I Sacrificed Everything to Pay for My Daughter’s College, Until One Phone Call Changed Everything — Story of the Day  

I worked day and night, gave up my dreams, and ignored my health just to pay for my daughter’s college. I believed every sacrifice was worth it—until a single phone call shattered everything I thought I knew. What I discovered left me speechless.

Ever since I had children, everything I did was for them. I dedicated my life to making theirs better, and I thought I was doing a good job.

But it turned out I was wrong.

I had two daughters, Emily and Grace, and I loved them with all my heart.

I raised them alone, and I will be honest — it was incredibly difficult. But I kept moving forward, for their sake.

Emily, my eldest, decided not to pursue college after high school. She told me she would get a job and build her career that way.

I did not argue, even though I really wanted her to study. But it was her life, and she had every right to choose her own path.

Grace, the younger one, had been saying since childhood that she would become a doctor.

She worked hard in school to get into university, and I supported her every step of the way.

I had once dreamed of becoming a doctor myself, but when I got pregnant, that dream slipped away.

So I put all my hopes into Grace. I worked tirelessly, despite the pain in my knee, to pay for her education.

I cleaned hotel rooms during the day and worked night shifts at the hospital as an orderly, since night work paid more. I never complained, because I knew why I was doing it.

Every time my daughters called to ask how I was doing, I always said I was fine. I did not want them to worry about me. I was their mother — it was my job to worry, not theirs.

One day, I felt especially unwell. My knee hurt terribly, and I wasn’t sure if I could even make it to work.

But then, I looked at the calendar and remembered that Grace’s tuition payment was due soon. So, I forced myself out of bed, wrapped my aching knee, and went to work.

That day was hard. I had a long list of rooms to clean, and the pain in my knee kept growing worse. Still, I worked through it, clenching my teeth to keep going.

Around lunchtime, I felt my phone vibrating in the pocket of my uniform. I pulled it out and saw the screen: Emily.

“Hi, sweetheart, how are you doing?”

“Mom, if you’re standing, I think you should sit down. I have something to tell you,” Emily urged, her voice tense.

“What is it?” I asked, lowering myself onto the bed in one of the rooms.

“Grace got expelled from university!”

“What?!” To say I was shocked would be an understatement.

“Yes. She hasn’t been attending classes for almost half a year. She skipped lectures and failed her exams,” Emily explained.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I’ve been sending her money for tuition all this time.”

“I just found out myself… Wait, you were still sending her money?” Emily asked in disbelief.

“Yes, every month. For tuition and also for her daily expenses.”

“Oh, Mom, I’m so sorry… I had no idea,” Emily murmured. She hesitated, then added quietly, “There’s actually something I wanted to ask you… about money.”

“We’ll talk about that at home. But first, I need to speak with Grace.”

“Okay. I saw on social media that she’s at the pool with her friends.”

“She is in so much trouble!” I snapped and hung up the phone.

I immediately called Grace, but she declined the call. Instead, she sent me a short text.

“In anatomy rn, gotta run to class. Talk later.”

I couldn’t believe my daughter was lying to me so shamelessly.

But fine. I was going to catch her red-handed.

I asked for time off from work, claiming that my knee was hurting too much — which, honestly, it was.

On any other day, I would have pushed through. That was not just any day.

So I got into my car and drove straight to the pool where Grace and her friends were hanging out.

I entered the facility and saw them immediately: a small group—Grace and three of her friends—sitting by the poolside, sipping cocktails and laughing loudly.

I walked toward them and stood right behind Grace, who had her back turned to me. She did not even notice me until one of her friends pointed in my direction.

Grace turned around and looked at me in shock.

“Mom! What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?! Shouldn’t you be in a lecture right now?!”

“Mom, I can explain,” Grace blurted out.

“I work day and night to pay for your education — an education you’re not even attending!”

“It’s not that simple. I wasn’t using the money for myself. Emily needed it. She asked, and I just—”

“Don’t you dare drag your sister into this! This is on you, Grace. Only you.”

“But it’s the truth!”

“I don’t want to hear another excuse,” I said coldly. “I can’t even look at you right now.”

I turned and walked away, leaving Grace in tears. Yet, there was a thought I couldn’t shake that flickered through my mind: earlier, on the phone, Emily had tried to tell me she “needed to ask about money.”

For the first time, doubt crept in.

***

When I got home, I saw Emily standing outside. Minutes later, the anger toward her sister spilled out.

“Stop it,” I said firmly. “She is still your sister.”

Emily hesitated, then looked at me. “Mom, can I ask you something?”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Could you give me the money you’ve been saving for Grace’s tuition?”

“Why would you need that money?”

Emily’s lips curved into a small smile. “Because I’m pregnant.”

I sat in silence, stunned, before pulling Emily into a tight embrace.

“Of course I’ll help you. And Roy… he’s the father?”

She gave a quick laugh. “Mom, who else would it be?”

Her laugh sounded a little too forced, and for a second, something in my chest tightened. But I brushed it off. For a moment, happiness swelled in me. But it didn’t last. Just minutes later, the doorbell rang. Grace.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now,” I said, my voice cold.

“I know, but I really need to explain everything to you.”

“Explain what? That I sacrificed my health and life just to pay for a university that kicked you—”

“That was never my dream! It was yours!”

“What are you saying? You wanted to be a doctor since you were a child,” I reminded her.

“Because you drilled it into my head! After you realized Emily wasn’t going to become one! It was always your dream, Mom! I just wanted to be a good daughter, to please you, to finally be seen for once,” Grace cried.

“You were always seen. Just like Emily.”

“That’s not true! You loved her more! Not until I said I wanted to be a doctor did you even care!”

“I am sorry you felt that way. But it’s not true. I love you both equally.”

“Oh, really? Then why do you believe every word Emily says, but you won’t even give me a chance to speak?”

“Shut up. Now,” Emily ordered as she appeared in the hallway.

“Why? So you can keep manipulating mom?”

“Grace, I’m serious. Shut your mouth right now, or you will regret it,” Emily warned, her tone threatening.

But Grace did not back down.

“I was not expelled. I left the university on my own because I realized I could not, and did not, want to be a doctor,” Grace revealed. “I wanted to tell you, Mom. But Emily stopped me. She said you would hate me and never forgive me.”

“If you do not shut up right now, I swear—” Emily began, but Grace cut her off again.

“Then she started demanding money — the money you were sending me. She manipulated me, threatened to tell you everything so you would cut me off forever,” Grace said tearfully.

“Emily, why did you do that?” I asked.

“Mom, don’t listen to her. She’s lying!”

“She and Roy are broke. But they still want to live like royalty. She blew all your money on new phones, designer clothes, and expensive restaurants. And when I finally decided I could not take it anymore and tried to tell you the truth, Emily beat me to it and lied to you again,” Grace revealed.

“Maybe you misunderstood. Emily is pregnant. They needed the money for the baby,” I offered weakly, still not wanting to believe it.

“She is not pregnant! They are in debt! That is what the money was really for!” Grace shouted.

Emily stepped closer, her face darkening.

“I will make your life a living hell.”

“So it’s true?” I asked.

“Oh, please. You had the money to pay for her tuition, so what difference does it make who got it?” Emily said nonchalantly.

“I worked myself to the bone to earn that money! And you wasted it on nonsense! I will not give you another penny! And I will take you to court to get it back!” I screamed, trembling with rage.