Lucien, Everette’s son, abandoned him at his most vulnerable. Years later, he was astounded to discover his child among the homeless people he was attempting to assist; then he learned of Lucien’s ordeal.




“Please, Lucien, let us work together to make things better. We can save our house if you get a part-time job and I work double shifts “One night, Everette told his son.




Unfortunately, the single father’s life had not been kind or easy. The last few years had been the most difficult of his life, and he was about to lose the house he had worked so hard to obtain. His son, Lucien, on the other hand, was 18 and could begin helping out instead of staying at home and playing video games after school.
“It’s not my problem, Dad,” Lucien retorted, continuing to play on his console.
“How will you live if we lose this house?” Everette inquired, his hands on his waist.
The cops were powerless to intervene.
Lucien sighed and rolled his eyes. “You’re the father in this situation. You must figure it out. I’m still in junior high. That is not my problem!”
“I started working when I was 15, and I’ve provided for you for the past 18 years, including that stupid video game that numbs your brain. It’s time to grow up and work for what you have! Do you want to eat something? Do you need a place to live? You must work!” Everette yelled after
He didn’t want his child to work as hard as he had from a young age. But the economy was tough now. It seemed that one income could barely feed one person nowadays, and Lucien needed to start learning the value of hard work.
However, the 18-year-old lost his temper too. He threw his Playstation controller on the floor, grabbed his book bag, and stormed out of his room. “Fine! I’m leaving!”
“You can’t leave!” Everette shouted, regretting his harsh attitude.
“You said I’m an adult now. Well, I get to come and go as I please!” he screamed from the front door.
“Lucien, please. I need your help. I just needed you to help me with some part-time work so we wouldn’t lose this house. After a few years of payment, it’ll be yours, and you will never have to worry about paying rent or anything. That’s all I want for you, kid. I’m just struggling right now,” the father continued in a soft voice. His anger dissipated entirely as he watched his son threaten to leave. “Please.”
Lucien pursed his lips, and there seemed to be an internal struggle in his eyes. But he lifted his chin and walked out, closing the door on his way. Everette shut his eyes and rubbed his forehead. He would try to make his son understand things better when he returned.
However, Lucien was gone for several days, and at some point, Everette returned from his double shift at work to find most of the teenager’s things gone, including his video console and his clothes.
“He really left?” the man asked himself after seeing the emptiness of his son’s room. “No note or anything?”
verything. Lucien sobbed once more, as did his father.