She Rejected Her Black Grandson. Yrs Later, She Fell Sick And Only He Could Save Her But He Did THIS

A white woman who had a deep hatred for blacks rejected her black grandson. Despite the little boy’s innocence, she still never wanted to have anything to do with him. Several years later, she was diagnosed with a disease. Her grandson was the only person who could save her. You won’t believe what he did.

“Don’t you dare marry that black man! If you do, I’ll cut you off!” Samantha screamed, her voice trembling with fury. Her body shook with uncontrollable emotions. The tension between mother and daughter was intense. Felicity stared at her mother, shocked at how angry she was. She couldn’t believe that sweet, loving Samantha had turned into a vicious monster overnight. Keeping a safe distance, Felicity tried to explain her situation, hoping that motherly love would bring her mom to her side. But the more she explained, the more Samantha trembled with rage. Her glare was fierce, and her eyes were crimson with anger.

Samantha didn’t let her finish and forcefully insisted on her stance, “I won’t repeat myself. If you dare get married to him, I will cut you off my life. You won’t have access to my wealth again!” Samantha’s croaked voice shook through the entire room.

“I love him,” Felicity tried to explain, tears flooding her eyes, but her mother would hear none of it. She grabbed Felicity by the arm and pulled her out of the room. She pushed her to the front yard and pointed her finger at her, “If you go through with that marriage, I will show you my wrath!” Samantha shouted as she slammed the door shut. She paced around the living room, trying to clear her mind, but the anger wouldn’t subside. In a fit of rage, she grabbed the vase and hurled it against the wall, screaming as it shattered on the marble floor.

Outside, Felicity knocked and begged her mother to let her in, pleading for understanding, but Samantha’s mind was made up. A storm was brewing, and thunder rumbled in the distance. Heavy rain was imminent, but Felicity refused to leave until her mom reconsidered her decision. She kept knocking on the door and windows, screaming and crying desperately, “Mom, you can’t cut me out of your life. I’m your daughter!” Felicity yelled. The rain poured down in heavy torrents, and the cold seeped into every corner of the area. Felicity kept knocking, desperate for Samantha to let her in. She couldn’t go back to her apartment; it was late, and the rain was relentless. Despite her pleas, her mother never appeared.

Feeling frustrated and betrayed, Felicity stepped into the downpour. Her apartment was eight streets away from her mother’s house, and with no taxis or ride services available, she had no choice but to walk. She pulled off her shoes and stepped into a large puddle, resigning herself to a long, wet journey home.

Samantha and Felicity shared a beautiful history growing up together. Samantha, a pretty young lady, was betrothed to a naval officer, George. A few months after their engagement, they got married. Samantha was 23, and her husband was 38 at the time. When Samantha turned 25, she gave birth to Felicity. Tragically, shortly after Felicity’s birth, George died during a peacekeeping mission on the coast of Asia. The US Marines compensated Samantha generously, and her late husband had owned numerous properties scattered across San Francisco. Using this windfall, Samantha invested in real estate. As decades passed, Samantha had become one of the richest realtors in San Francisco. She showed true love and affection to her daughter, ensuring Felicity attended the best Ivy League schools and was taught by the top teachers in the city. Samantha was also loved in the neighborhood for her generous and welcoming nature.

However, despite her many virtues, she had a fatal flaw: she was racist. This flaw was on the brink of causing her downfall. Samantha never hid her disdain for black people. She wouldn’t even acknowledge their greetings at the mall, on the streets, or in church. She refused to hire them, clinging to the stereotypical belief that people of color couldn’t be trusted. Samantha constantly taught her daughter that black people were liars and criminals. However, when Felicity went to college, she met many black individuals and began to realize her mother might have been wrong. She tried to educate Samantha, but even at 50 years old, Samantha refused to change her views.

At 26, Felicity had finished business school and was now a supervisor manager responsible for ensuring everything ran smoothly at the estates. One evening, after a long and stressful inspection with a client, she was exhausted and hungry. She drove to the mall to get some groceries. There, she saw a handsome black man and found herself unable to take her eyes off him. He was strikingly attractive. Their eyes met several times, and eventually, he walked over to her and tried to start a conversation. Despite her interest, she remained silent.

“Hi, my name is Mark. If you don’t want to speak to me, can I at least know your name?” he asked. His voice was deep and perfect, like music to Felicity’s ears. She found herself drawn to this man, but she knew her mother’s views on men of color. She gave him a small wave and walked to the shelf to pick up her items. Mark was still there, smiling at her with a perfect set of teeth. He pulled out his card and paid for her items. Although she thanked him, she felt his gesture was unnecessary. As she turned to leave, he took long strides and stood in front of her.

“I’m a plumber, and maybe you might need my services in the future,” he said with a warm smile. He pulled out his business card and handed it to her. She took the card, feigned a smile, and walked past him.

When Felicity arrived home, thoughts of the black gentleman overwhelmed her. Living alone in one of her mother’s many estates, she often felt bored and lonely. One evening, as she stared absent-mindedly at the television, a thought struck her. She reached for Mark’s business card and dialed his number. She waited, holding her breath until he answered her call. His voice flowed through her like a warm, comforting wave, making her smile involuntarily. She introduced herself, and they began to chat. It was clear Mark had been eagerly awaiting her call for days. After an hour of laughter and light conversation, they set a date for dinner.

During their first dinner date, Felicity discovered many wonderful things about Mark. He was funny, kind, and intelligent. While not wealthy, he was hardworking and had built a modest fortune. After several more dates, Mark asked her to be his girlfriend, and she happily accepted. Their relationship blossomed with love, affection, and devotion. However, Felicity harbored a deep-seated fear about the future. She knew her mother wouldn’t approve of their relationship, and this weighed heavily on her mind. She never told Mark about her mom’s prejudice against black people. Despite this, she held on to the hope that her mom’s opinion would change once she met Mark, whose soul was both charming and beautiful.

Their relationship continued for a few months, and on Valentine’s Eve, she decided to visit Mark. As she walked into his living room, she was stunned by the elaborate decorations. At first, she wondered if he was hosting a party, but then she saw him on one knee, holding a ring.

“I wanted to propose on Valentine’s Day, but you ruined the surprise. Marry me, Felicity,” he proposed. She froze for a moment, her mind racing with happiness, uncertainty, and fear. Determined not to let these feelings ruin the moment, she said yes. As she slid the ring onto her finger, she felt overjoyed to be marrying the love of her life. However, the fear of her mother’s reaction still lingered in the back of her mind.

A month later, they set a date for the introduction. Mark was excited to meet Samantha, who was one of the most prominent realtors in San Francisco. When she and Felicity arrived at Samantha’s place, Samantha didn’t hide her displeasure. She glared at Mark and smirked.

“Why did you bring a black man to my house?” she barked.

“Mom, he’s my fiancé,” Felicity replied. It felt like a nightmare to Samantha.

“Is this a prank?” Mark tried to speak, but Samantha shouted at him to stay quiet. She turned to her daughter, angrily reminding her of her prejudice against black people. Mark felt hurt and disappointed but knew better than to argue. Samantha continued her rant, expressing her outrage at Felicity’s decision. She then turned to Mark, warning him never to see Felicity again. Mark apologized and tried to change Samantha’s view, but she became even more furious, threatening to have him arrested if he spoke again. Respectfully, Mark bowed and left their home.

Felicity began pleading with her mom, but Samantha wouldn’t listen. She even threw her daughter out, threatening to disown her if she didn’t call off the engagement. Felicity kept pleading and begging, even as it started to rain. When it became clear her mom wouldn’t listen, she walked home alone in the downpour. Felicity arrived home soaking wet, her body trembling from the cold. After drying off, she called Mark right away to apologize. Mark’s voice crackled with emotion as he spoke. He couldn’t believe Samantha had been so cruel to her own daughter. Felicity reassured him that her feelings for him were unchanged and that they would overcome this challenge together. She was confident that her mom wouldn’t stay angry forever and would eventually come around. Mark felt comforted and strengthened by Felicity’s words.

“I will always love you,” he assured.

After the call, Mark felt completely energized and began planning the wedding. The following weekend, Felicity visited Mark’s parents and was deeply impressed by

their hospitality and kindness. They welcomed her like a daughter, even sharing some of their favorite dishes with her. Felicity felt truly loved and wished her mom would treat Mark the same way. Mark’s parents gave their blessing, allowing them to move forward with the marriage plans. A month later, with everything set and invitations sent out, Felicity visited her mom, hoping she would attend the wedding. To her shock, Samantha was still furious about the wedding plans. She tore the invitations and swore she would never attend. This broke Felicity’s heart, but she vowed not to show her weakness in front of her mother.

“Mom, I love you, but you can’t stop me from marrying the one I love.”

Her mom kept ranting, calling her names, and threatening to take her name off her beneficiaries.

“If you dare go on with the marriage, stay away from my properties!” Samantha barked.

“Mark is hardworking. We will build our fortune,” Felicity replied.

“You ungrateful daughter! After everything I’ve done for you, is this how you choose to repay me? You dare marry a black man?” Samantha screamed.

Unfortunately for Samantha, Felicity’s mind was made up. On the wedding day, Felicity still hoped her mom would miraculously show up, but she never did. After exchanging vows, they were pronounced husband and wife. Mark had secured a new apartment for them to start their family, determined to be a good husband and future father.

Two months after the wedding, Samantha visited Felicity. Despite holding a grudge against her mom, Felicity was glad she came. Samantha looked around the house and complained about the furniture and the interior decoration, criticizing everything she saw.

“I don’t know why you chose to marry that poor black man,” Samantha would often say.

“Mom, we will build our mansion soon enough,” Felicity replied.

A few months later, Felicity found out she was pregnant. When Samantha heard the news, she was overjoyed, eagerly anticipating the arrival of her grandchild. Nine months later, Felicity gave birth to a beautiful black baby boy. Excited, Felicity called her mom and asked her to rush down to the hospital. She couldn’t wait for her mom to meet her grandchild. Samantha was also beside herself with joy; she had always wanted a grandchild, and her dream had finally come true.

Unfortunately, Samantha’s excitement turned to shock and dismay when she saw her grandson. Unable to hide her disappointment, Samantha recoiled and screamed, “What is this black thing?” She refused to hold the baby and angrily stormed out of the hospital. Felicity saw the disgust in her mother’s eyes and felt a profound sense of loss, realizing she had lost her mother’s love and support. Soon, Mark joined Felicity at the hospital. He consoled her and promised to be there for her every step of the way. He cleared the bills and took his family home. The couple named their son Daniel. Mark and Felicity vowed to raise Daniel in a loving, accepting environment. Despite Samantha’s hurtful actions, they knew they had a challenging road ahead, but they were determined to protect their son and give him the best life possible. Felicity bonded deeply with Daniel, who had her eyes and nose but his father’s skin color. Motherhood was challenging for her as a new mom, but Mark’s mom was always there to support her.

Samantha, still reeling from the disappointment of having a black grandchild, never visited or answered Felicity’s calls. After a few months, Samantha finally visited her daughter. Her attitude toward her grandson was shocking. She refused to hold him and cringed whenever he crawled near her.

“Mom, he’s just a baby. What harm could he possibly do?” Felicity asked.

“He’s black,” Samantha fired.

Samantha’s attitude toward Daniel never improved and grew worse with each passing day. Even as a baby, Daniel sensed his grandmother’s disdain and would shy away from her. Despite this, Felicity remained hopeful that her mother would eventually change and come to love her grandson as her own.

Five years passed, yet Samantha’s animosity towards her grandson persisted. She wouldn’t even acknowledge Mark. One evening, Felicity visited her mother to prepare some dishes. Daniel, hopeful for his grandmother’s affection, smiled at her in the living room. Instead of a smile in return, Samantha’s face twisted with disgust. Daniel approached her, but she shoved him away as if he were a dangerous creature. Witnessing this, Felicity was furious. It was the breaking point. She couldn’t fathom someone harboring such hatred towards an innocent child for years. Felicity confronted Samantha and told her she would never set foot in her house again. She gathered her son and angrily left Samantha’s home. Within days, Felicity and her husband moved to LA. Samantha never apologized, convinced her daughter would return as she always had. This time, though, Felicity was resolute. Years passed without contact between mother and daughter. Samantha longed for Felicity but never reached out. After seven years, she finally tried to call, but the number wouldn’t connect. Perhaps Felicity had changed her SIM card, she wondered.

Eighteen years had passed since mother and daughter became estranged. Samantha, now aging, began to face health complications. She refused the idea of home caregivers and continued with her daily activities despite her declining condition. During a hospital checkup, doctors diagnosed her with kidney failure, a troubling illness requiring a transplant within a month. There were no close family members willing to donate, and those who were willing didn’t match. Samantha faced a grim scenario, fearful of what lay ahead as her health deteriorated.

“Don’t you have a son or daughter we could reach out to?” the doctor asked. Samantha disclosed that she had a daughter but didn’t know her whereabouts. The doctors pledged to find and contact her. A month later, Samantha suffered a severe health crisis and was fortunate to have a caregiver nearby. Paramedics rushed her to the hospital, where doctors stabilized her and delivered grim news. She urgently needed a kidney transplant within a week or things could turn fatal. With no word from her daughter, Samantha resigned herself mentally to the possibility of death. The doctors put her on bed rest while they awaited news of a potential donor.

Two days later, Samantha received news that a family member was in the hospital reception, ready to donate a kidney. Overjoyed at the thought of her daughter’s return, Samantha prepared an apology. The doctor placed her in a wheelchair and wheeled her to the reception hall. There, to her astonishment, stood her grandson. Daniel was now 24 years old. He stared at his grandmother with a smile on his face.

“Hello, Grandma,” he said.

“I’m not your grandmother,” she replied coldly, her eyes filled with disdain that had never wavered. Glancing around, she searched for her daughter but found no sign of her. She repeatedly asked for Felicity, but Daniel remained silent. Samantha persisted in her inquiries, but Daniel skillfully changed the subject each time. He attempted to ask about her health, but she brushed them off. An hour later, the doctor returned with startling news: Daniel’s kidney was a match for hers.

“No, doctor, my daughter would donate,” Samantha replied. The doctor informed her that there was no time to waste. At that point, Samantha realized how fleeting life could be. The boy she so despised was going to be her savior.

“Do you still want my kidney or not?” Daniel asked.

Realizing she wanted to live, Samantha broke down in tears, overwhelmed by the gravity of her mistakes. The weight of her racism had cost her family, and she felt immense regret for allowing it to happen. She continued to inquire about Felicity, but Daniel remained silent. As dusk approached, the transplant was scheduled, and Daniel’s right kidney was successfully extracted. Nine hours later, the transplant proved successful. As Samantha woke up in the hospital ward, she pondered the years she had spent harboring hate towards people of color, including her own son-in-law and grandson. Now, with a changed perspective, she realized her daughter had been right all along: black people are good and loving. Samantha deeply regretted her past prejudices and felt a strong urge to apologize to Felicity, hoping her daughter would forgive her.

Weeks later, Samantha was discharged, and her grandson drove her home. He helped her settle in and even prepared food for her, showing kindness despite her previous attitude. Before she ate, Samantha cried once more, pleading for forgiveness. Daniel smiled warmly and told her he had forgiven her long ago. Then, Samantha asked about Felicity. She needed to apologize to her and Mark. Daniel then revealed something devastating: Mark and Felicity had died in a train accident seven years earlier. Samantha nearly collapsed upon hearing the news. Her heart was heavy with grief. She sobbed uncontrollably, and Daniel worried she might have a heart attack. It was agonizing to realize her daughter had left on bad terms and was gone forever. Samantha wept for hours, with Daniel comforting her throughout.

Samantha realized the irony of life. The same person she had rejected was now her only family and heir to her wealth. He would be the one to look after her as she aged. Samantha felt so ashamed she almost went down on her knees once again to plead for forgiveness, but Daniel stopped her. He told her once again that he had forgiven her even before she asked. However, he made it clear that he was only following his mother’s wishes. She had always wanted the two of them to have a good relationship. Felicity had taught Daniel to be always kind and compassionate, and he wasn’t about to change that for anything. Samantha vowed to cherish and love Daniel. She was grateful he was her flesh and blood. Reflecting on her past prejudices, Samantha realized if Daniel had sought revenge, she wouldn’t have survived.

“I’m sorry, Felicity. I’m sorry, Mark,”

she whispered one last time.

o.