**”Son, I Just Want to Go Home”: How My Own Daughter Kicked Me Out of My Flat**
A story so heartbreaking it brings tears. A daughter’s betrayal and a glimmer of hope when all seemed lost.
Victor Andrews stood on the balcony of his worn-out London council flat, smoking anxiously. His hands trembled, his heart pounding as if trying to escape his chest. Who could’ve imagined that at 72, he’d be treated like a burden? Not long ago, he had a home, a family, a wife he adored…
“Dad, what’s the problem now?” His only daughter, Margaret, barged into the room. “We’re just asking for your room. Jack and Tim are growing up—they can’t keep sleeping on a pull-out couch! It’s not fair!”
“Margaret…” Victor’s voice was barely a whisper. “Why should I spend my last years in a care home? If space is tight, rent somewhere else or move in with your in-laws. I’m not unwanted here.”
“Thanks, Dad. You’ve made yourself clear.” With a slam of the door, Margaret stormed off, leaving behind nothing but the scent of perfume and bitterness.
Victor slumped into his armchair, stroking his old dog, Rex, when suddenly, tears welled up. He hadn’t cried in years, but now—he couldn’t hold back. Five years since he lost Margaret… Forty years of marriage, side by side, and never would he have believed their daughter—their sweet Margaret—could do this.
They’d raised her with nothing but love, given her everything. And what had she become? Cold. Calculating.
“Grandad, don’t you love me and Tim?” Eight-year-old Jack burst in. “Mum says you’re selfish! That you won’t give us your room!”
“Jack, who told you…” Victor’s voice cracked.
He understood—Margaret had turned his own grandsons against him. The old man exhaled sharply, forcing out the words:
“Fine. The room is yours.”
Margaret returned instantly, eyes gleaming.
“Dad, really? Thank you! I’ve already arranged a lovely care home for you—comfortable, with medical staff. We’ll even take Rex, I promise!”
Two days later, Victor found himself in a shabby care home on the outskirts of Essex. Peeling wallpaper, the stench of damp, sorrow in the eyes of the other residents. None of the “care” or “comfort” Margaret had promised. Just a forgotten place for forgotten people.
“New here?” asked his roommate, Bridget. “Name’s Bridget. Your family dump you too?”
“Yeah,” Victor nodded. “My daughter. Wanted my room.”
“At least you had children,” she sighed. “I left my flat to my nephew—first thing he did was send me here. Could’ve been the streets, I suppose.”
They talked, reminiscing, missing those who’d abandoned them. Over time, Bridget became Victor’s only light. They walked the gloomy courtyard, held hands in the rare sunlight, like teenagers again.
But Margaret never visited. Never even picked up the phone. Victor just wanted to know—was Rex alright? Was he even alive?
One day, while wandering the grounds, he ran into an old neighbour, Geoffrey.
“Victor Andrews?! Margaret said you’d moved to the countryside! Took Rex with you, I imagine?”
“What?!” Victor’s voice shook. “What happened to my dog?”
“She turned him out. I took him in—found him a good home. Lovely old boy. Meanwhile, she’s renting out your flat, living with her husband and mother-in-law. What’s wrong with her, Victor? How could she—”
Victor buried his face in his hands, whispering brokenly:
“Son… I just want to go home.”
“You’re not alone. I’m a solicitor. I’ll help. Just tell me—did you sign anything?”
“No. But she has connections… she might’ve—”
“Then pack your things. We’ll sort this.”
Before leaving, Victor stopped by Bridget’s room.
“Don’t cry, Bridget. I’ll come back for you. I promise.”
“And why would you want an old woman like me?” she whispered.
“None of that. I need you.”
Arriving at the flat, they found new locks. Geoffrey got to work. Margaret had rented it out, hoping her father would vanish forever—but the documents she’d forged wouldn’t hold up in court. The law was on Victor’s side.
“Thank you, son… But I’m afraid. What else might she do?”
“After selling, give her a share. The rest—buy a cottage in the countryside. Quiet. Peaceful. No one will touch you again.”
Months later, Victor and Rex moved into a cosy little cottage with a garden. Soon after, Bridget joined them. Together, they planted apple trees, raised chickens, and ended each day holding hands.
Life can be cruel, yes. But kindness always finds a way. Even in the darkest night.
