Day 3 : A day worth 10 000€

Day 3, 11/08/25
A day worth 10 000€

I haven’t slept this night, felt like i was next to an illegally modded car (my mom snores, A LOT) and so i was tired as hell. We wake up and we pack some things up so we can move them up in the permanent house. We will sign the papers about insurance and allat over there.

We are supposed to meet my moms older sister and her husband (we’ll call them Julia and Oliver) but they arrive a little late (they had 3 hours of car so we ain’t gonna spit on the fact they were late).
We look at the damages already known in the house, we sign the papers, and boom we got the keys now.
So we move all our stuff from the car to the house, and then i see Oliver with 2 guitars in his hands.
Inside, he says : «Go on boi open hem up ! They’re all yours till you get your guits back» And i open the first one. It is a folk guitar, and what i see isn’t shiny stars, isn’t beautifull flowers, no… I see the pearly gates. Its a Suzuki, a japanese guitar that isn’t produced anymore, from the 70’s, it has shiny stripes on the edge of its body and around the hole, it has a mic and its commonly compared to a Martin (a very expensive folk guitar that goes from $2,000 to $28,000).
Then i open up the second crate and i see an Ibanez, but not your average Ibanez, a very particular one, one that is extremly rare, one of the first Ibanez produced, and it was a reproduction made by a french luthier. It has a classical guitar head, a mix of nylon and bronze strings
(so it uses a classical guitar string set), it has a built-in bridge pickup, and its as light as a feather.

And so i thank him a lot for getting these guitars (like he could have gotten anything like a yamaha but no he choosed to take the 2 best of his collection) and then he offers us 2 sound cards (i think its called like that, but it mostly means i wont need a mic to record my guits no more, i will just plug my guitar into the comp YESSIR).
We thank him again and again then we go to a little restaurent to eat together.

He buys us the meal (it was 90€ for all 5 of us combined) and when we eat he goes :

Oliver : You know Alex, i’m gonna leave you both guitars, and i want you to think a lot before choosing. I want you to keep one of hem, you choose which one you like.

And i’m caught so much off guard that i almost choke on the piece of pizza i was eating. I almost shed a tear out of pure shock, but mostly out of joy.
I will never find a way to thank him enough, he’s the absolute goat

Btw yes, Alex is my name but i’m gonna change it so my father cant find me in the future, thats why i revealed it today.

So after lunch we go to LEROY MERLIN (a very big store for all the guys that like hammers, nails and screwdrivers) and we buy paint, drills and all the stuff we will need to clean up the house… i mean by we, its Oliver that chooses everything, and buys everything… He’s the absolute goat he only wants what’s best for us and i now respect him for that.
After this we go to a store that has already used dishwashers, washing machines and fridges to get some we bought few days earlier, and we somehow manage to load the fridge, the dishwasher AND the washing machine all in the same truck. The guys that helped us load the truck were so kind, i already love this city we’re now close to.

So we drop everything at the house and we go back to CONFORAMA (a store full of furnitures like beds and couches) to buy some beds for us, and in less than 3 minutes, we found them, and Oliver didn’t hesitate a second and he bought 3 matresses for almost 3 000€ (around 2 789€ to be precise).
And what’s so funny is, when we are waiting in line he says :

Oliver : Wait, you guys go a TV, right ?

Me : Uhh no.

Oliver : Oh Come on we gotta buy yall one.

We obviously decline because he’s just doing too much for us now.
While we wait for the matresses to be ready to be loaded up in the truck, he sends me and my bro to the nearest McDo to buy some drinks, he said he was thirsty so we got hem the 50Cl cup, and he drank it like if he was doing the chug challenge.
We pack up the matresses in the truck then we go back home to drop hem.
At home he decides to start plugging in the machines we bought. The washing machines is plugged in and it works, then he go for the fridge, and he relocates a lightswitch that was in the way, then the dishwasher is what took them the most time. While they were working on the dishwasher, my mom my bro and I started cleaning up the house.
When they are done, its night, its 7 pm, and Oliver says :

Oliver : I heard there was a chinese all-eat buffet around here, yall like chinese food ?

My mom, my bro and I look at eachother in the eyes, because we ate a pizza at 12 am that filled us to the brim (as i am writing this right now, i skipped the last diner of the day).
He decides to go anyway cause he is hungy.

We enter, they eat and we discuss, we laugh, and i realise how nice they actually are. I really got brainwashed by my father that couldn’t even see them in a photograph, and i’m so thankful all of this happenned cause now, i learned to know them and they learned to know me.

At around 8pm, we get out of the restaurent, and we say our goodbyes to them. Before they go, Oliver tells me :

Oliver : Take care of them guits !

Me : Ohh don’t worry if even a single drop of dust falls on one of hem, i will wash it off !!!

And then they go.
(They got a 3 hours long road to go back to their house, and as i am writing this, they probably haven’t arrived yet cause its 10pm right now).

Oliver is the Robin hood of this century, and he does this with his heart, and that makes me feel loved.
He gave me a 55 years old guitar as a gift, he bought us everything we need from food to house, and all of this because we suffered and he wants us to feel better. He’s one of the kindest man i’ve met.

As i am writing this, i am about to go to bed, but i got some earplugs ready this time, i am tired, but happy, my morale is up now, i finally played some guitar today.

Anyway goodnight.

Side note from few days after i wrote this :
I learned from my Aunt (you’ll see her in the nexts chapters), that Oliver suffered the same thing as we did, but he escaped the house all by himself.
His father was just like mine, always telling him «you are worthless» or «You are the worse child on this planet », and financially he was also like my father, and his mother didn’t really give a f**k about him.
Oliver became homeless at 16, then he went in the WORSE apartment complex we call HLM in France, but the one where he lived is nicknamed «Les Quatre-milles (The 4000)» and its one of the worse spot you can decide to live in, it has the most drug dealing, the most gangs, the worse qualilty of life, everything you try to avoid in some ways when you choose a house. But he didn’t have a choice, and he saw himself in us, and he didnt want us to live what he lived through, and i truly respect him for everything he did this day.

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