It is said that loyalty is rewarded, but I have learned hard that it is just another currency in a world where blood exceeds everything.
Maybe I was supposed to see how it came, but betrayal has a way to sneak on you when you least expect it.
Have you realized that things ever come in a full circle? So that’s the story of my life.
Since I was fifteen, I have worked in my father’s construction company. At first it was easy work, such as the submission and cleaning of his office, but as I proceeded at school, I got more responsibility. I did it not because I wanted it, but because I had to.
My father, or technically my stepfather, did not let anyone go for free. He had one rule he swore. If I wanted to live in his house, I had to work to earn my maintenance.
“That’s what it is, Sheldone.” Take it or leave it, ”he said.
Obviously I had no choice but to accept it. Where else would I go?
When I was ten, he married my mother and has always called me “responsibility” since then.
It never seemed so much, because when I became 16, I had to pay rent, which required me to work in his company on weekends after school and in a local ice cream store.
But that was good; I didn’t complain once. I assumed it was part of his concept of hard love.
Gradually I got up through the Organization series. After I ended up from high school, I was forced to force me to work full -time in society.
“Sorry, Sheldone,” he said one evening during dinner. “But there is no room for you to go to college or anything.” Now that you have time and capacity, you need to join the company correctly. ”
“That’s fine with me,” I said, feeling a special sense of satisfaction.
My stepfather seemed to want me there, which was important to me.
So I started with dirty work. I cleaned the places, pulled out things until my muscles were defined, and I did what was necessary. I worked hard because I wanted to be proud of society; After all, it was the heritage of my family.
I was a leader in the mid -1920s. I thought I could, not only as an employee, but also as his son.
Then everything changed. David returned. His biological son.
David has not been for years. After my father’s divorce, he stood up with his mother and accused him of everything.
“He told his father some pretty terrible things,” my mom told me when I asked why we didn’t see David.
“So, is that?” Is it like I don’t see my biological father? “I asked.
“Almost, honey,” she said. “But your father was a cruel man, cruel to the bone.”
While David was gone, I filled myself like a son. I tried everything, I made efforts, but when David decided to return, everything seemed to disappear.
“I don’t understand,” I told my mother one night. “David and Dad haven’t spoken in more than ten years. And now he returns and behaves as if nothing happened between them? ”
My mother sighed and cut a slice of banana bread for me.
“His father is missing, gold,” she replied quietly. “Just trying to fix things.”
I exhaled. I understood, but it didn’t sit well with me.
A few days later I was called to my father’s office. He didn’t even look out of his table. He simply cleaned his throat.
“We have to let you go, Sheldone,” he said.
“What?” I blinked and tried to process. “Will you shoot me? Really, Dad? ”
In the end, he looked up, but he didn’t make contact with me.
“David comes on board and well, we don’t have room for both of you in the lead.” He has a title, do you know? Administration of buildings? ”
“So?” I asked and tried to keep my voice calm. “I’ve been here for more than ten years. I earned it. ”
“It’s time for me to help David build his legs,” he murmured. “After all, he’s my son.” And I lost for so many years with him. ”
I sat for a moment, amazed.
“I thought I was also your son.”
“You’re, but you’re not blood,” he said.
It didn’t take me long to adapt to my new job, and I enjoyed it every minute. I worked on projects from the construction of film theater to the center and entertainment parks. Things have improved from here.
“I miss you at home, darling,” my mother said when we met one weekend in a cafe for breakfast.
“I know, Mom,” I said. “I miss you too.” But you understand why I had to move, right? ”
“Of course yes, Sheldone,” she said gently. “And it was time to spread wings.” But if I’m honest with you, something big is going on with Dad’s society. He was very stressed. He and David are not really talking now. They are just polite together. ”
“Problems in Paradise?” I asked sarcastically.
“I think yes,” said my mother and mom for a piece of toast.
It wasn’t long before the whisper began to circulate across our industry, with speculation about how my father’s society shortens is the most important. Apparently things couldn’t do so well because David took over control.
One day I sat in my office and walked through a lot of CVs as I came across David.
“By no means,” I replied and looked at the document.
I called him a conversation. When he walked, he looked exhausted. The trust he once had was gone.
“I need something new.” Things did not work in the company of my father, ”he admitted.
I nodded and watched him shake. “We will let you know.”
A few weeks later my phone rang. He was my father.
“Sheldone, come back,” he said simply. “The company fails.” David came out after he spoiled again. We have trouble. I need you to get back. Help me, maybe take over. ”
I let the silence hang in the air.
“I’m sorry, Dad,” I said quietly. “But I moved on.” I’m happy where I am. ”
He sighed hard. “I understand, son.” I’m … I’m proud of you, do you know? ”
“Thanks. I wish you the best,” I said.
“Come soon for dinner?” He asked hopefully.
“Yeah, maybe,” I said.
When I hung up, I felt out of my shoulders. The years I tried to prove to him that they had ended.
Life has a way to come a full circle.
From the age of fifteen I have worked in the construction company of my stepmother. First, my duties were simple – reviving paperwork, cleaning his office – but as I got older, I got other tasks. It was not out of personal ambitions, but a necessity.
My stepfather had one solid rule: if I wanted to live under his roof, I had to earn.
“That’s, Sheldone. Take it or leave it, ”he told me.
I had no choice. There was nowhere to go.
He married my mother when I was ten and always called me his “responsibility”. But he never felt as if I were a part of a family. At sixteen, I was already paying rent, which meant that after school at his company juggled in his company and on weekends I picked up shifts at the local ice cream store.
I never complained. I thought it was his way to instill hard love.
Over the years, I have climbed the ranks in society. After graduating from high school, my stepfather informed me that university is not a possibility.
“Sorry, Sheldone,” he said of dinner. “There is no room for college or anything. Now that you have time, you have to work in a full -time company.”
“That’s all right with me,” I said, feeling a strange feeling of acceptance.
For the first time I thought he wanted me there, and that meant something to me.
I started at the bottom – in places to get up materials, they did everything that was needed. I worked hard and wanted to boast the company. After all, I saw it as a heritage of my family.
In the mid -1920s I earned my place as a leader. I thought I proved myself – not as a worker, but as a son.
Then everything changed.
David returned.
David, the biological son of my stepfather, was missing for years. After my stepmother’s divorce, he stood up with his mother and ordered his ties with him.
“He told his father some terrible things,” my mom told me when I asked him.
“So it’s like I don’t see my biological father?” I asked.
“Almost,” she said. “But your father was a cruel man, Sheldone. Cruel to bone. ”
In David’s absence, I did everything I could to play this role. I worked hard. I was reliable. But the moment David returned, everything moved.
“I don’t understand it,” I told my mother one night. “David and Dad haven’t spoken in more than ten years. And now he returns and behaves like nothing happens? ”
She sighed and passed a piece of banana bread. “His father is missing,” she said quietly. “Just trying to fix things.”
That didn’t sit with me. And soon my feeling of intestine proved to be right.
I was called to the office of my stepfather. He barely looked up from his table.
“We have to let you go, Sheldone,” he said.
I blinked, confused. “Will you shoot me? Really, Dad? ”
In the end he met my gaze, but turned away just as fast. “David comes aboard. We do not have space for both of you in the lead. He has a title in the field of building management, do you know? ”
“So?” I asked and tried to keep the level of voice. “I’ve done more than ten years of work. I earned it.”
“It’s time for me to help David build his legs,” he murmured. “After all, he’s my son. I’ve lost for so many years with him.”
I sat there, stunned. “I thought I was also your son.”
“You’re,” he said. “But you’re not blood.”
That was it. I was just out.
But how painful, as it was, I refused to let it break me.
Soon a competitor hired me. The transition was smooth and I enjoyed every moment of my new work. I worked on everything from theaters to the center and amusement parks. My career took off in a way I never expected.
One weekend I met my mother for breakfast.
“I miss you at home, sweetheart,” she said, sipping her coffee.
“I miss you too, Mom,” I said. “But you understand why I had to move out?”
“Of course,” she said. “It is time to spread the wings. But if I’m honest, it’s not great in society. Your father has been emphasized. He and David are hardly talking. They are just civilian. ”
“Problems in Paradise?” I said dryly.
“It looks like it,” said, Mom Toast.
Soon rumors began to circulate in the industry. My stepfather’s society failed. David had poorly managed projects, lost clients and ran business to the country. Some of the clients I created the left relationship with the left and instead signed with a new company.
One day I came across a familiar name when checking the applications.
David.
I didn’t believe in my CV. The same David, who replaced me, was now looking for a job.
I had to see it for myself. I called him for an interview.
When he arrived, he looked exhausted, a beaten life. He didn’t recognize me first. When he did it, his face paled.
“Sit down,” I said.
He listened and moved uncomfortably.
“So,” I said, overturning his CV. “Why are you looking for a job here?”
He swallowed hard. “I need a new beginning. Things in my father’s company did not work.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“I … made mistakes. They lost clients.”
I leaned on a chair. “You realize it’s the same industry, is it? It won’t be easy for you.”
David nodded. “I’m ready to work.”
“We’ll be in touch,” I said.
When he came out, I felt a strange combination of satisfaction and regret. Karma did her job. Yet it was a relief to know that I landed on my feet while fighting.
A few weeks later my phone rang. He was my stepfather.
“Sheldone, come back,” he said. “The company fails. David spoiled again and went out. We need you. Maybe even take over. ”
I had the silence stretched.
“I’m sorry, Dad,” I said quietly. “I moved on. I’m happy where I am.”
He sighed hard. “I understand, son. Me … I’m proud of you, do you know? ”
“Thanks,” I said. “I wish you the best.”
“Come soon for dinner?” Asked, hopeful.
“Maybe,” I replied.
When I hung up, weight lifted from my shoulders. The years I tried to prove to him were finally over.
I leaned on a chair and stared at the panorama of the city in front of my office window. The weight of my past finally rose, replaced by something lighter – Freedom. I spent years persecution of verification and tried to be a son who chose my stepfather, but in the end I didn’t need his consent.
I built something of my own.
There was no bitterness in my heart, no persistent resentment. Only quiet satisfaction with the knowledge that I left with my dignity intact and came out on the other hand stronger.
Life had a way to come a full circle, but this time I was exactly where I wanted to be.