It wasn’t always like this. Brian used to be kind, but losing his father changed him. My husband had been ill for some time, and although we knew the end was near, it still shattered both of us when he passed. But instead of leaning on me, Brian withdrew, growing colder by the day. After he left with everything of his father’s, I accepted that he was gone from my life. The house, once filled with memories of my husband, became my refuge. I moved forward, learning to stand on my own.
I wasn’t prepared for Brian to come back into my life, especially not like this.
Yesterday, he showed up at my door. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him, hoping for a moment that he had returned to make amends. But my hope quickly faded when I saw the man standing beside him—a lawyer, with a briefcase and a cold, professional demeanor.
“This is my attorney,” Brian said flatly. “You need to leave this house by tomorrow, or we’re taking this to court.”
At first, I didn’t understand. Leave my house? The home I’d shared with his father, the place I had cared for all these years? I looked at the lawyer, hoping there was some mistake, but the truth was clear. My son was suing me for my own home.
“You’re suing me for the house?” I whispered in disbelief.
“That’s right,” he replied without hesitation. “It belongs to me now.”
The lawyer stood silent, but something about him tugged at my memory. As I glanced at him, he gave me the slightest wink—a gesture only I caught. My heart raced as I realized why he seemed so familiar.
“James?” I asked, my voice trembling.
He smiled softly, nodding. “It’s been a long time, Mary.”
It all came flooding back. James was my high school sweetheart, the boy I once loved before life took us in different directions. And here he was, standing in front of me, working as my son’s lawyer. But there was something in his eyes that told me he wasn’t on Brian’s side.
“I think we should have a private conversation,” James said, turning to Brian. “Just a few minutes to clarify some things.”
Brian shrugged, rolling his eyes as he headed back to his car. “Fine. Make it quick.”
As soon as Brian was out of earshot, James leaned in. “I can’t believe how he’s treating you,” he said, his voice filled with concern. “But don’t worry. We can stop him. He doesn’t know what he’s getting into.”
I shook my head, trying to make sense of it all. “He wants to take my home, James. How did it come to this?”
James sighed. “I know it’s hard. But trust me, he’s in way over his head. Let me handle this. We’ll give him a wake-up call tomorrow.”
The next morning, James returned to my house, this time with a bag of freshly ground coffee beans. “I thought we could start the day with a good cup of coffee,” he said with a grin. We sat in the kitchen, sharing stories and memories as we waited for the moment to confront Brian.
When the time came, James pulled out his phone and dialed Brian’s number. The arrogance in Brian’s voice was unmistakable. “What now?” he asked, sounding impatient.
“Brian, we need to talk,” James said calmly. “I want to explain exactly where you stand in this situation.”
Brian snorted. “I know where I stand.”
“No, you don’t,” James replied evenly. “You’re trying to sue your mother for her house, but you’re standing on shaky ground. What you did after your father’s death—taking his belongings without permission, selling them—that’s theft, Brian.”
There was a long pause. Brian was stunned. “Are you serious?”
“Yes,” James said firmly. “You sold things that didn’t belong to you. If you go through with this lawsuit, we’ll bring everything to light. You could face legal consequences far worse than just losing the case.”
I could almost hear Brian’s panic on the other end of the line. “What do you want me to do?” he asked, his voice quieter now.
“Drop the lawsuit,” James replied. “Walk away before this gets any worse. If you do, we’ll make sure nothing else happens. But if you push forward, you’ll regret it.”
Another long silence followed, and I held my breath, waiting for Brian’s response. Finally, he muttered, “Fine. I’ll drop it.”
As James hung up, I let out a sigh of relief. He smiled at me, his usual easygoing demeanor returning. “Sometimes, all it takes is the truth.”
I shook my head, laughing softly. “You’re something else, you know that?”
“I’ve heard that before,” he said with a wink, reaching for his coffee cup.
In the end, Brian was stopped not by anger or revenge, but by the truth. And maybe that’s how it was always supposed to be. Karma had done its work, and I realized that sometimes, all it takes is a little patience—and an old friend—to set things right.
Old Lonely Lady Receives Deliveries from Unknown Person Every Day, the Last Was a New Home – Story of the Day
A poor old lonely woman named Emma started receiving deliveries every day from an unknown source. She and her late husband never had children together, so she could not tell where these deliveries came from.
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When Emma Richards’ husband died seven years ago, she was devastated. She now had to live out the rest of her life alone, taking care of herself as she had no one else to do it for her.
She and her husband John didn’t have any children that could look after her. Every time Emma was asked why, she always just shrugged and avoided answering.
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One day, while Emma was sitting in her bedroom watching TV, somebody rang the doorbell. She wasn’t expecting any visitors, so she decided to go check who it was.
As she opened the front door, a delivery man in his 40s stood there with several boxes. He was wearing a mask, so she could not see his face clearly.
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“Hello. I am not expecting a package from anybody. May I know who this is from?” Emma asked him.
“I’m sorry ma’am, but these packages were sent anonymously. Rest assured, our security checked them and they are absolutely safe. These are for you,” he said, placing the boxes on Emma’s table by the door.
“That’s strange… thank you, sweet boy,” Emma replied before shutting the door.
When the delivery man left, Emma opened the boxes quickly as she was curious about what was inside. In the first box, there were small household appliances like a new oven toaster, sandwich press, and coffee maker.
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“Who would give me all of these?” she said to herself. She proceeded to open the second box, and there were beautiful clothes inside, as well as groceries.
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Every day, Emma started to receive more packages. It’d always be the same delivery man handing them over, so she decided to get to know him.
“What is your name, sweet boy?” she asked.
“My name is Ted Harrison,” the delivery man smiled. “Mrs. Richards, the sender requested for us to give you this. I’ll wait until you finish answering it,” he added, handing her an envelope.
Curious, Emma opened it and read it quickly. It said: Mrs. Richards, please let me know what you need for yourself, and I will grant them.
“Oh, I am dying to know who has been giving me all of these! Now that person even wants me to make requests!” she exclaimed.
“I’m sure the sender loves you very dearly, even though you don’t know who it is,” the delivery man smiled.
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Emma obliged and wrote what she needed. She didn’t want the person to spend a lot for her, so she only wrote down necessities.
Since that short and sweet encounter, Emma began to prepare quick snacks for Ted the delivery man. For an entire month, he went to her house, handing her parcels that had clothes, food, books, and other novelty items.
At one point, Emma started to get used to Ted’s company. He would spend time with her by eating snacks together and volunteering to do some housework that she couldn’t do herself.
However, one day, Ted didn’t come. Suddenly concerned, Emma decided to head over to the local post office to find him.
“Hello, can you please page Ted Harrison? I just have some donuts I wanted to give him,” she asked the young woman at the reception table. The young woman looked confused.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. There’s nobody named Ted Harrison who works here,” she replied.
“Oh… but he has been delivering my packages every day. That’s strange,” Emma said, suddenly disappointed. She did not know where to find Ted, and it upset her.
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She walked back home with so many thoughts suddenly going through her head. Who could this kind Samaritan be? Did I go to the wrong post office? Was Ted just pretending to be a delivery man?
As she got to her front porch, she was surprised to see a tiny box in front of the door. There, she saw a key and a note that read:
I learned the truth just a month ago when I decided to hire a private investigator to find out where I came from. I know you blame yourself and regret what you did. However, I want you to know that I don’t blame you and that I know you only had my best interest at heart.
You and your husband could not feed me, so you gave me up for adoption. I ended up in a wealthy family that treated me like their own, but something always felt lacking. I realized that was you, mom.
You’re lacking in my life, and I would love to spend more time with you. If you’d be willing, I recently bought a new house. I had a key duplicated for you in case you wanted to move in with me. Please, allow me to take care of you. With love, your delivery man, Ted.
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Emma was shaking by the time she finished reading the message. She had always longed to see her son before she died, and she couldn’t believe that it was him who found her. And that son turned out to be Ted! She couldn’t help but cry, all the guilt from her past catching up with her once again.
It was true what Ted found out about their past. Emma and John were on the verge of bankruptcy when they found out she was pregnant. They knew they wouldn’t be able to raise Ted in a good environment, so they put him up for adoption.
They left their son at an orphanage when he was only months old. With his belongings, Emma left a letter that explained why they could not raise him. The letter was anonymous, but after convincing the orphanage directors to disclose the contents of his adoption papers, Ted found Emma’s name.
Emma wanted to see Ted immediately. She prepared to leave her house to meet him, but someone knocked on the door. When she opened it, she saw Ted.
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“Hi, mom,” Ted said softly.
Emma started to cry. “I can’t believe it. My son,” she started sobbing. She pulled him in for a hug and refused to let go. “I am so sorry, sweetheart. I truly am. I wish you can forgive me,” Emma continued to cry.
“You don’t need to apologize, mom. I’m here because I want to spend more time with you. It’s not too late to start over. We can still be a family,” Ted said before breaking their long hug.
That night, Ted and Emma spent time together by packing her belongings in boxes. A truck was waiting outside, where they loaded her things so they could transfer them to Ted’s house.
There, Emma was surprised to see Ted’s wife and children. They were just as excited as Ted to welcome her into their home, and since then, Emma never had to be alone again.
What can we learn from this story?
- The past doesn’t have to define the future. Emma thought she’d never get to spend time with her son ever again until her son decided to search for the truths of his life that led him to find his biological mom. They ended up moving in together and starting anew.
- Forgiveness can be a beautiful thing. Instead of holding a grudge against his biological parents, Ted chose to forgive them. He even decided to introduce himself to his mom so as to build a relationship with her.
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