Stories That Show Kids Hold a Special Place in Their Parents’ Hearts
Story 1
I was sick, and my boyfriend left to hang out with his friends — said I was sleeping anyway. I told my mom, and within an hour, Dad showed up with food and medicine. He asked about my boyfriend, and I told him.
Dad was stunned. “Jenny,” he said, “we’ve loved and supported you for 25 years. All that effort — for you to be with this kind of man?” It made me stop and really think. © Caramel / VK
Story 2
I visited my parents feeling drained — everything in my life was falling apart. They immediately sensed something was off and tried to lift my spirits. Mom made cutlets and mashed potatoes, and Dad suggested we go sledding.
He grabbed a neighbor’s sled, and off we went. For those few hours, I forgot all my worries. It felt like being a kid again. In that moment, I knew — no matter how grown-up I am, I’ll always be Daddy’s little girl. © Caramel / VK
Story 3
Once, I returned home after being away for a few weeks. I called Mom and told her not to bother picking me up. But when I got off the bus and saw others welcomed by family, I suddenly felt so alone.
Then I spotted her — Mom, who had taken time off work just to cook my favorite dishes and welcome her grown-up child home. In that moment, I felt like a little girl again. © Maria Denisyuk / ADME
Story 4
When my son was in 10th grade, I got a call from school saying he couldn’t wear a ponytail. It looked great on him, but they claimed it broke the rules.
So my husband went to the meeting — with his long biker ponytail trailing down his back. After that, they never brought up my son’s hair again. The school charter had no rule against ponytails, and our stance was clear.
Story 5
Today, my little brother turns 10. Like every year, Mom reads him a heartfelt birthday letter from Dad, full of love and pride.
What makes this special is that our father passed away when my brother was just one. Knowing he didn’t have long, Dad wrote birthday letters in advance. Each year, Mom takes one from the box and reads it. My brother beams like Dad’s still here.
There are 8 letters left. After that, even Mom doesn’t know what we’ll do. © Not everyone will understand / VK
