« For ten years, I raised my son without his father—the whole town laughed at me—until the day luxury cars pulled up in front of my house and the boy’s real father made everyone cry. »

A driver got out and opened a door.

On the side of the vehicle, one could read the logo of the **Lâm Gia Group** — the largest company in the country.

People were stunned.

“My God… this child is President Lâm’s only grandson!” the neighbors whispered.

The old man approached my son, took his hand and, with tears in his eyes, said:

« From today onward, my boy, you will never suffer again. You are of the blood of the Lâm. »

I stood there in tears, feeling the weight of those years gradually lifting away.

The looks that once scorned me have now been lowered.
Some neighbors have even knelt down to ask my forgiveness.

When my son and I left the village, the rain started again — just like it did ten years ago.

But this time, I no longer saw it as a curse.

I now know that, even if the world despises you, if you remain faithful and strong, the truth always triumphs in the end.

I, the mother whom everyone once ridiculed, now walk with my head held high, holding my son’s hand, a peaceful smile on my lips.