I spent a month in the hospital, and when I came home, I saw my things in boxes on the street: my daughter kicked me out of the house, but soon something terrible happened

I usually don’t write on social networks, but now I need advice. How to live on?

I’m 85 years old. I spent the last month in the hospital due to health problems. I have almost no relatives left, only my only daughter takes care of me. All this time I dreamed of returning home: to take a shower, lie in my bed, feel the smell of my native walls again.

But when I returned, I saw a strange picture: all my things were in boxes in the yard, and there were new locks on the door.

I didn’t understand what was going on here and refused to believe that my daughter did this until the door opened and she came out into the street.

“Oh, Dad, you’re back,” she said, as if nothing had happened. “I packed your things.”

— But why? I’m not going anywhere.

— How are you not going? We’re going to a nursing home. The doctors said you need 24/7 care, and I can’t take care of you anymore.

— But this is my home! I want to live out my days here.

— No, Dad. This is my home. And you don’t have long left anyway.

With these words, she thrust a few taxi bills into my hands and slammed the door.

I stood on the street, not knowing where to go or what to do. My hands were shaking, and tears were streaming down my face. I was in great pain and upset, but I tried to hold on. While I was standing near the boxes, something very unexpected happened. I’ll tell you exactly what happened, and I hope for your advice on how to fix all this?

At that moment, a neighbor came over — a young guy, as far as I remembered, he was a blogger. He saw my boxes, heard part of the conversation with my daughter and immediately turned on the camera.

“Friends, look what’s going on,” he said live on air. “An old man was kicked out of his own home by his own family.”

“Son, don’t film this, these are our family problems.”

But he didn’t pay attention to me.

The story spread across the Internet in a matter of hours. People were outraged, wrote comments, condemned my daughter. The company where she worked fired her. Friends turned away. People on the street started pointing fingers, saying, “That’s the one who kicked out her father.”

My daughter is sure that he did it on purpose, wanted revenge.

And I… now I don’t know if all this is right.

Yes, my daughter treated me cruelly. But she was my only one. And now she has no friends, no job, no future. She has lost everything because of me.