I found out what my daughter was doing and it broke me#fyp #reddit #story #fypシ゚viral #redditstories #storytime #viralshorts
What's something you found out your daughter was doing that broke you? I started noticing that my daughter's allowance was disappearing faster than usual. She never bought junk or toys, so I figured maybe she was just saving up for something. But then I saw her one day at the corner store after school, handing over every last dollar in her pocket to buy canned food and toiletries. She didn't see me watching. She just stuffed them into her backpack and walked off in the opposite direction of home. Curious, I followed from a distance. About 10 minutes later, she reached a rundown alley behind an old laundromat where a small family, mom, toddler, and teenage brother were sitting with a few bags of belongings. My daughter quietly handed over the supplies, smiled, and sat down to chat with the little boy who immediately hugged her. I didn't know what to think. That night, I asked her about her day and she just smiled and said it was good. Nothing special. A few days later was her birthday. We had a small backyard gathering and I told her to invite anyone she wanted. Most of her classmates came with parents and tow except one boy who came alone wearing the same hoodie I'd seen him wearing in that alley. He clutched a small flower he'd picked from somewhere and gave it to my daughter like it was the most precious gift in the world. She beamed. "This is Jonah," she told me. "He's my friend." He was clearly shy and malnourished, but polite and sweet. I offered him a slice of cake and a sandwich. He thanked me three times like I'd given him a gift. That's when it all clicked. My daughter wasn't just giving her allowance. She was sneaking out after school to help this family, bringing them food, toiletries, and even some of her own clothes. She kept it secret because she thought I might stop her. After the party, I offered Jonah a ride home. It was almost 4 miles away, and I couldn't believe he'd walked all that way just for her birthday. Before we left, I caught my daughter slipping some of her own birthday gifts, like a warm blanket and unopened school supplies, into his bag. I haven't stopped thinking about it since. We can't afford much extra, but now every week, I give her a little more. Not for her, but for them. She thought she was helping that boy survive.
