Woman H.u.m.iliated Me at a Restaurant, but the Next Day, She Appeared at My Door as My DIL

I wanted to surprise my son by visiting his restaurant. I chose a simple, neat dress for the occasion. However, an arrogant woman approached me, telling me to move, criticizing my attire as inappropriate for such a place. It was humiliating! The next day, my son introduced his fiancée. Can you guess who was standing at the door?

I had always lived for my son, saving every penny and living frugally. My life was simple and without extravagance. I lived in a modest home, wore the same clothes year after year, and never splurged on luxuries. I had raised him alone, dedicating all my energy and resources to his education and future.

John had grown into an intelligent, hardworking man, and he had opened his own business, which filled me with immense pride.

That day, I decided to surprise my son, John, by visiting his new restaurant. Dressed in my simple yet neat outfit, I stepped off the bus and entered the restaurant, intending to enjoy a modest cup of tea while waiting for him. The restaurant was bustling with activity, the clinking of cutlery and the soft hum of conversations creating a warm, inviting atmosphere. I found a cozy table by the window, savoring the sunlight that poured in.
As I sat there, sipping my tea and admiring the décor, a young woman with a smug look approached my table. Her designer clothes and confident stride immediately caught my attention.

“Excuse me,” she said, her tone condescending, “this table is reserved for my boyfriend and me. You’ll have to move.”