I was folding laundry when I heard a deep engine rumble—not the old Civic. I looked outside and nearly dropped a towel. Bright red BMW. Fresh wax. Custom rims. My son, Levon, stepped out like he was in a music video. “What do you think?” he grinned.
I asked where he got it. “It’s mine,” he said. But Levon works at McDonald’s—how could he afford it?
He dodged my questions. Said he “knew a guy.” I got suspicious. The next day, I followed him to a warehouse. He came out 45 minutes later with a backpack.
That night, I confronted him. He finally told me the truth: he was flipping limited-edition sneakers with a partner. He’d been running a small reselling business on the side for months—quietly, legally, and profitably. That BMW? Paid for with his own hustle.
He felt ashamed because everyone assumed he was “just the McDonald’s kid.” I underestimated him.
Now, he’s building a legit business. And I’m helping.
Lesson: Don’t jump to conclusions with your kids. Ask, listen, and believe they’re capable. Sometimes, behind the flash, there’s real grit—and a dream taking shape.
