Hardly anyone knew that Derek Ryder even had a mother.
Whenever his friends brought up their parents, Derek would go silent or quickly change the subject. No one was ever invited over to his house—no movie nights, no birthday parties, not even for a quick video game session.
From elementary school through his senior year of high school, Derek’s home remained off-limits.
When he began dating, he came up with convenient lies to avoid bringing his girlfriends over.
“My mom’s super religious,” he’d say. “She’s strict about dating and all that.” But the truth was much more complicated—and far more painful.
Derek was deeply ashamed of his mother.
To him, she looked like something out of a horror film. Gail Ryder had only one functioning eye, and the left side of her face was covered in scars.
For as long as Derek could remember, this had been her appearance. When he was a little boy, it hadn’t mattered.
She was just his mom, warm and loving. But as he grew older, he started noticing how others reacted to her.
She wasn’t like other moms—she was disfigured.
On his first day of school, Derek had watched the way other parents stared at his mother, despite her efforts to cover up with dark sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat.
That night, he told her firmly, “I don’t want you walking me to the school gate anymore.”
Gail was taken aback. “But, sweetheart, the other moms walk their children in, too. You’re still little.”
“You’re a freak!” Derek shouted. “I heard Bobby’s mom say it. And now everyone will think I’m a freak too!”
From that day on, Gail never stepped onto school grounds again.
Every morning, she would drop him off at a distance, her cheeks wet with silent tears. Her son was embarrassed by her, and it crushed her spirit.
Meanwhile, Derek lived comfortably in denial. As long as his mother stayed out of sight, he was content to fabricate whatever stories he needed to protect his social image.
To his classmates, she was either a shut-in or a devout woman who preferred seclusion. Anything but the truth.
But things got complicated when graduation rolled around.
Derek had earned the honor of valedictorian, and his principal was full of praise.
“We’re looking forward to finally meeting your mother,” he said, clapping Derek on the back. “She must be incredibly proud!”
The thought filled Derek with panic. He couldn’t bear the idea of everyone seeing her, of her ruining this picture-perfect moment he had created for himself.
Desperate, he contacted a talent agency and hired a professional actress to pose as his mother.
She was everything he had imagined a mom should be: elegant, warm, and unscarred.
Derek gave her precise instructions on how to dress, what to say, and even how to interact with his teachers. He told her to pick him up from home just before the ceremony.
That morning, Gail spotted her son in his graduation cap and gown and lit up. “Derek! It’s today, isn’t it? Give me just a moment to get changed!” she said excitedly.
“Changed? For what?” Derek asked, feigning ignorance.
“For your graduation, honey!” Gail replied, already moving toward her closet.
“You’re not coming,” Derek said coldly.
“I’ve spent my entire life hiding you. Why would I let you ruin the most important day of my life by showing up with your ugly face?”
Gail’s one eye filled with tears. “Derek,” she whispered, “how can you say that?”
“Just face it, Mom,” Derek snapped.
“You’re a freak. I’ve always been embarrassed by you. I’ve hired someone else to pretend to be you. Do you get it now?”
Gail went pale, her lips trembling. She gave a slow nod. “Oh, my son,” she murmured.
“I’m so sorry…” But Derek had already walked out the door.
Two weeks later, he left for college in California. He never reached out again.
A decade passed.
Then one day, Derek received a call informing him that his mother had passed away.
Her funeral had been arranged by neighbors and friends. She had left everything to Derek—her modest home and, to his astonishment, a substantial estate.
Dumbfounded, he met with her attorney, Mr. Terry Arlington.
“Your mother left you nearly $700,000, plus the house, which is now worth over $1.5 million,” the lawyer informed him.
“I don’t understand,” Derek said. “My dad left her with nothing. She lived so simply. Where did this come from?”
Arlington gave him a long look.
“Surely you know the story,” he said. “When you were three, you approached a dangerous dog at the park. Your mother threw herself between you and the animal. She was horribly injured—lost her eye, suffered disfigurement. She was awarded a settlement and a lifetime insurance payout.”
Derek sat in stunned silence.
“It would have been me,” he whispered. Tears filled his eyes.
“I always thought she was one of the bravest, most selfless people I’d ever met,” Arlington added gently. “You must have been very proud of her.”
Derek didn’t reply. He left the office, went straight to the cemetery, and knelt by her grave.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” he choked out. “You saved my life… and I treated you like a burden. Please forgive me.”
From that day forward, Derek stopped hiding the truth. He placed one of the few photos he had of his mother—wearing her large sunglasses—on his desk.
It was a reminder of her sacrifice, her love, and of his deepest regret. And every time he looked at it, he silently promised to be better.
