SIR, WHY IS MY MOTHER'S PICTURE IN YOUR WALLET

SIR, WHY IS MY MOTHER'S PICTURE IN YOUR WALLET?"". The waitress saw her mother's photo in the billionaire's wallet. The truth brought her to tears!

When billionaire Richard Halston opened his wallet to tip a young waitress, he accidentally revealed a photo. She was taken breathless when she saw her: a faded and white photo of her mother, decades younger. 

"Sir,” she asked in a trembling voice, “why is my mother’s picture in your wallet? ”. 

His answer would reveal a secret that would shake the world of both of them.

The Clover Hill Diner hadn't changed in fifty years. The turquoise reservoirs, checkered floors and the warm aroma of coffee gave it a comforting familiarity, especially for those who had been coming for decades.

Richard Halston walked through the glass door one autumn morning, elegantly dressed in a tailored navy blue suit. His silver hair and polished shoes made him stand out on the greasy counter and the jingle of dishes, but he didn't seem to care. It actually seemed... nostalgic.

He chose a table on the corner.

Jasmine, a 23-year-old waitress with a kind smile and nimble hands, came to take note of her. She wore her usual cream uniform and her hair up in a pulc bun. ""Good morning, Sir. What should I put on it? ""

Slowly looked up, almost got sh0cked. “Coffee. Alone. And the breakfast special I have today.""

She waved in. ""In a hurry.""

As she walked away, Richard's gaze stopped at her. There was something about her, something eerily familiar.

Minutes later, Jasmine returned with her food. He gave her a slight smile and pulled some notes out of his leather wallet. But when you opened it, a worn-out photograph slipped and fell gently onto the table.

Jasmine's eyes just flew wide open.

He stooped down and picked it up

Her heart stopped.

She was her mother. A young version, not more than eighteen years old, with a gentle smile and a dreamy look. It was unmistakable. Jasmine had seen that face thousands of times in old albums and framed pictures at home.

But what was he doing in a stranger's wallet?

She looked at the man, trembling. "Sir... why is my mom's picture in her wallet? "

Richard was left paralyzed. He shook the hand and then slowly relaxed her. He looked down at the picture and then looked at it.

"What's your mother's name?", he asked in a low voice.

"Angela Brooks," she replied. "Grew up around here."

His expression changed, like that of a man who returns through decades of memories.

"I met her,"he said slowly. "A long time ago."

Jasmine sat at the table in front of him without asking her permission. Her hands were shaking.

"How? Why do you have her picture? "

Richard took the photo and held it gently between his fingers. "Because she was the only woman I really loved. "

Words impacted Jasmine like a discharge. "That's not possible. My mom never mentioned you. Never. "

He sketched a sad smile. "I'm not surprised. I hurt her. And I've regretted it every day since. "

Jasmine stared at him, with the air suddenly thick. "You've got to explain it. "

Richard looked out the window for a moment, then looked back at her.

"It was 1979", it started. "I was a poor law student, working nights at a gas station down the street." Your mom worked part-time in a restaurant while studying beauty. I had a chuckle... that could light up an entire room. "

He laughed softly and then he sighed. We fall in love like young, naive people fall in love: fast and all at once. But my parents were rich and strict. When they found out I was dating a black girl from the South Side, they threatened to cut me off. I was scared. He was a coward. I broke the relationship and left the village.

Jasmine got clenched her jaw. "You left her."

"I didn't leave without anything else,"" he said in a sober voice. "I didn't even say goodbye. I wrote a letter... and I never sent it."

Jasmine's eyes were filled with tears. "I raised myself alone. We never had much. He worked two jobs so he could study. And he never told me about you."

"I wouldn't have done it," he whispered. "She was proud. "Too good for a man like me."

Jasmine's voice is snapped. "Are you saying you are...?"

He looked at her closely. “I don’t know for sure. But I've carried that picture with me for over forty years, wondering.. What if...? ”

He suddenly stood up, hands tight. ""You can't come in here with your elegant suit and your sad anecdote and pretend it's noble to remember her."" She suffered. ""I watched her suffer.""

Richard's face went pale.

""You're right,"" he said. “I can’t change the past. But if there's a slight chance that you're my daughter, I want to know. I want to do what I should have done decades ago.”

Jasmine kept quiet. Anger burned in her chest, but something else was boiling beneath her, something painful and confusing.

Hope.

That night, he went home and confronted his mother.

Angela stayed in the kitchen, stunned, when Jasmine left the photo on the table and told her everything.

He denied it at first.

Then he cried.

And then, through tears, she whispered, ""Yes."" It was him.""

Jasmine asked the question that had plagued her all day.

""Is that my father?"" ""

Angela has dried her eyes. ""I never wanted you to know pain. But yes, honey. I think it is.""

Jasmine stayed there, shattered.

A stranger had walked into his restaurant that morning.

And now her whole life fell apart