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8 hrs agoThey kicked me out of dad's birthday for being 'poor", then security called me 'Madam CEO'"...
They kicked me out of dad's birthday for being poor. Then security called me madam CEO. Please stay with me as I tell you my story. And please don't forget to support our channel by subscribing, liking, and sharing with your loved ones. After my mother died, my dad remarried a woman from a rich family. From that moment, my life changed.
I became the poor stepdaughter while my stepmother and her children lived in luxury, enjoying everything I could only dream of. Every year my dad's birthday party was the biggest event of the year. It was full of laughter, music, and fancy clothes. But every year, I was never invited.
I thought maybe it was a mistake or something I didn't understand. One year I decided to go anyway. I hoped they would see me and welcome me. I dressed nicely, brought a gift, and walked up to the party. But what happened shocked me. The security stopped me at the door. My stepmother acted like she didn't know me, and my stepsister laughed and even recorded me on her phone.
Everyone watched as I was pushed out like a stranger, humiliated in front of the whole family. I left feeling crushed and hurt. But that was not the end. One year later, I returned. But this time, I didn't just walk in. I arrived in a beautiful limo with my company's security by my side, calling me madam CEO.
What happened next? How did they react to me now? Did my dad recognize me? Stay with me to find out the full story. Don't forget to subscribe and share because you won't want to miss what happens next. He used to call me kiddo. Every morning before work, he would ruffle my hair and hand me a snack wrapped in tissue. On weekends, we'd go to the park or sit on the balcony eating roasted corn.
He wasn't a perfect dad, but he was mine. I was his little girl, and that meant everything to me. Then she came, the woman he married after my mother passed. At first, I tried to be nice. I smiled when she made awkward jokes. I helped her set the table, but it didn't take long to realize she didn't want me there.
Her smiles were only for him, and her cold eyes were only for me. Slowly, things began to change. Dad stopped noticing when I got home from school. He didn't ask about my grades or help with my homework like he used to. if I mentioned something I was proud of, like winning a science fair, he would just nod while scrolling through his phone.
But if her daughter Naomi got a new dress or got picked to lead the school choir, there would be claps, hugs, and gifts. I started to disappear in my own house. My birthdays became quiet days with no cake, no gift, just another reminder that I no longer mattered. Meanwhile, Naomi got parties with balloons, photographers, and shiny boxes stacked like trophies.
She would toss her gifts aside carelessly. One time, I overheard dad say, "Anything for my baby girl. He wasn't talking about me." The final straw came after I graduated from high school. I'd gotten into a decent university. Not a fancy one, but good enough. I was excited and nervous. When I showed Dad the acceptance letter, he barely glanced at it.
The next day, Naomi posted on Instagram, "New car for college." with a picture of the red convertible dad had just bought her. Me? I didn't get a ride or even a bag. When I asked about help with tuition, my stepmother said coldly, "We have other priorities." I moved out with two suitcases and a broken heart. Dad didn't stop me.
He didn't even look up when I said goodbye. I cried the entire first night in the tiny room I rented. I stared at the ceiling and wondered how a man could forget his own daughter so easily. But deep down, I knew the answer. She didn't just marry my father. She stole him from me. He used to call me kiddo. Now he barely remembers my name.
To be continued......
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