09/03/2025
My father took back the motorcycle he had once given me, after I restored it, so I went for revenge.
At 18, my parents forgot my birthday entirely. The day after, maybe feeling apologetic, my father handed me the keys to his Harley that had been parked in the garage unused for around thirty years.
I was thrilled—I had always wanted to ride that bike. To be sure, I asked if he really wanted me to have it. He confirmed, saying it hadn’t started in decades.
I dedicated a year, putting aside money from my job at the café, and restored the Harley in my free hours. Fourteen months later, the motorcycle was finished. I took it over to my parents' home, feeling proud of what I had accomplished.
My father didn’t offer congratulations. Instead, his face turned serious. "This bike has become too valuable. It was too much to give you for your birthday. I’ll give you $1,000 and keep the bike." I was crushed. After all that effort, he decided to reclaim it.
I didn’t argue and pretended to accept his decision. Inside, though, I was already thinking about getting my revenge. ⬇️
