He rejected his wife and twin daughters as bad luck… 20 years later, THIS happened

He was a respected man in his community. Ena was not poor; he was a carpenter and built beds, closets, and ceiling frames for the people of Yumiki and nearby villages. People respected him and knew him throughout the town. His wife, Adogo, was a calm and respectful woman, always quiet, who never said an inappropriate word. Everyone thought that she would bring peace to Ena’s home, but that peace never came in the way everyone expected.

The first three years of marriage were difficult. Adogo suffered two miscarriages, the first at three months and the second with even more serious consequences. During the second miscarriage, Adogo almost bled to death and was unable to walk properly for weeks. Namecha’s mother, Mama Aima, began to look at Adogo in a different way. He spoke louder at home, especially when Adogo was around. “Some women bring bad luck with them,” said Mama Aima.

At first, Namecha tried to defend his wife. He told his mother it wasn’t Adogo’s fault, but over time, he himself began to change. He distanced himself from her, stopped hugging her at night, and the pressure to have a child, especially a son, began to consume him. Adogo noticed, and the distance between them grew. She prayed every night, not only for a son, but also praying that she wouldn’t feel like a stranger in her own home.

When the fourth year of their marriage arrived, Adogo became pregnant again. This time, she didn’t tell anyone until she was five months pregnant; only Namecha knew. She feared everything would go wrong again, so she avoided the market and spent most of her time at home. She followed all the local nurse’s advice: no herbs, no stress, and slow movements. When the ninth month arrived, Adogo gave birth to three beautiful girls. The first one came out crying loudly, the second one was smaller but breathing well, and the third one arrived with more difficulty, but also survived.

Adogo wasn’t bothered by the fact that they were three girls. The important thing was that all three were alive. However, when Namecha learned that all three were girls, his face changed. “Three girls,” he said with a disappointed expression. Without saying anything else, he walked away. Adogo expected him to see them, to pick them up, but instead, it was Mama Aima who entered the room. She didn’t even look at the girls. She just said, “Three girls. In the end…”

That night, Namecha didn’t approach Adogo or her daughters. She didn’t ask to hold any of them, nor did she even look at Adogo. The next day, she didn’t come home early. She began to distance herself more, and eventually, she moved into a separate room. A few days later, she told Adogo to leave her house with the girls. “Take your daughters and go back to where you came from,” she ordered coldly. Adogo, desperate, begged, cried, and knelt before her mother-in-law, but Mama Aima just looked at her with contempt and said, “Do you think you’re the first woman to be thrown out? You brought this on yourself.”

Under the scorching sun, Adogo, carrying her three daughters, walked to her father’s house, only to discover that he had died the previous year. Her brothers told her they had no room for a woman with three mouths to feed. With no other option, Adogo took refuge in an abandoned building on the outskirts of Yumiki, where she began begging for food at the market, working as a cleaner in schools, and washing clothes for neighbors. Little by little, with great effort and sacrifice, she raised her daughters: Anyi, Anwuli, and Amina.

Every night, Adogo taught them to read by candlelight, braided their hair with trembling hands, and hugged them tightly whenever the world made them feel unwelcome. She told them again and again, “You are not bad luck. You are my blessings.”

The girls grew up strong, intelligent, and beautiful. Anyi loved books and dreamed of being a writer. Anwuli sang and danced with such a captivating voice that she always managed to surprise everyone. Amina, the quietest and most thoughtful, said she wanted to be a doctor because she remembered how difficult it was for her mother to earn money to buy medicine. So, when the three of them turned twenty, they worked tirelessly to obtain scholarships, cleaned shoes, braided hair, taught children, and sold candy until they finally managed to get ahead.

The day Amina graduated from medical school, she cried. Not because she was afraid, but because she thought of all her mother’s sacrifices—every time she went hungry so they could eat, every time she walked barefoot so they could study. On her first day at the hospital, Amina entered the emergency room and saw an elderly man on a stretcher, struggling to breathe. She rushed to his side, performed CPR, and stabilized him as best she could. But when she raised her head and saw the man’s face, something in her heart stopped her. Something was painfully familiar. Though he didn’t recognize her, Amina did. It was Namecha, her father, the man who had rejected them 20 years ago.

Amina decided to keep the secret. She didn’t tell the nurses or her supervisor, not even her sisters, who called her every night to pray together. She remembered what her mother always told her: “God sees everything, even when we don’t understand.” So, Amina continued working. Day after day, she checked her father’s vital signs, changed his IV, and helped him get up. He never acknowledged her. Yet the past burned in her chest.

One day, after several days of caring for him, a woman wearing a headscarf entered the room. When Amina saw her, her heart leapt. The woman dropped a basket of oranges on the floor. Amina looked at her, and her lips whispered, “Mama?” The woman looked at her and burst into tears. It was Adogo, her mother.

They both remained still, staring at each other in an emotional silence, until the woman burst into tears. Adogo had arrived at the hospital to see a sick neighbor, and upon seeing Namecha’s name on the door, she couldn’t help but peek inside. Finding her daughter in the room, the two stared at each other for a long moment. Namecha, confused, stared at them, her eyes filled with guilt and regret.

“Look, you look just like her,” Namecha murmured. And at that moment, Adogo approached, walked to the foot of the bed, and said softly, “She must look just like me. She’s your daughter.”

Tears began to well up in Namecha’s eyes. He wasn’t crying from the physical pain, but from the weight of his decisions. Twenty years of regret were drowning him. Finally, the truth had come out, and guilt overwhelmed him.

Amina looked at her father and whispered, her heart heavy with sadness, “We didn’t need you to know, Dad. We just needed you to care.”

In that small room, the heart monitor beeped softly. Fallen oranges littered the floor. Three people stood motionless, trapped in a story that had finally come full circle. And for the first time in his life, Namecha cried not from pain, but from the deep regret of the lost years, of the decisions that could never be undone.