Seeing your child graduate from college or high school is one of the most special moments in your life as a parent.
Those who have experienced it will recall the sense of pride and uncontrollable happiness that arises when your not-so-little one completes a task they have been working toward for a very long time.
Dennis Roach, a Texas father, must have felt ten times better in 2018 since he was able to retake a 2000 photo of his daughter after she graduated from high school, and the outcome made people happy all around the world.
In 2000, Dennis celebrated his high school graduation with his toddler daughter Tori, which was a blessing.
They took a picture at the time, and Dennis gave his young girl a kiss. It was the fitting way to commemorate his momentous day.
It was Tori Roach who commemorated her high school graduation in 2018.
Naturally, Dennis was present to commemorate the event, and he and the other person came up with the brilliant idea of taking a fresh photo of the two of them from eighteen years ago.
In the last tale, Tori was cradled in her father’s arms and received another peck on the cheek.
Her 2000 and 2018 photos that she shared on Twitter were adored by fans. How well it will be accepted was beyond anyone’s prediction.
Under her photo, Tori added, “18 years later.” It received nearly 150,000 likes and 57,000 reposts before becoming viral.
Many others expressed their happiness with the picture in the comments section.
“This is the cutest thing ever,” someone said.
“One of the best pictures I have seen,” said an additional person. I’m wishing you and your family all the best.
“How beautiful…,” remarked a third.
However, the most intriguing aspect of the two images was undoubtedly the element that drew a lot of attention and comments from viewers.
One thing that was particularly noticeable was how little Tori’s father Dennis appeared to have aged in the two photos.
“What is the age of your father?” inquired someone.”He appears to be ageless.”
Another joker said, “I think you froze your father until you grow up.”
Did your dad age at all, dammit?A third made a joke.
Tori was shocked by the amount of interest in her post.
After graduating from high school, she was forced to clarify that her father, who was 37 at the time, wasn’t single.
She also discussed Dennis’s pride with People.
“There were a ton of notifications when I woke up. Individuals had resumed liking, commenting, and sharing. My father was really pleased with himself. Since we live in a tiny town, nothing similar to this rarely occurs. And he exclaimed, “That’s awesome!”
“I feel that not many other people get to experience that,” she continued, “so in a way, it brought me and my dad closer.”
My Stepmom Burnt My College Acceptance Letter in a Fireplace — But She Wasn’t Smiling When a Stranger Showed Up at Our Door
When my stepmom burnt my college acceptance letter in the fireplace, I thought my dreams were gone. But then a stranger showed up at our door, holding a pink suitcase and a message from my late mother that changed everything.
This happened when I was 18, but I remember every detail like it was yesterday. It was the moment my life changed and I learned how strong I really was.
It was a warm April afternoon in the early 2000s, one of those Southern days when the sun feels like it’s going to melt your skin.
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I was walking home from the animal shelter where I volunteered, clutching a bag of treats for Buster, my grumpy ginger cat. He was my comfort, my companion, and the one constant I could rely on in a life that often felt overwhelmingly lonely.
When I was a child, my mother passed away, leaving my dad and me to figure out life together. For a while, it felt like we were a team until he remarried Kelly. She never liked me and made sure I knew it.
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From the beginning, she seemed to resent me, as if I was some competition for my dad’s love. After he tragically passed away in a car accident just after my 17th birthday, Kelly became my only guardian.
No extended family stepped in. No friends of my parents. It was just me and her. In a sense, I was grateful that I hadn’t been taken away to a group home. But she still didn’t like me.
18 year old woman looking sad in a living room with a blonde woman behind her | Source: Midjourney
Walking up the driveway, I shook off the heaviness that thinking about her always brought. I focused instead on the dream that had kept me going through all of her jabs, her undermining, and her disdain: college.
Today, I was supposed to get my acceptance letter. My escape plan was finally becoming real.
But as I opened the front door, a wave of heat slammed into me. It made no sense. It was spring in the South! The air outside was already hot, but inside, it felt like a sauna.
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The sound of crackling fire drew my attention to the living room. I dropped my bag on the floor and stood frozen in the doorway, watching Kelly, who was perched by the roaring fireplace, staring into the flames, fixated.
“Kelly,” I asked cautiously, “why’s the fireplace on?”
She didn’t even turn to look at me. Instead, she smiled a cold, sharp smirk that made my stomach twist. “Oh, don’t worry, dear. I just thought you should see your college dreams go up in flames.”
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My breath caught in my throat. “What?” I croaked as I moved closer.
She gestured lazily at the fire, where I could see the remains of what looked like a large envelope and crisp papers reduced to ash.
“Your acceptance letter came,” she said casually, “but you don’t need it. You’ll be working at my café this summer and for the foreseeable future to thank me for being such a great stepmother. College isn’t in the cards for someone like you.”
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe, and the room blurred as tears welled up in my eyes.
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My escape plan, the life I had worked so hard to build for myself, had just been incinerated before my eyes. “Why would you do this?” I managed to whisper.
Kelly shrugged. “I’m doing you a favor, Pamela. You’d never make it in college anyway. It’s better for you to stick to practical work.”
I wanted to scream, to throw something, to demand she explain how she could be so cruel. But wait, maybe I could call the school? But the sharp ring of the doorbell cut through all my thoughts.
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Kelly frowned and stood up, smoothing down her sweater. “Stay here,” she snapped. “I’ll get it.”
Wiping at my cheeks, I followed her to the door, though I didn’t have the energy to argue. I assumed it was one of our neighbors, here to chat or drop something off.
But when she opened the door, it wasn’t a familiar face. Standing on the porch was a distinguished-looking man in a crisp suit, holding a bright pink suitcase.
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“Are you Pamela?” he asked, his eyes meeting mine with warmth.
“Yes,” I said cautiously, stepping forward.
“I’m Mr. Robertson,” he said, holding out his hand to me. “I’m here because your mom asked me to.”
I blinked. “My mom?” The words felt foreign in my mouth. I barely remembered her. “I don’t understand.”
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Mr. Robertson nodded as if he’d expected my confusion. “Your mother and I knew each other when we were students at the state college. We stayed in touch over the years, and she always spoke about you with such love and hope for your future. I’m now the Dean of Admissions. When I saw your application come through, I knew I had to ensure her dream for you became a reality.”
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I glanced at Kelly, whose face turned a shade of red I’d never seen before. She was about to explode. “This is highly inappropriate,” she sputtered, stepping forward. “I should call the school to report you for intervening in admissions. Besides, Pamela is busy this summer. She has obligations. She won’t be going—”
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Mr. Robertson held up a hand, silencing her with one look. “Ma’am, I understand your concerns, but Pamela’s acceptance to the college is well-deserved. She has exceptional qualifications and wrote an essay that moved the admissions committee deeply. She’s earned this opportunity,” he stated seriously. “I just wanted to meet her and make sure she knows it.”
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My throat tightened with his words, but breathing became even harder when he pulled a worn photograph from his suitcase. It was my mother, young and vibrant, smiling in her graduation cap and gown. Standing beside her was a much younger Mr. Robertson.
“Your mom always wanted this for you,” he said, handing me the photo. “And she would be so proud of you.”
For a moment, I couldn’t speak. The weight of everything, the loss of my mom, the grief for my dad, and the years of enduring Kelly’s belittling, overwhelmed me. But alongside the sadness, I felt something else: hope.
18 year old woman smiling in the doorway of a house | Source: Midjourney
Mr. Robertson continued, “Obviously, your classes don’t start until September, but I’d like to offer you a summer internship in my office after your graduation. It’s just admin work, but it’ll give you a chance to familiarize yourself with the campus, earn some money, and get a head start.”
“She can’t go!” Kelly snapped, shrilly. “She has to work at the café all summer. We’re much too busy! Besides, I burned her acceptance letter already!”
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Something inside me surged. For one second, after seeing my future burning in that fireplace, I had given up. Mr. Robertson had come just at the right time, like a message from my mom—an angel.
So, I turned to her, wiping my tears. “No, Kelly,” I said, breathless but resolute. “I’m not a child. You can’t control me anymore. I let you, but I shouldn’t have, not since I turned 18. Even if Mr. Robertson hadn’t arrived, I would’ve called the school to explain. I AM going to college, no matter what you do.”
18 year old woman looking determined in the doorway of a house | Source: Midjourney
She opened her mouth to argue, but Mr. Robertson stepped in, reaching inside his pink suitcase again and producing an envelope. “Ma’am, I have a copy of her acceptance. Pamela deserves this opportunity. She earned it,” he said. “If you interfere, I’ll be forced to take further action.”
“But she owes me,” Kelly insisted, her features twisting.
“No, I don’t,” I retorted, feeling the truth of those words fully. I don’t think I could’ve uttered them earlier or without Mr. Robertson by my side.
18 year old woman smiling in the doorway of a house | Source: Midjourney
Kelly glared at us, but the fight quickly went out of her. She turned on her heel and stormed away from the open front door into her bedroom.
I focused back on Mr. Robertson, who handed me his business card. “Call me later so we can finalize the details, so you’ll be ready after you finish high school,” he said. “Your mother would be so proud of you. Never forget that.”
I nodded, smiling brightly at my savior, who returned my grin.
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As he walked away, I stood on the porch, holding tightly to the photo, his card, and the copy of my acceptance letter. The three items that proved I was not only free but also not so alone.
That night, I packed a bag. Then, working up the courage, I called my friend Sarah, who told me to come live with her and her parents. Before, she’d been just a school companion, but from that moment on, she became family.
I moved out of Kelly’s house the next day with my cat, leaving behind my stepmother’s toxic grip for good.
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Over the next few weeks, I finished high school happily, knowing that a brighter future awaited me. By early June, I started my internship and loved every minute, although it was mostly menial work.
Despite my pay, I had to take out some student loans. However, Mr. Robertson helped me apply for scholarships whenever he found any.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t live in the dorms with Buster, but I found pet-friendly student housing nearby.
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The rest is history. It’s been around 20 years, and I have a family now, a solid career, and more happiness than I could hope for. Buster died a few years ago. He was my soul cat, but we now have 3 more kitties to adore.
Sarah is still very much in my life, too.
I don’t know what happened to Kelly. I didn’t bother to keep in touch with her. But I learned something from her that I’ve never forgotten. There will always be people who try to put you down, extinguish your light, and force you to become someone you’re not.
Happy woman with arms up outdoors | Source: Midjourney
You can’t give up when that happens. Instead, you need to rise. Fight for your dreams and shine brightly, because you are capable of so much more than they can imagine.
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