For three years, I worked tirelessly, saving every penny for my college tuition — my future depended on that money. But one day, I got a call from the bank that shattered everything: someone with access to my account had withdrawn every last cent.
Rushing home, my heart pounding, I asked my dad what he had done with my savings. His response crushed me — without hesitation or remorse, he said, “I needed it.” When I demanded to know where the money went, he coldly replied, “I invested it in a new business.”
I was stunned. Years of sacrifice, hope, and dreams — all taken in a single moment by the person I trusted most. My own father treated my hard-earned money like it was nothing, telling me to “figure something out” while stealing my future away.
When I confronted him, his indifference cut deeper than any words: “It’s just money,” he said, shrugging off my pain. I felt powerless, betrayed by the man who should have protected me. The anger and heartbreak were overwhelming — how could he so easily destroy everything I had worked for?
Now, I’m left with no money, no support, and no answers — just the crushing reality that the person I depended on chose himself over me. My dreams feel stolen, my trust shattered, and my future uncertain.
