My Family Kicked Me Out For Marrying An Egg Farmer. Years Later, They Were Begging At My Door…

An Unpleasant Reunion

As soon as we arrived, my family mocked us openly. My mother looked at us and asked,

“No offense but how old are you guys? You must be quite poor to be working so hard that you’re all sunburnt like this.”

Her words cut deep and I was mortified.

“Please stop, Mom,”

I begged in a small voice, but she ignored me.

My brother with a smug smile added,

“Smart people like me make money with intellectual work. Only people who aren’t intelligent end up doing such primitive labor.”

I turned pale, and the gentle smiles on my in-laws’ faces froze. Elliot, standing by my side, spoke up firmly.

“With all due respect, we are proud to be farmers.”

Disowned Again

My father, still looking down on us, laughed condescendingly.

“Let me make this clear,”

he said to me.

“You’re nothing to us anymore. You’re marrying a poor farmer who is to sweat for his money. Don’t expect anything from us and don’t ever come asking for money. We don’t want to see you anymore.”

I had already been disowned when I was 16, so their words didn’t come as a surprise. Still, I had hoped that with time things might have changed, but this visit only confirmed that my biological family wanted nothing to do with me.

As we left, the sympathetic looks from my in-laws and Elliot were hard to bear. On the way home, I quietly cried and made a firm decision to let go of my biological family for good.

Building a New Life

Time passed quickly, and before I knew it, 16 years had gone by. The emotional scars had healed. I had two children, and my life was busy but fulfilling.

I had almost completely erased the memories of my parents and brother from my mind, but one day a cousin of mine called to tell me that my brother was getting married. This cousin and I had always stayed in touch even after I got married.

Occasionally I’d send them rice from our farm, and they became regular buyers, loving the taste of our produce. We enjoyed chatting on the phone, and during one of our conversations, my cousin mentioned,

“You know we’ll get to meet at your brother’s wedding.”

I hadn’t heard a word about the wedding from my brother or parents, but that wasn’t surprising given how estranged we were. My cousin also told me that my brother was building a new duplex and both my parents and my brother planned to move there after the wedding.

A Cold Rejection

After finishing the call with my cousin, I had a sudden urge to try contacting my family. I dialed my mother’s cell phone number, but I was greeted with an automated message saying the number was no longer in service.

I tried my father’s number next, but the same message played. It seemed they had changed their phone numbers, and since I didn’t know my brother’s number, I couldn’t reach him either.

With trembling fingers, I called the landline for my family’s home. The phone rang, and to my surprise, my brother answered.

“Hello brother, it’s Sienna,”

I said nervously.

“I heard you’re getting married and moving. I just wanted to—”

but before I could finish my sentence he cut me off.

“There’s no need for you to do anything. You’re a stranger to me, a farmer. Don’t call me again,”

he snapped, and then hung up the phone.

My True Family

I immediately tried calling back, but I had already been blocked. The rejection was harsh, even though I had expected it. No matter how much my brother disliked me, we were still family, and it hurt to be dismissed so coldly.

Seeing my distress, Elliot gently asked,

“What happened?”

I couldn’t hold back my tears any longer and told him about the conversation. Both Elliot and my in-laws were furious, as if the insult had been directed at them.

“Your home is here with us, Sienna. We are your family now,”

my mother-in-law said, her words filled with kindness.

Her reassurance brought me to tears again. I wished she were my real mother because she cared for me far more than my biological mother ever had.

My father-in-law chimed in saying,

“You’re happy now and that’s what matters. Don’t let their words hurt you. In the end, the one who smiles is the one who wins.”

Elliot added,

“Let’s use them as a reminder of how not to be. We’ll never let our family turn out like that.”

Even our children, who didn’t fully understand the situation, hugged me tightly. I felt such warmth and love for my true family. Though I wasn’t blessed with the supportive biological family, I realized just how happy and fortunate I was now.

Success and Recognition

But things took an unexpected turn when our farming business was featured on national television. My in-laws had always been large-scale grain farmers, and they also grew a variety of fruits and vegetables.

Over time, I found ways to make use of produce that couldn’t be sold due to minor imperfections. I had studied Food business in college and created a successful online store selling jams, juices, and pickles made from slightly damaged fruits and vegetables.

Supported by the local Farmers Union, my business became a huge success particularly among moms looking for safe locally produced food for their children and seniors who miss the taste of homemade pickles.

The company grew to a $10 million business, and when it was featured in a detailed report on television, we received a flood of attention from new customers, business partners, and media outlets interested in our story.

A Shameless Request

The company phone and my personal smartphone were ringing non-stop, and amidst all the calls, one from an unknown number caught me off guard. I answered it without thinking, only to be surprised by the voice on the other end. It was my brother.

I could tell immediately that he must have seen the national television feature about our business. Barely exchanging pleasantries, he jumped straight to his request.

“I’m starting a business. Can you lend me some money?”

I was taken aback.

“Excuse me,”

I said, but the answer was clear in my mind.

“That would be a no,”

I replied, feeling a mix of frustration and disbelief. Without waiting for a response, I hung up almost immediately.

He called again. This time his voice was full of entitlement.

“Stop arguing and just give me the money. If a woman like you can start a business and make money then I’m bound to be successful,”

he shouted, as though his words could bully me into submission.