“Please, get up!
What are you doing?”
He took my hand, his voice trembling:
“Ten years… I’ve finally found them—you and my grandson.”
The whole town froze. “Grandson…?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He took out an old photograph—the face of the man I loved. It was identical.
I couldn’t stop crying.
The old man told me that the day I told his son I was pregnant, he was overjoyed and rushed out to ask his parents’ permission and plan the wedding. But on the way back to me, he was in a car accident… and d:ied that very day. For ten years, his father had searched for me tirelessly.
Until, while reviewing old hospital records, he found my name and traveled through several provinces until he found us there.
The Truth That Made the Entire Village Cry
The old man looked toward the cars; one of the drivers got out and opened a door. On the side of the vehicle was engraved the logo of the “Lam Gia Group”—the largest corporation in the country.
Everyone was stunned. “My God… that boy is President Lam’s only grandson!” the neighbors murmured.
The old man approached my son, took his hand, and, through tears, said:
“From today on, son, you won’t have to suffer anymore.
You are flesh and blood of the Lâm family.”
I just stood there, crying, feeling the weight of all those years begin to fade. The eyes of the neighbors who had once despised me now bowed in shame. Some even knelt and begged for my forgiveness.
Epilogue
When my son and I left the village, it began to rain again—just like ten years ago.
But this time, I no longer saw it as a curse. Now I know that, even if the world despises you, if you remain faithful and strong, the truth will always come out.
I, the mother who was once ridiculed by everyone, now walk with my head held high, holding my son’s hand, a peaceful smile on my lips.
