But when the door opened…
“SURPRISE!!!”
Dante’s eyes went wide.
In the middle of the enormous dining hall, there was a long table filled with food: lechon, ham, spaghetti, fried chicken, and so much more.
And sitting at the table… were his wife, Sheila, and their three children! They were dressed beautifully, smiling brightly and full of joy.
“Papa!!!” his children ran toward him.
Dante dropped his helmet. “M-Ma? Kids? What… what are you doing here?!”
Sir Gabby stepped closer and tapped Dante on the shoulder. He smiled—his serious expression from earlier was gone.
“Brother Dante, stop crying. Your wife is in on this with me,” he said.
Sir Gabby explained:
“Do you remember a month ago? I left an envelope on your motorcycle when I placed my order? It had P50,000 inside. That was my payment for my mother’s hospital bill.”
Dante froze. “Yes, Sir… I chased after you to return it.”
“Yes,” Sir Gabby said. “You could have kept it. You could have taken it. But you returned it. Because of your honesty, my mother’s surgery was successful and she recovered.”
Sir Gabby pointed toward Dante’s family.
“So this Christmas, it’s my turn to give back. I picked them up earlier in my van. I bought them new clothes. And this Noche Buena? It’s for you.”
Dante sank to his knees on the floor, sobbing loudly.
“Sir… thank you… I thought our Christmas would be sad… I thought we’d only have bread…”
“Get up, man,” Sir Gabby lifted him. “Tonight, you are my VIP. Eat! It’s already midnight! Merry Christmas!”
Dante hugged his wife and children tightly.
That night, inside a mansion, Dante was no longer seen as just a delivery rider. He was the Honor of the Home—a devoted father, honored by fate in a way he never expected.