A woman is stunned when her son k=icks her out of her own house and sells it for a fortune, but years later she recognizes a beggar on the street as him. Carol Wallace had been through a lot in her life. Many other women would have been embittered by their suffering but Carol had always kept her chin up, her hopes high, and love in her heart even when faced with the worst of betrayals!

At 55, Carol had a stable life with a good job and a pleasant home of her own. But just thirteen years before, she’d gone through a harrowing experience that had led to a period of homelessness — and her own son had put her on the streets. Carol had married for the first time when she was just 18 to a charming older man who had swept her off her feet. Unfortunately, her husband took up with an even younger woman shortly after their third wedding anniversary and the birth of their only child.

Carol was heartbroken and had sought her parents’ assistance and support. Her parents were dedicated to her because she was an only child after her older brother died in an accident. She pulled herself together and focused on her profession and raising her son, Greg. Carol met Charles when Greg was thirteen years old.

Charles was completely smitten with her and sought her nonstop. Charles’ apparent charisma did not persuade Carol’s parents. They assumed he was another suave con artist and feared he would shatter their daughter’s heart sooner or later. So they consulted with their lawyer and transferred the deed to their home to their grandson.

They spoke with Carol and Greg and informed him that the house belonged to his mother and that it was simply in his name as a precaution in case the anticipated marriage to Charles did not work out. Carol, despite her parents’ reservations, fell in love and married Charles. Unfortunately, both of her parents died within six months of each other a few years later. Carol was heartbroken about her parents’ deaths, and Charles was sympathetic.

Carol had a wonderful marriage for eight years. She was convinced she’d found and married the man of her dreams. She was in for an unpleasant revelation, however. Charles announced his divorce from her two days after her 42nd birthday. He stated (in a nice manner) that, while he still loved her, he had found happiness elsewhere.

He also insisted on a division of their assets, and he was furious to learn that her parents’ extremely wealthy property did not belong to her.
Carol moved into her parents’ home, which had previously been profitably rented out. Greg had married and was busy creating a successful practice as a psychologist in the meantime.

“Honey, I think we should go to the notary next week and get the house back in my name,” Carol told her son about the house. Greg said, “Mom.” “I’m having a bad week coming up, and then I’m going to see Grace’s parents in Miami the following week. When I return, we’ll resolve it!” They didn’t settle it when Greg returned. The visit to the lawyer was continually postponed for some reason or another.

Carol was annoyed but not very concerned. This was her son, after all… Greg showed up uninvited two months later. “Hello, mum!” he exclaimed nonchalantly. “Listen, I’d like you to vacate the premises by the end of the week. The house has been sold.” Carol spilled hot tea all over her legs when she dropped the teapot she was holding. However, she didn’t even notice the burns at the time. She exclaimed, “What?”

“I’m sorry, Greg, but I didn’t get it… “The house,” Greg stated emphatically. “I’ve already sold it. You must depart by Friday.” Carol said, “This is MY house!” “How did you manage to sell it?” He stated, “According to the Law.” “The house belongs to me. It’s in my name, on my property, and you have to go right away because you don’t even pay rent.”

Carol only had three days to leave the house and locate a new place to live. Fortunately, she was taken in by a good friend. She was grateful to her buddy, but she shared a small apartment with a large family and had to move out after a week. She began living in her car, showering and changing at the gym, with no one noticing she was homeless. She had cobbled together a deposit on a small apartment after a year.

She gradually put herself back together, saved a little money, and even began dating a nice man. Carol was on her way out to supper thirteen years after her son had evicted her from her home when she noticed a homeless guy begging in the parking lot. She was saddened as she remembered those dark days when she’d lost everything, even her faith in humanity.

She approached the man and took $50 from her purse. She said, “Here.” “Take this, eat something hot…” But suddenly the beggar raised his head, allowing the streetlamp to fall on his face. “Greg!” Carol sobbed. It was her son, but he had been changed in some way. He was frail, weak, and unkempt. She said, “What happened to you?” “Where has Grace gone?”

“Mom?” Greg inquired. “Is that you, sir? Grace… Grace had abandoned me. We got $400,000 for the house, but then I went gambling… Grace seized what remained. I lost my license because of some unethical dealings… Carol gently assisted her kid to his feet and whispered, “Come with me.” “You’re not spending the night here.” She called to cancel her dinner reservation and brought Greg home with her to feed him.

Greg slept on Carol’s couch that night, but the next day, Carol used her savings to buy him a caravan to live in. Greg landed a job as a counselor at a halfway house with her aid and slowly began to put his life back together. “Mom,” Greg said quietly. “Why are you still assisting me after everything I’ve done to you?” Carol chuckled. “You should know, my son, that a mother’s heart is always open no matter what!”