Catherine Davis never let anyone have access to her old trinket box. But when her neighbor Lucy opened it after her death, she was taken aback by what was inside.
Catherine Davis was 90 years old, lonely, and had spent almost her entire life in poverty. Her only helping hands in old age had been her neighbor Lucy, who helped her around the house and looked after her, and Lucy’s children, who often referred to her as Grandma and spent time with her.
One day, when Lucy was cleaning Catherine’s room, she noticed a beautiful trinket box on a shelf. The woman brought it down and began inspecting it out of curiosity, but Catherine saw her. “Lucy!” she yelled, screaming at the top of her lungs. “Since when did you start touching my things without permission?”
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“There’s nothing like that, ma’am,” Lucy explained. “The box was covered in dust, so I just decided to clean it. By the way, where did you get this from? It’s quite pretty.”
Catherine stepped forward and snatched the box from her grasp. “That is none of your concern, young lady. Anyway, I believe you have completed your cleaning for the day. You should leave right now.”
“But I was just…” Before Lucy could say anything, Catherine cut her off. “Please leave now!”
What does that box even hold? I’ve never seen her get so possessive over anything, Lucy pondered, looking into Catherine’s eyes, which appeared more worried and sad than upset.
“Do I need to repeat myself? Please leave!” Catherine screamed again.
“Oh no, I’m sorry for troubling you,” Lucy said as she hurriedly packed all her belongings and left.
That night at home, whenever Lucy tried to sleep, her thoughts kept returning to the old box. It appeared old but it had a lovely silver shine and an intricate pattern engraved on it. Was it given to Catherine by someone she cared about deeply? But if that’s the case, why would she keep it hidden? She’s told me everything about her life, hasn’t she? she wondered.
The following day, when Lucy visited Catherine, she decided to apologize to her. The woman reasoned that it had to be something personal to Catherine and that she shouldn’t have touched it without her permission. But Catherine didn’t open the door.
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“Are you there, ma’am?” Lucy called out. “It’s me, Lucy.” No replies came. Worried, Lucy dashed to the backyard to see if Catherine was there, but it was deserted as if no one had ever lived there.
Although Catherine never left her home without informing Lucy, she thought maybe after what happened the day before, Catherine was upset with her and went out alone. But when she called Catherine’s phone, the ringing was coming from inside the house. At this point, Lucy was worried, so she called the cops.
As soon as they arrived, they broke down the door, and there was Catherine, unconscious. The cops summoned an ambulance, and she was taken to the hospital.
When Lucy paid a visit to Catherine in the hospital, the elderly lady couldn’t stop thanking her. “Thank you so much, Lucy! I wouldn’t be alive today if you didn’t arrive on time. Sorry for being rude yesterday.”
“Oh, no, that’s fine,” Lucy replied. “You should rest right now. We can talk about all of that later. You look quite weak.”
“Ah, honey, I don’t think I will make it out of here this time,” the old lady moaned. “In case something happens to me, I want you to have everything I own, including the old vintage trinket box. However, please open it after my death. I’m embarrassed by what I’ve done. The key can be found in the table cabinet. Consider it my final wish.”
“You shouldn’t say such stuff! You’re not going anywhere, understand?” Lucy started crying. But the next day, the old lady’s words proved true, and she left for her heavenly abode.
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Lucy organized her funeral, and after everyone had gone, the first thing she remembered was the box Catherine had left her. She dashed over to the shelf, grabbed it, and slid onto the bed. When she finally opened it, she was taken aback by what she found inside.
There was a vintage flute, silvery in color and as lovely as the box that housed it. Then there was an old dairy with a photograph of a young couple in it. After a closer look, she recognized the young woman was Catherine Davis. She had been quite happy and pretty in those days, unlike her old age when her face was riddled with dark circles and sunken cheeks.
But who is this young man? Was Catherine married? The woman wondered and began reading the diary. That’s when she realized why the old lady never let anyone touch it.
It turns out Catherine had fallen in love with a poor talented musician and wanted to marry him sooner, but the man insisted on marrying only after establishing himself because he wanted a comfortable life for his future family. Meanwhile, Catherine’s parents arranged for her to marry a wealthy man.
She was initially hesitant to accept the arranged marriage. But then, she saw the opportunity as retaliation for her lover’s refusal to marry her and agreed to the wedding despite the young musician’s pleadings.
However, when she received the silver flute as a wedding gift from her love, along with a note about how much he missed her, she fled and returned to him. But then another tragedy struck her, and she learned he’d died in a car accident.
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Catherine was heartbroken, and when she returned home, her parents refused to accept her. So she spent some time with her grandparents, and when they died, she worked part-time jobs until her old age, when she had to rely on her savings to survive.
As Lucy turned the last page of the diary, she found a note addressed to her. “Thank you for looking after me, Lucy,” it said. “And please accept my apologies if I was impolite. All the while, I kept a diary of my entire life because I couldn’t get over my first love, and whenever I read about him, I’m happy that, even though I was late, I chose him over someone else.
“But you know, this diary is quite full of tragic memories, and I didn’t want to mention you here because, unlike what I faced in the past, I have been happy since I met you. So I decided to write down my thoughts in this note today. Thank you for loving and caring for me. I’m glad I met you. With love, Catherine Davis.”
Lucy’s eyes welled up as she finished reading the diary. The older woman’s flute was worth thousands of dollars, but she preferred to remain impoverished rather than sell it for a better life because it was a reminder of her ex-lover.
Catherine, I will not let your sacrifice go to waste! Lucy vowed to herself. And the next day, the woman decided to donate the flute to the museum of arts, which now houses the flute and a stone engraved with Catherine’s love story.
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What can we learn from this story?
- Life is entirely unexpected. Catherine’s tragic love story is a brilliant example of this.
- Learn to be kind and helpful, the way Lucy helped Catherine.
If you enjoyed this story, you might like this one about a little boy who pays for a starving old lady’s groceries and asks her to make a wish.
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I Asked Husband To Leave My B-Day Party After What He Said To My Parents – He Came Back To Spoil the Party But Regretted It
On my 30th birthday, a lavish pool party turned explosive when my husband’s arrogance clashed with my family’s humble values. What began as a celebration ended in chaos, revealing the deep cracks in our marriage.
My name is Emily, and family has always meant the world to me. My parents, Jean and Tom, are the most loving, down-to-earth people you could ever meet.
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They believe in the power of meaningful, symbolic gifts rather than expensive ones. Growing up, our birthdays were always celebrated with handmade cards and thoughtful presents that carried sentimental value.
Three years ago, I married Mark. He’s a successful businessman, always dressed sharply, and known for his charisma. His success in business is something he’s immensely proud of, and he doesn’t hesitate to let everyone know.
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Mark loves to brag about his latest achievements and the luxury items he can afford. Unfortunately, this attitude has created a rift between him and my parents, who value humility and modesty.
“Happy birthday, Emily!” Mom and Dad beamed as they handed me a small, neatly wrapped gift.
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“Thanks, Mom! Thanks, Dad!” I hugged them. Inside the package was a beautiful vintage camera. It was perfect because I love photography.
Mark, however, had a different reaction. “A camera? For your 30th birthday?” he said, eyebrows raised.
“Mark, it’s lovely. I love it,” I said quickly.
Mark shrugged and muttered, “I could’ve gotten you something better.”
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My parents smiled awkwardly, trying to brush off his comment. They were used to Mark’s attitude. He always bragged about his business deals and fancy possessions.
“Emily, darling, you deserve the best. And I’m here to give it to you,” Mark would often say. His pride in his success was overwhelming at times.
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For my 30th birthday, Mark decided to throw an extravagant pool party at our home. The decorations were lavish, the food was gourmet, and the guest list included our closest friends and family.
Mark spared no expense to ensure everything was perfect. He even gifted me a stunning diamond necklace, making a grand show of it in front of everyone.
Despite the festive atmosphere, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something might go wrong.
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“Emily, look what I got for you,” Mark announced loudly. He handed me a small box. Inside was a dazzling diamond necklace.
“Wow, Mark, it’s beautiful,” I said, though a bit embarrassed by the extravagance.
“Only the best for my wife,” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. He looked around, clearly enjoying the impressed looks of our guests.
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The party was in full swing. Music played, kids splashed in the pool, and everyone seemed happy. Dad was at the grill, flipping burgers, when Mark approached him.
“Hey, Dad,” Mark said, using the title sarcastically, “You think I spent too much on this party?”
Dad chuckled. “No, Mark, it’s just that we never needed much to celebrate. We value the time together more.”
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Mark smirked. “Well, some of us can afford to go all out. You should see my new car. Top of the line. Maybe I can give you a ride sometime.”
Dad smiled gently. “I’m sure it’s nice, Mark. But really, it’s about the people, not the things.”
Mark’s face darkened. “You know, you could’ve given Emily something more valuable than just a camera.”
Dad’s smile faded. “That camera means a lot. It’s not about the price tag.”
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Mark scoffed. “Sure, sure. But you know, a camera for her 30th birthday? That’s just miserly.”
Gasps echoed from our guests. My dad’s face hardened. “Mark, that’s enough.”
Mark, undeterred, pressed on. “It’s true! Miserly gifts don’t belong at a party like this.”
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I stepped forward, my heart pounding. “Mark, how can you say that? This camera means a lot to me.”
Mark waved his hand dismissively. “Emily, you deserve better. Your parents should know that.”
Anger surged through me. “Mark, apologize right now!”
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He crossed his arms. “Why should I? I’m just telling the truth.”
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Mark, leave the party. Now.”
He glared at me, then at my parents. “Fine. But this isn’t over,” he muttered as he stormed out.
An hour passed, and the tension began to ease. Guests chatted quietly, trying to bring back the festive mood. Suddenly, Mark’s car roared back into the driveway. He was smoking a cigarette, his face twisted in anger.
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“You want a real party?” he shouted from the car. “I’ll show you a real party!”
He parked the car and stepped out, still smoking. Everyone watched, stunned, as he walked to the trunk and flung it open. Inside was a massive stash of fireworks.
“Mark, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice shaking.
He sneered. “You wanted a memorable party, right? Well, here it is.”
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He started pulling out fireworks and stacking them on the ground. The guests whispered nervously, unsure of what to do.
“Mark, stop this,” I pleaded. “You’re going to hurt someone.”
He ignored me, lighting another cigarette. “Relax, Emily. It’s just fireworks.”
My dad stepped forward. “Mark, put them away. This isn’t the time or place.”
Mark laughed. “Oh, now you care about safety? Too late for that.”
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As Mark grabbed another firework, he accidentally touched the lit cigarette to a wick. The firework hissed and sparked.
“Mark, put it out!” I shouted.
He fumbled with it, trying to extinguish the flame. “Damn it!” he cursed, but it was too late. The firework shot out of his hand, ricocheting off the car and exploding in the yard.
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Panic ensued. Guests screamed and ducked for cover. Mark slammed the trunk shut, hoping to contain the chaos, but the fireworks inside started igniting one by one.
“No, no, no!” Mark yelled, backing away. The trunk rattled and boomed as fireworks exploded, lighting up the night sky and setting off a chain reaction.
The car was engulfed in sparks and smoke. The explosions grew louder, and within moments, the entire vehicle was on fire. Guests watched in shock, some filming the spectacle, others rushing to safety.
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Mark stood there, staring at his burning car, his face a mix of horror and regret. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity, despite everything.
Dad walked over, placing a hand on Mark’s shoulder. “I guess that ride will have to wait,” he said, trying to hide a smirk.
Laughter rippled through the crowd, breaking the tension. Mark hung his head, defeated.
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As the flames were doused and the guests slowly returned to the party, I stood with my parents, reflecting on the night’s events. Maybe this was the wake-up call Mark needed. It was clear that things had to change in our relationship, and this incident was just the beginning of that realization.
My DIL Gifted Me a Box of Insects for My 60th Birthday – When She Heard My Announcement At The Party, She Made Herself a Victim
On Martha’s 60th birthday, her daughter-in-law plays a cruel prank that causes chaos at the party. Amid the panic, Martha stays calm, knowing her big announcement will turn the tables.
So, it was my 60th birthday, and I was determined to make it a memorable one — after all, you only turn 60 once, right?
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As I flitted from one room to another, making sure everything was in place, I couldn’t help but feel a little anxious. You see, a week ago, my daughter-in-law, Emily, and I had a bit of a blowout and I couldn’t help but feel it would come back to bite me.
Emily has a gross habit of leaving food out for days and sometimes even weeks. So, I pointed it out to her, thinking she might appreciate the heads-up about potential insect problems. Boy, was I wrong!
“Mind your own business, Martha,” she snapped, her eyes flashing with anger. “You always have something to say about how I run my house.”
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I stood there, taken aback. “Emily, I’m just trying to help. You know how quickly pests can—”
“I don’t need your help,” she snarled.
We hadn’t spoken since. That’s why, when she arrived at my party acting unusually sweet, I felt a knot of suspicion tighten in my stomach.
But I decided to forget about it, focusing instead on enjoying my day with my family and friends.
The party was in full swing when the doorbell rang.
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