothes carefully. She arranged her books on a small stool near the window. There was no table, no chair, but there was still light in her eyes because she was with her daddy and that was enough for her. Later that morning, Donald walked back inside. He sat beside Tina on the floor and gently held her hand.

 Tina, he said, I need to go out and look for work. Tina turned to him with a little smile. Okay, Daddy. Will you stay with Uncle Taio while I go? Tina shook her head. No, Daddy. I’ll stay here. I’ll read my books and wait for you. Donald looked at her for a long time. You’re very brave, he said. Tina nodded. Because you’re my daddy. Donald hugged her tight.

 He closed his eyes as he held her. Thank you, my princess,” he said softly. Then he stood up, looked around the small room, and smiled for the first time in days. He was starting from zero. But as long as he had this little girl by his side, he was already rich. The sun was hot that morning. Donald walked into a construction site with dust on his shoes and sweat on his forehead.

 He looked around and saw men lifting blocks, carrying sand, and mixing cement. He took a deep breath and walked up to one of the workers. “Good morning,” Donald said, wiping his face. “Please, I need work.” The man looked at him from head to toe. “You need work, you with this neat shirt and clean hands.” “I’m serious,” Donald said.

 The man laughed and shook his head. “This place is not for fine people like you. We do hard work here.” “I’m ready,” Donald said, his voice low but firm. Please, I just need something to do. The man pointed toward the scaffolding. Go and talk to the site boss. If he agrees, then you’re lucky. Donald nodded and walked slowly toward the sound of shouting and hammering.

 Donald reached the base of the building. He looked up. The site boss was standing on a wooden platform, shouting orders. “Hey, you. What do you want?” the boss yelled, pointing at Donald. “I need work, sir,” Donald replied. The boss stared at him. in that fine shirt. You want to lift blocks like this? Donald looked down at his shirt.

Without saying a word, he turned it inside out and put it back on. I’ll do anything, he said. Please, I just want to work. The boss looked at him for a moment. Then he smiled and said, “Okay, 7,000 naira per day. If you want the job, start now. Go and carry blocks.” Donald nodded. Thank you, sir.

 He walked straight to the pile of blocks and bent down. His back achd, his palms hurt, but he didn’t stop because this was the first step to fighting back and he was ready to fight. Every single day, Donald went to the construction site. He carried heavy blocks. He mixed sand and cement under the hot sun. His back hurt. His hands were sore. But he never stopped. He never complained.

 He just kept working. When people asked him why he was always quiet, he smiled and said, “I’m doing this for my daughter.” That was the truth. Tina was the reason he was still standing. When his body felt weak, he thought about the fact that Tina needs to go back to school.

 When his eyes were full of sweat, he remembered how she held his hand and said, “Daddy, I believe in you.” And that gave him strength. That night, the house was quiet. Tina had gone to bed early, but Donald couldn’t sleep. He sat in a corner resting his back against the wall. He looked tired.

 His eyes were open, but he wasn’t really looking at anything. He was thinking, thinking too much. Suddenly, Tina opened her eyes. She looked at her dad. Daddy, she said softly. Why are you not sleeping? Donald looked up quickly and forced a smile. I’m fine, he said. I’m just resting my legs. Tina sat up. Daddy, are you sure? Yes, baby. Go back to sleep.

 But Tina didn’t lie back down. She looked at him carefully. “Daddy, I know life is hard right now,” she said. “But I’m proud of you, and I know things will get better.” Donald held her hand tight. “He didn’t say anything, but in his heart, he made a promise. He would never give up. Not for himself, but for her.

” The next day at the construction site, Donald was carrying blocks when a big black SUV drove into the construction site. Everyone stopped and looked. A woman stepped out. She wore gold earrings and high heels. Her dress was long and clean. One of the workers whispered, “That’s the madam. She owns this place.” The woman looked around, then pointed at Donald. “You,” she said.

 “Call that man for me.” Donald dropped the block he was carrying and walked over slowly, wiping sweat from his face. When he reached her, she looked at him from head to toe. You, she said. Why are you doing this kind of work? Donald stood straight. Ma, I need the job. I have a daughter to feed. She looked surprised. You don’t look like a laborer.

 I wasn’t, Donald said. But life changed. The woman stepped closer to him. What happened? She asked. Donald looked down for a moment. Then he spoke. I lost my job. My wife left me. I lost my house. I’m starting all over for my daughter. The woman was quiet. Then she reached out and touched his hand. I like you, she said softly. You’re strong.

 You’re honest. I can help you. Donald looked up. I have money. The woman said, “I can give you a better life. A house, a car, even a business.” Donald blinked, confused. “Why?” he asked. The woman smiled. “Just be with me.” Donald stepped back. “No, Ma,” he said, his voice firm. “I can’t do that.” The smile left the woman’s face. She stared at him for a few seconds. “Think well,” she said. Not many men say no to me.

 Donald kept quiet. He knew what he needed was money, but he also knew what was right. And for Tina, he was ready to suffer, but not to lose his respect. It was early morning. Donald was getting ready to go to the construction site when his phone rang. It was one of the workers. Don’t come today, the man said. Donald was confused.

 Why? The man sounded uncomfortable. The site engineer said you should stay back. Donald frowned. What did I do? Nothing, the man said. But madam said you should not work with us again. Donald’s heart dropped. He took a deep breath. Did she say why? The man said quietly. No. Donald didn’t say anything. He just ended the call. He sat on the old bench in front of the house looking at the ground.

 Tina came out and sat beside him. Daddy, are you not going to work today?” she asked. Donald forced a smile. “Not today, my princess.” Later that afternoon, Donald picked up his phone and called the woman. She answered on the second ring. “Hello,” she said. “Good afternoon, Ma.” I was told not to come to work again. “Yes,” she replied calmly.

 I told them to stop you. Donald was quiet for a second. But you said you wanted to help me. Now I’ve lost my job. The woman’s voice changed. Donald, I still want to help you, but you know the condition. Donald closed his eyes. I told you no, Ma. I won’t change my mind. There was silence. Then she said, “Suit yourself.” Donald didn’t wait. He ended the call.

 He sat still for a while, staring at the wall. He was jobless again, but his heart was clear. He had chosen respect over riches, even if it meant more hunger. He would not lose himself. Donald had been at home for 2 days. No work and just a little money left. He looked at Tina as she sat quietly with her books. He stood up and paced the room.

 “I need to do something. I must find work,” he said to himself. Then he remembered Ama, one of the workers at the construction site. Ama had been kind to him. They always ate lunch together and shared jokes. Maybe Ama can help, Donald thought. He quickly wore his old sandals and stepped out. The sun was hot that afternoon, but Donald didn’t stop walking.

 When he got to the site, he saw Amika mixing cement. “Donald!” Amma shouted. “Where have you been?” Donald smiled weakly. “I was told not to come again. Madam sent me away.” Ama looked angry. Ah, that woman. So, it’s true. I heard, but I wasn’t sure. Donald sighed. It’s okay. I didn’t agree to her plan, so she cut me off. But now I need help.

Ama dropped his shovel. Talk to me. I want to work. Anything. I just want to raise money fast. My daughter needs to go back to school, Donald said. Ama nodded. You’re a good man. You didn’t beg her. I respect that. Donald smiled sadly. I don’t have pride. But I have to do what’s right. Leave it to me. Amecha said. Let me ask around. I’ll talk to some people.

 2 days later, Donald’s phone rang. It was a Mecha. Donald, I found something, he said. Donald sat up. Tell me, please. There’s a bakery not far from here. They need someone to work night shifts. It’s not easy work, but they’ll pay every weekend. Donald didn’t think twice. I don’t have a choice. I can do anything. I just need to put my daughter back in school. Am smiled on the phone. That’s the spirit.

 I’ll send you the address. You’ll start tomorrow night. Donald looked at Tina and whispered, “Things are about to change.” The next morning, Donald wore his only clean shirt. He kissed Tina on the forehead. “I’ll be back soon,” he said. “I’m going to the bakery.” Tina smiled. “Be careful, Daddy.

” As he walked down the dusty road, his phone rang. The number looked familiar. He picked up. “Hello, Mr. Donald,” the voice said. “Please come to the office now. It’s urgent.” “Donald’s heart skipped.” He turned around immediately and entered a bus heading to his old office.

 When he walked into the building, the front desk lady stood up. “You’re needed upstairs, sir.” Donald climbed the stairs slowly, his heart beating fast. As he entered the boardroom, he saw the CEO and three other directors seated. The CEO stood up and stretched out his hand. “Mr. Donald, we are very sorry.” Donald was confused. “Sir,” the CEO sighed. “We finally found the person who planned the fraud.

 He has been arrested.” Donald was silent. “We know what you went through,” the CEO continued. “You lost your job, your home, your peace. But you stayed quiet. You didn’t fight back. One of the directors added. We respect that and the board has decided to compensate you. Donald opened his mouth slightly, still in shock.

 The CEO smiled. You’ve been made the new regional manager. You’ll be moving to Port Hardcourt. Your new house is ready. Your official car is outside. Donald held his head with both hands. Tears ran down his cheeks. Thank you, sir, he whispered. Thank you so much. That evening, the neighbors heard a car horn in the compound. They ran out. It was Donald.

 He stepped out of a shining black car, smiling. Tina jumped into his arms. “Daddy!” she shouted. “You got a car?” “We’re going back!” he laughed. “God has done it.” Neighbors looked at each other in shock. “Wait, is that not Donald?” one man asked. “But he was suffering two days ago,” another whispered. A woman stepped forward.

 Donald, how come you now have a car or were you pretending to be poor? Someone else asked, “Did you steal?” Donald smiled and opened the car boot. He brought out a bag and shared some money with them. “I didn’t steal,” he said. “God just showed up for me.” Everyone stood in silence. Then slowly they clapped. Helen sat on the edge of her bed, phone in hand. She had just seen the news about Donald.

 He’s now a regional manager with a house and car in Port Hardcourt. She whispered to herself. She felt something heavy in her chest. Guilt, regret, shame. She stood up, picked her bag, and said to herself, I need to see him. I need to fix things. 3 days later, Helen arrived in Port Hardcourt. She found Donald’s new house. It was beautiful.

 Big compound, flowers by the gate. She stood at the door and knocked. Donald opened the door and froze. They both looked at each other in silence. Helen finally spoke. “Donald, I heard what happened. I know I hurt you. I know I failed you and Tina, but please, I want to talk.” Donald didn’t say a word. He reached beside the door and picked up a brown envelope. He handed it to her.

 Helen opened it slowly. It was the divorce letter she had sent for him to sign. He had signed it, waiting for her return. She looked up at him, tears filling her eyes. “Donald, please don’t do this,” she said. Donald’s face was calm. His voice was quiet. “I’ll keep sending money for Sandra. She’s my daughter. I’ll never leave her.

 But as for us, I can’t be your husband anymore.” Helen’s lips trembled. “Donald, I’m sorry. I’m not angry anymore,” Donald said. But I’ve healed and I want peace. Please go. Then without waiting for her reply, he gently closed the door. Helen stood there for a moment, alone, her eyes wet, her heart empty.

 Sometimes life will test you in ways you never imagined. People you love may walk away. Friends may forget you. But one thing is sure. If you keep doing the right thing, your light will shine again. Donald did not fight back with anger. He worked hard, stayed strong, and trusted God. And at the right time, everything changed for him. Now, tell me what part of this story touched you the most.

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