My Dad Left Us When Mom Became Disabled | Fake Dad

My name’s Leo. I’m 14. And recently, I started to support my family. No, I didn’t find the magic button called "loot" and I didn’t stumbled on a million dollars. I just had no choice.
I used to live with my parents and my younger sister. Mum worked as a pharmacist, and dad was an ambulance driver. We were an average family and seemed to be even happy. But one thing changed everything.
A year and a half ago, mum picked my sister up from the kindergarten and fell into the well. So, she got serious injuries, after which she was paralyzed. She can no longer walk and do the most basic things.
I’ll never forget the terrible day that completely changed our lives.
I used to go to school. And after it, I walked carefree along the streets with my classmates. In the evenings, at home, I would get a delicious and hot dinner prepared by mum. It was a very happy time. I often miss it.
After the tragedy, mum could no longer work. So, she started to get some miserable disability payments. Dad became the only one who could bring the family up. How much do you think a usual ambulance driver earns? I’d say a little more than the cost of living.
No, of course, dad tried to take some extra part-time jobs. But, to be honest, they were no use at all. Our family was drowning in poverty.
Anyway, after 3 months of such an existence, dad disappeared. He left a note on the table. He wrote that he couldn’t feed his family, it was very hard for him and all that jazz.
And it's hard for me to understand what he was thinking about when he decided to take this step. He left two minor kids and a disabled wife. It’s paltry. It still hurts me to remember this.
When we realized nothing would be the same as before, we were told that, most likely, the guardianship authorities would put my sister and me in a boarding school, because our mom’s an orphan. So, she has nobody to help her.
Then, I decided that from now on, I should be in charge of the whole family. But what could a 13-year-old boy do?
I started looking for a job. I was ready to do anything, to get at least some money. But no one even wanted to accept me.
But in one small shop, they agreed to take me as a laborer. That is, I did what they told me to, any handy work.
So, I started to earn my first money, though it was small. But it was enough to pay the bills and buy some minimum of products.
I understood that with such an income, we wouldn’t live for long. So, I began to knock at every door I saw, giving up my pride. I decided to write letters to all charity organizations, aid funds and government agencies.
But first, I consulted a lawyer about the thing if mum would be deprived of her parental rights when the officials paid attention to our problem. He said I had nothing to worry about if there was a public outcry. But for this, I had to get the support of journalists.
The next day, they came. So, they shot a news story about me and my family.
After its release, mum’s phone started to burst from calls of citizens who offered some help: from food and household chores to paying mum’s rehabilitation in the country’s best hospitals.
And, indeed, lots of unknown people started to come to our house with so much food we could feed even a company of soldiers.
And then, I started to get answers to my letters. The first one to answer was the city administration. My mum, sister and me were invited to an appointment with the mayor in a month.
Well, good that there was already some progress. But the appointment with the mayor didn’t guarantee a quick solution of the problem.
A few days later, while I was at work, the representatives of a charity fund protecting the rights of teenagers came to me. They wanted to personally check the gravity of the situation and talk to me about the possible options to help our family.
On the same day, they fixed us a monthly payment in the amount of our region’s minimum salary.
Soon, dad appeared on the threshold of our house. He had 2 pairs of socks for my sister and me, and 3 bananas, with him. What a surprise it was! I didn’t even know a person could be so miserable…
Many of you may think now that maybe, he didn’t have money for the gifts, so he bought what he could afford. But no. He boasted to us that he had bought a new car and was ready to ride it with my sister and me. That is, he got money, I don’t know where. But it’s a fact.
I asked him to leave. Still, he left us in a difficult situation and decided to live for pleasure, not thinking about what we would eat and live on.
Meanwhile, the outcry around our family was gathering pace. In the coming month, the state gave us a nice spacious apartment for disabled persons on wheelchair. So, my mom could move around on her own.
And after the appointment with the mayor, he took patronage of our family and guaranteed full compensation of the utility bills and weekly help with grocery.

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