When Thomas, a rich restaurant owner, notices a young dishwasher frequenting the locker room, he suspects her of theft. He shames her in front of everyone and grabs her bag to check, only to regret it after seeing what’s inside.
Thomas was a wealthy widower in his early 50s who considered himself smart and charming. He despised those who called him ‘bald’ and ‘pot belly man’ behind his back.
Thomas thought he could easily hit on any young and beautiful woman. He never grew tired of flirting, not that he was a full-time flirt, but he never missed the chance whenever he saw gorgeous young ladies.
For Thomas, age was just a number, and it wouldn’t stop him from unleashing his pick-up lines and directing his steamy stares toward women, including the waitresses and dishwashers who worked in his restaurant. Among them was 20-year-old Giselle.
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Giselle was pretty new at the restaurant. She’d been working as a dishwasher for a month. She was a poor widow who had recently lost her husband, the love of her life, Mason. She struggled to make ends meet after the tragedy and came across a ‘We are Hiring’ signboard outside Thomas’s eatery. She applied as a dishwasher and immediately started working with all her diligence and dedication.
Thomas hurried to her and snatched the bag from her hand. It was heavier than he thought and he had no idea what was inside.
Her co-workers warned her about their boss’s attitude towards the female staff. “That man likes to flirt and has even invited some on dates. He thinks money can buy anything,” one of them said.
Giselle shrugged it off. She was focused on keeping her job at any cost. “I know my boundaries!” she said confidently.
But one day, she witnessed the ugly side of her boss.
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“Do you have any idea why I hired you, Miss Giselle?” Thomas had blocked her way as she was leaving at the end of her shift. He grabbed a red rose from a table nearby.
“No, sir. Please excuse me. I have to get home soon.”
“Don’t call me sir, Miss Giselle. Call me Tom!”
Giselle felt helpless and trapped because she was the last to leave the eatery. She had a lot of dishes to do that day.
“It’s getting late…I have to go. Good day, sir!”
But Thomas wouldn’t budge. “I was blinded by your beauty the first day I saw you,” he said cheesily. “I can sing praises of your beautiful smile all day! What do you think? We can go to a resort, have plenty of drinks, and shop for everything you want…Hmmm?!”
Annoyed, Giselle gently pushed Thomas out of her way and stormed out, saying: “I’m here to work, sir. I’m not here for anything other than my job. And I respect my workplace. Thank you, but I’m not the type you’re looking for. Good day, sir!”
Thomas was furious. His ego hurt. “She is, after all, an ORDINARY dishwasher…How dare she turn down my offer? Wait until I show you what I’m capable of.”
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Days passed, but Thomas hadn’t gotten over what had happened. He was not ready to accept defeat or rejection. He kept looking for a way to humiliate Giselle.
One day, he saw her arrive at work with a big bag and walk into the staff room. An evil plan flashed into Thomas’s mind, and he waited for the next few days to make sure Giselle carried this bag every day to work.
He often checked on Giselle and saw her frequenting the locker room during her shift. His suspicions brewed, and he waited until the afternoon when the eatery was busy to pounce on her.
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“Have a nice day! I have to go to the market. I took half a day off,” Giselle said to her friends.
Just as she was about to exit the door, Thomas called out loud: “Wait right there, Miss Giselle! What have you got in your bag today? Have you been STEALING leftovers and dishwashing liquid? You’re FIRED!”
Giselle was startled. She turned around and started to sweat in fear. The guests stared back at her and began whispering things. Her coworkers assembled behind Thomas and were equally shocked.
“I know you’ve been stealing from me. I saw you frequent the locker room at least thrice during your shift. Come here, give me your bag. Let me see what’s inside.”
Giselle was frightened. She wanted to step back and run. “It’s nothing, sir. I just have my lunch box and a set of spare clothes in it.”
But Thomas hurried to her and snatched the bag from her hand. It was heavier than he thought.
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Some curious guests and staff flocked around Giselle and Thomas as he put the bag on a table and took out a little blanket from it. “Oh my God! What is this?!” he exclaimed as the rest gaped in shock.
“Mawww…Mawww…Mawww.” A newborn baby girl wriggled inside the bag, staring back at Thomas with big brown eyes. He was stunned.
“Sir, I can explain,” began Giselle…
“My husband died a few months ago when I was pregnant. After my baby came, I could not find work, and I had nobody to look after her when I joined here. I could not leave her alone at home, so I hid her in the bag and carried her to work. I frequented the staff to feed her and make sure she never made any noise. I was just protecting my baby. I’m not a thief. I didn’t take a crumb from here.”
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Thomas was moved to tears as the baby reminded him of the child he had lost way back. That day, he cried like a kid in front of everyone, exposing a side of him that nobody knew. Thomas folded his palms and immediately apologized to Giselle.
“I’m sorry, Miss Giselle. I lost my wife and child in an accident many years ago. I remained single after that because I feared losing my loved ones again. I never found true love after that. My loneliness turned me into a monster. I’m not bad at heart, but it’s just that I lived with the assumption that money could buy anything, even love. I was wrong.”
Giselle was teary-eyed after learning Thomas’s story. “Sir, I’m sorry for what you went through after losing your family. I’m glad you realized your mistake, at least now.”
Thomas returned the bag with the baby to Giselle. “You may return to work after a month. I’m giving you paid leave so that you can spend time with your child.”
Giselle smiled, and she left the eatery with her baby.
Thomas had decided to double Giselle’s salary once she returned to work so that it would help her hire a nanny to babysit her child while she was away at work. But did he stop flirting after that?!
Unsurprisingly, some old habits die hard, which was true in Thomas’s case! Although he stopped flirting with his female staff, he still did not completely stop hitting on other random women. Only time will tell if Thomas will succeed in finding true love again. But everyone, including Giselle, is glad he realized money isn’t everything.
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What can we learn from this story?
- Never take somebody’s helplessness for granted. Thomas took advantage of his position to flirt with his employee and coerce her to go on a date with him, regretting it later.
- A mother will do anything to protect her child. Giselle secretly brought her newborn baby to work in order to care for her while earning her keep. She risked her job to protect and care for her baby.
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My Son Chose to Live with His Stepmom, What I Did Next Changed Everything for Our Family — Story of the Day
I fought to keep my place in my son’s heart, but his stepmom’s perfect world loomed over me. One Christmas, under the same roof, the silent battle between us erupted, forcing me to face the question I feared most: Was I losing him forever?
After my divorce, I became a single mother to my 7-year-old son, Austin, and our cozy house in the quiet suburbs of Minnesota was both my refuge and a constant reminder of what I’d lost.
The walls, once alive with laughter and shared meals, seemed to echo with silence, especially as Thanksgiving approached. I stared at our old dining table, picturing the feast we used to have.
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But that year, there were no funds for turkeys or pies, no energy for decorating. The weight of unpaid bills and constant exhaustion pressed down on me like a heavy fog.
Austin, with his messy blond hair and wide, hopeful eyes, didn’t understand the struggles that kept me awake at night.
“Mom, can we have a Thanksgiving dinner this year? You know, with turkey and mashed potatoes?” he asked one morning.
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“I’ll see what I can do, sweetie,” I replied, knowing full well there was nothing I could do.
Then my ex-husband, Roy, called.
“Emma, let me help. I can send some money or whatever you need,” he said generously.
“No, Roy,” I snapped, cutting him off. “I’ve got it under control.”
But I didn’t. The bills piled higher, and my health deteriorated under the stress. When Roy suggested that Austin spend Thanksgiving with him and his new wife, Jill, I finally gave in.
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Jill, with her polished manners and endless patience, felt like the opposite of me. I hated her.
But I couldn’t ignore the truth. Austin deserved more than what I could give him right now, on winter holidays, when every child should be happy.
“Just until I get back on my feet,” I said, forcing steadiness into my voice. “It’s not forever.”
But watching Austin pack his things that night was one of the hardest moments of my life.
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Thanksgiving eve arrived, and the air outside was sharp with the cold of an approaching winter. Inside Roy and Jill’s house, the warmth was almost suffocating.
Jill had greeted me with her usual radiant smile. Her invitation had caught me off guard a week before. And though my pride screamed to refuse, a quieter voice told me I needed to go for Austin’s sake.
Their dining room was breathtaking. The table was covered with a crisp white cloth and decorated with golden candles and an arrangement of autumn leaves. Plates gleamed, and every fork and knife was perfectly placed.
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“Emma, you made it!” Jill’s voice carried a sweetness that made my chest tighten. “I hope you don’t mind—I went a little overboard this year.”
I forced a polite laugh. “It looks… beautiful.”
Austin rushed into the room, his face lighting up. “Mom! Did you see the turkey? It’s huge! And Jill made these cranberry tarts—they’re amazing!”
“That sounds great, sweetheart.”
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Jill brushed past me with a plate in hand, her hair styled so perfectly it seemed immune to gravity. Her apron somehow made her look glamorous instead of ordinary.
“Austin helped me a little in the kitchen,” she said, glancing at me with a touch of triumph. “He’s quite the helper.”
“Really?” I asked, my voice faltering. “That’s… nice.”
Jill moved effortlessly, pouring wine for Roy, serving the kids, and managing to crack jokes that made everyone laugh. Meanwhile, I sat silently, unsure where to place my hands or how to join in.
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When the meal was over, Jill handed Austin the honor of starting the family tradition of sharing gratitude.
“I’m thankful for Dad,” he began, glancing at Roy, who gave him a proud nod. “And I’m thankful for Jill. She makes the best desserts and got me that video game I wanted. And…” His voice trailed off before he added, “I want to live here. With Dad and Jill. All the time.”
My throat tightened, and I gripped the edge of the chair to keep steady.
“Austin,” I managed to say. “You don’t mean that.”
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“I do, Mom,” he replied, avoiding my eyes. “It’s just… easier here.”
For a split second, I caught Jill’s gaze.
Was that a flicker of satisfaction? Or was I imagining it?
Either way, it felt like the walls were closing in.
I stood by the window, staring out at the icy darkness while the voices behind me blurred.
Am I really losing my son? No! I have to fight for him!
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The first morning of my new routine started in darkness, the chill of pre-dawn air biting at my face as I jogged through the empty streets. The neighborhood, usually bustling with life, was eerily silent, save for the rhythmic sound of my sneakers hitting the pavement.
Each step felt like a race against Jill’s perfect life that seemed to overshadow everything I worked so hard to hold onto.
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“Morning, Emma!” Mrs. Swanson called out. She stood on her porch, a steaming mug of tea cradled in her hands, her silver hair catching the glow of the porch light.
“Morning,” I replied, forcing a smile.
Her eyes lingered on me. I could almost hear the questions she didn’t ask.
What are you doing? Can you really keep this up?
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I didn’t have answers, but I knew I had to try. I had to prove that I could still be the mom Austin deserved, even if it meant working myself to the bone.
My days blurred together in a haze of dishwater and cleaning supplies. My first job was at a diner, where my hands were perpetually soaked in hot, soapy water as I scrubbed plates.
“Emma, you missed a spot,” my manager barked.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, quickly rinsing the plate again.
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When my shift ended, I rushed to my second job at an office building. The hum of the vacuum filled the empty hallways as I moved from desk to desk, collecting discarded coffee cups and wiping down surfaces.
The work was exhausting, but I kept my focus sharp.
***
One evening, after nearly a month of grueling work, I dragged myself home, my legs barely carrying me. I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the humble bowl of oatmeal and a few carrots I’d picked from the garden.
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My body ached from endless shifts, but my mind was focused on the approaching holiday. Christmas was my goal, my reason to keep going.
The LEGO set Austin had been dreaming of was tucked away in my closet, carefully wrapped in shiny paper. It had cost me every spare penny, but I finally bought it. My phone buzzed, it was Austin.
“Hi, sweetheart!” I answered.
“Hi, Mom.” His voice sounded muffled like he was tucked under his blankets. “I just wanted to say goodnight.”
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“Goodnight already? It’s not that late,” I teased gently, hoping to stretch the conversation just a little longer. “So, what’s new? Are you excited for Christmas?”
“Yeah, kind of. Jill’s already putting up decorations. She’s really into it.”
“That’s nice. But guess what? I’ve been decorating, too. I got the tree up, strung the lights, and even put out all our old ornaments.”
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“Wait… really?” he asked, his voice lighting up with surprise. “Like, the ornaments we used to hang together? The ones with the little snowmen?”
“All of them. And I even made the living room look just like it used to. You know, cozy and warm, like in the good old days.”
“Wow… that’s so cool, Mom. I didn’t think you’d do all that.”
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“Of course I did. You’re my son, Austin. I want us to have Christmas together, just like we always used to. Will you come? I’d love to have you here.”
There was a pause. “I really want to, Mom. But… can Dad and Jill come too? I mean, they’ve been planning stuff, and I don’t want to leave them out.”
I felt my stomach tighten, but I pushed the feeling aside. His happiness mattered more than my pride.
“If that’s what it takes to have you here, of course they can come. The more, the merrier.”
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“Really? That’s awesome, Mom!”
“I can’t wait to see you. Goodnight, Austin. Sweet dreams.”
“Goodnight, Mom.”
I sat there with the phone still in my hand, glancing at the glowing lights of the living room.
“This will show him. He’ll see how much I care.”
That Christmas had to be the one. I was ready to win my son back.
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***
When Roy, Austin, and Jill arrived, the house glowed with twinkling lights. The Christmas tree’s branches were heavy with ornaments Austin and I had collected over the years. I had poured everything into creating a warm, festive home.
“Wow, Mom,” Austin said, his eyes wide as he looked around. “It looks amazing!”
“I’m so glad you like it, sweetheart.”
We settled in for dinner, and I watched Austin laugh and talk. He seemed genuinely happy. When it was time to open presents, my nerves kicked in. I couldn’t wait to see his reaction to the gift I had worked so hard to buy.
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Austin tore into Jill’s gift first. “The LEGO set! It’s exactly what I wanted!”
I stared at the box in his hands. It was the same set I had struggled to afford. The room spun.
I reached for the edge of the table to steady myself, but instead, the tablecloth slipped from my grasp, sending plates and food crashing to the floor.
The last thing I heard before everything went black was Austin shouting, “Mom!”
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***
When I came to, paramedics were hovering over me.
“You need to eat better and rest more,” one of them said as they adjusted the IV in my arm.
“I’ll be fine,” I whispered, but the embarrassment was overwhelming.
How could I let this happen?
When I realized I couldn’t afford the ambulance bill, shame washed over me, but Roy stepped forward.
“I’ve got it,” he said quietly, leaving no room for argument.
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Later, after everyone had calmed down, I broke. Tears streamed down my face as Roy sat beside me. I confessed everything—how exhausted I was, how hard I had tried to prove myself, and how much I missed Austin.
“Emma, you don’t have to do this alone. Because we’re both Austin’s parents. Accepting help isn’t a weakness.”
Jill also surprised me by talking to me. “I grew up in a blended family. My stepmom became my biggest support. I don’t want to replace you, Emma. I just want to be part of Austin’s life.”
Austin stayed close to me the rest of the evening, squeezing my hand and whispering, “I miss you, Mom. I miss us.”
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***
We decided together not to divide him anymore. Austin could always have his home with me. We even exchanged Jill’s duplicate gift for a different LEGO set Austin wanted.
That Christmas, we celebrated as a family, imperfect but together. It wasn’t the Christmas I had planned, but it was the one we all needed.
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