George’s absence haunts their home, his memory wrapped in his shirt that Mariana clutches each night. Yet, it wasn’t his death that shattered her… it was her stepdaughter Susan’s demand for his assets. When she finally gave in, a twist emerged, leaving Susan furious and Mariana oddly at peace.
Moving on after losing a loved one is never easy. Sometimes, I still hear my hubby George’s voice in the back of my head. I wake up clutching his favorite shirt, his scent lingering on the fabric. But while I was still grieving his loss, what my stepdaughter did… it completely shattered me…
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I’m Mariana, 57 years old, and I was married to the most wonderful man, George, for 25 years. He had a daughter, Susan, 34, from a previous marriage.
Our relationship with Susan used to be fine. She called me “Mom” and filled the void in my heart of not having a child of my own. I didn’t see her as “someone else’s” child. I loved her as my own daughter, you know.
When Susan got married to the man of her choice, George and I were overjoyed. But after that, everything went downhill when George was diagnosed with terminal cancer.
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Susan’s visits dwindled from weekly to monthly, then stopped altogether. She barely came to see her father, occasionally calling me to ask about his condition.
One day, she asked me something that tore me apart. “How many more days does he have left to live?”
I gripped the phone tightly, my voice trembling. “Susan, your father isn’t some product with an expiry date.”
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“I just want to know, Mom. I’m busy, you know that… I can’t be visiting often,” she replied.
“Busy?” I echoed, disbelief coloring my tone. “Too busy to see your dying father?”
She sighed heavily. “Look, I’ll try to visit soon, okay?”
But that “soon” never came.
Then, the day I dreaded finally arrived. The hospital called, informing me that George had passed peacefully.
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I was shattered, barely able to stand as the news sunk in. My George, my beloved George, was gone.
To my shock and disappointment, Susan didn’t even attend his funeral. When I called her, she had an excuse ready.
“You know that I just delivered my baby last month, Mom,” she said, her voice oddly detached. “The doctors advised against long travel due to some health issues.”
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I swallowed hard, fighting back tears. “But Susan, it’s your father’s funeral. Don’t you want to see him one last time?”
“I can’t risk my baby’s health,” she replied curtly. “You understand, right?”
I didn’t, not really, but I nodded silently, forgetting she couldn’t see me. “Of course, sweetie. Take care.”
As I hung up and sat near my husband’s coffin, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something had fundamentally changed between us.
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Six months after George’s passing, I was startled by a loud knock on my door. Opening it, I found Susan and her husband Doug, accompanied by a stern-looking man in a suit.
Susan barged in without a greeting. “Mom, we need you to sign some papers.”
I blinked, confused. “What papers?”
Doug thrust a stack of documents at me, including a blank sheet. “Just sign these. It’s for transferring all the assets into our names.”
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“Excuse me?” I stepped back, my heart racing. “What are you talking about?”
Susan rolled her eyes. “Dad’s assets, Mom. We’re here to claim what’s rightfully ours.”
Their audacity left me speechless. If only George had left a will, I wouldn’t be in this mess. I would have ensured my daughter was taken care of before she even knew there was a problem.
But this? Their tone and audacity irked me. How could they think I’d just stand by and let them walk all over me?
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“No,” I said firmly, finding my voice. “I want you to leave my house right now. And don’t you dare come back with such awful demands.”
Susan’s face contorted with anger. “You can’t do this! You’re not even my REAL MOTHER!”
Her words hit me like a bag of bricks. I stumbled back, tears welling in my eyes. “Susan, how can you say that? After all these years?”
“Just stick to your boundaries and pass on my father’s assets to me,” she spat.
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I felt my blood pressure rising, my vision blurring with tears and rage. “Get out of my house!” I shouted. “Your father would be heartbroken if he knew what a greedy daughter you’ve become. I’m glad my George didn’t live to see this day.”
Susan launched into a tirade, her words becoming a blur of insults and demands.
“How dare you, Mariana? George was my father, not yours, and you have no right to anything here!” she yelled. “You think you can wiggle your way in here and take what’s ours? Over my dead body!”
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That did it. Tears sprang from my eyes. Susan… the daughter my George and I had raised practically stabbed me with her words alone.
But no, I wouldn’t let them break me. Not me. Not Mariana.
“This is my home, and you’re not welcome! Take your greed and get out before I call the cops!” I retorted.
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“Do you have any idea what you’re putting us through? You’re nothing but a greedy vulture, circling around for scraps my father left behind!” Susan barked.
“If you had an ounce of decency, you’d leave right now! But clearly, that’s asking too much!” I snapped.
“You think a few harsh words will scare us? Just sign the damn papers, lady!” Doug yelled at me.
I felt cornered by the daughter I’d loved and raised. I was furious and heartbroken.
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When they refused to leave, my neighbor, hearing the commotion, rushed over. “You heard her! This isn’t your place, and you’re not welcome. Move it!” he physically escorted Susan and Doug out.
As they left, Susan’s furious voice echoed back. “This isn’t over, Mariana! You’ll regret this!”
I slumped onto the couch, my heart aching. Where had all that love we once shared vanished? How could greed twist my daughter into someone I barely recognized?
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With trembling hands, I reached for George’s framed photo on the side table. Tears blurred my vision as I traced his smiling face.
“Oh, George,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Why didn’t you take me with you? I’m lost without you.”
A sob escaped my throat as I clutched the frame to my chest. “Our daughter… our sweet Susan… she’s a stranger to me now. What happened to the little girl who used to call me Mom?”
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The silence of the empty house pressed in around me, amplifying my grief. I rocked back and forth, the photo cool against my tear-stained cheeks.
“I miss you so much, honey,” I choked out. “I don’t know how to face this alone.”
Susan’s calls didn’t stop after that. Day and night, my phone buzzed with her angry messages and voicemails. Finally, exhausted and desperate for peace, I decided to give in.
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I met with my lawyer, determined to give Susan what she wanted and be done with it. But there was something neither of us knew.
A week later, Susan stormed into my home again, her face red with fury.
“HOW DID YOU DO THIS?” she screamed. “I only get $3,000 and an old car? What about everything else?”
I stared at her, a small smile forming on my face. “What are you talking about?”
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Susan waved a paper in my face. “This! This pathetic inheritance you told the lawyer to give me! Where’s everything else?”
I took the paper from her, a small smile dancing on my lips. According to this, George only had $3,000 in his bank account, an old Mustang, and some debts.
“What about the house? The SUV? Dad’s old farmhouse?” Susan snapped.
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You see, my lawyer, whom I’d called the other day, arrived and explained the situation. And this is what he said:
“Mrs. Anderson, everything the family owned is in your name. The house, the SUV, the farmhouse, everything. Mr. Anderson transferred it all to you years ago, keeping just three grand in his bank account and his old Mustang. It’s up to you now to decide the fate of these assets.”
Until the lawyer dropped the bomb, I’d assumed George had left me nothing. But no! He had made sure I’d be taken care of after he was gone. Bless his soul.
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Susan’s face twisted with rage when I spilled the tea. “You’re lying! This can’t be true!” she hissed.
I looked at her, a strange calm settling over me. “Well, Susan, you wanted your father’s assets. Now you have them.”
“This isn’t fair!” she shrieked. “You tricked me!”
I looked up, a gentle smile plastered on my face. “No, Susan. I gave you exactly what you asked for… what rightfully belonged to your father. And now, I’m keeping what rightfully belongs to me.”
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In the days that followed, I made a decision. I sold everything — the house, the SUV, the farmhouse, all of it. I made a decent eight figures, and bought a beautiful villa in a place I’d always dreamed of living, far from everyone.
As I settled into my new home, I received a call from an old friend back in town.
“Mariana,” she said, her voice hushed. “I thought you should know. Susan’s trying to start litigation against you.”
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I sighed, unsurprised. “Let me guess, it fell through?”
“Yep. Everything was in your name, after all!”
I thanked her for the information and hung up, feeling a pang of sadness and relief.
Weeks passed, and I started to enjoy my new life. I traveled around the world, tried new hobbies, made new friends. But the peace didn’t last.
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One day, my phone rang with an unfamiliar number. When I answered, I heard a man’s voice. “Mrs. Anderson? I’m calling on behalf of Susan. She wants to meet with you.”
I felt a chill run down my spine. “No,” I said firmly. “I’m not interested.”
“But Mrs. Anderson, she insists—”
I cut him off. “Tell Susan she got what she wanted. I have nothing more to say to her.”
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As I ended the call, I couldn’t help but wonder why Susan was so desperate to meet now. What more could she possibly want? The fragments of my remaining peace?
I shook my head, pushing the thought away. It didn’t matter. I had a new life now, and I intended to live it to the fullest. After all, isn’t that what George would have wanted?
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Man Lying on Carton near Walmart in the Christmas Cold Is Ignored by Many, Young Boy Takes Pity — Story of the Day
A 7-year-old boy brings a miracle to the life of a homeless man on Christmas Eve through his act of kindness.
Christmas is a sad season and meant only for the rich. The phrase came to Cameron in an instant after the crowd’s murmur jolted him awake and named him for the amorphous depression that had plagued him all evening.
It was snowing once again. The sky was still dark, and people were pouring in and out of the Walmart store where he was lying on a carton, cuddled up in an almost torn blanket and a black jacket, which he hadn’t changed in a long while.
Of all the millions of people in Florida, he was practically the only one who had decided to sleep early on Christmas Eve to avoid the constant pain he was feeling — partially due to betrayal he’d experienced and partially due to the bruises that had covered almost every inch of his face.
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Cameron was a wealthy pharmaceutical manufacturer in Texas, and he and his friend cum business partner Nicholas had been on their way to Florida for a business deal a few days ago. Little did Cameron know it was all a dirty ruse to get him out of the way, and he’d be in a terrible state one day.
The evening all this happened had started like any other. Nicholas had come to Cameron’s house to discuss the plan. They had agreed to meet someone on the outskirts of Florida who would lead them to the city’s central plant, where the pharmaceuticals they were interested in producing were manufactured.
As Cameron and Nicholas approached the plant’s outskirts, a man in his 30s approached Nicholas and asked him to exit their car alone. Nicholas told Cameron to stay inside.
Nicholas and the strange man stood at a distance from the car, talking about something, occasionally looking at Cameron and pointing to the building where they’d arrived. They soon walked away, with Nicholas motioning to Cameron that he’d be back shortly.
What are they even discussing? Why on earth would that man want to talk to Nicholas alone? Cameron’s mind raced with the most bizarre suspicions at their sight.
Cameron froze in shock when he answered Nicholas’ phone | Photo: Pexels
Suddenly, Nicholas’ phone, which he’d forgotten in the car, rang, and a shock ran through Cameron. The wallpaper on the phone was a picture of Nicholas and Cameron’s wife Linda kissing, and the contact that flashed across the screen was named “love.”
Is it possible this could be Linda? Should I pick up the call? Cameron was baffled.
Nevertheless, he answered it, and his suspicions were confirmed. “Hi honey, did you reach safely? Did you manage to get rid of that idiot Cameron?” the voice asked.
Cameron recognized it was Linda. It was her voice. And the deal that Nicholas had organized wasn’t a pharmaceutical one. It was all a plan to get rid of him, and Cameron realized it late.
He immediately got out of the car and began looking for a way out, but two men dressed all in black stood in his way. Nicholas and the strange man soon appeared from behind them, Nicholas smirking. “I’m sorry, Cameron. I didn’t have a choice. I’m hoping you’ll forgive me.”
Cameron was attacked and dumped on the outskirts of Florida by Nicholas | Photo: Pexels
That was all Cameron remembered when he opened his eyes one day and found himself in an underground tunnel in the outskirts of Florida. His wallet, phone, and money were all gone, and one side of his face was covered in dried blood.
It had probably been days since he’d been left alone there in the tunnel. Perhaps he’d been attacked on his head, hence, the blood, he reasoned.
He slowly left the area and climbed up, his head still throbbing from the pain, until he reached a highway where all he encountered were large spreads of crops and an eerie dead silence.
Fortunately, he soon encountered a kind truck driver who was on his way to the city to sell some of his produce and offered to give him a free ride to town as well as the old blanket he’d been using to keep warm.
Cameron somehow reached the city that day, but he didn’t know what to do after that. He was very weak and tired and barely made it to the nearest Walmart store. His stomach was grumbling with hunger, and he felt light-headed as if he would collapse.
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At this point, Christmas was just a day away. Cameron had clenched his fists around his stomach, attempting to quiet its growling and alleviate the pain he was feeling. He couldn’t remember when he’d last eaten, but it had been several days because he was tired and exhausted.
Considering it was Christmas and a kind soul would help him out, Cameron opened his overcoat and folded it several times to make a bowl-like container out of it. He wrapped himself with the old blanket he had and sat there begging for food.
“Excuse me, ma’am. Can you please get me a loaf of bread?” he asked a woman who’d just come out of the Walmart store. She didn’t offer him anything; instead, she sneered at him for being homeless and then walked away.
The second person that walked past Cameron gave him a judgmental look, and a few others pulled their kids away, labeling Cameron as a “homeless freak,” advising them to stay away from him.
Poor Cameron’s eyes welled up. He lowered his head and tucked it in the circle of his hands, and started crying. Suddenly, a squeaky voice of a child interrupted him. “Please take this before my mommy finds out!” the child said.
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Cameron slowly lifted his head to see a boy of about 7 standing in front of him, holding a box of chocolates. “It’s Christmas, and everyone enjoys chocolate on Christmas. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do,” he said with a smile.
Cameron couldn’t stop crying at the boy’s sight. “Thank you very much, young man! You have no idea how much you’ve helped me!” He sobbed as he accepted the box.
“I have to leave now. Otherwise, mommy will scold me. Bye!” the boy said, preparing to leave, but as he turned around, he saw his mother standing behind him, her hands on her waist, giving him a stern look.
“How many times have I told you, Tom, not to leave my sight? There are so many people here, honey! You could get lost!”
“But mom!” Tom cried. “I was telling you something, but you weren’t listening to me!”
Tom offered chocolates to Cameron | Photo: Pexels
“Didn’t I buy the chocolates for you, Tom? What else do you want? Honey, you should know that I work very hard to support you. I already bought you your favorite toy car and chocolates.”
“No, mom!” Tom said. “It’s not about me. When we were coming to the store, I saw nobody was helping him, mom. So I bought the chocolates for him!” Tom pointed at Cameron, who was holding the chocolate box in his hands and looking intently at Tom and his mother, Jade.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know the boy troubled you for this. You can take it back,” Cameron said, returning the box, but Jade refused and instead offered him help.
“You look sick. You have so many injuries on your face. You can come with us, and we can get you checked,” she suggested.
“Thank you!” Cameron cried. “That’d be really sweet of you! But…Can you please lend me your phone…I – I need to…” Cameron had just started speaking when he felt disoriented, and grabbed his head, crying in pain. Looking at his condition, Jade drove him to the hospital, where the doctors informed her that Cameron would need to stay for a while due to a head injury that required treatment.
Cameron was unconscious, and Jade decided not to leave the man alone. She and her son stayed with Cameron that night in the hospital.
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When Cameron awoke the next morning, he told his entire story to Jade, and with her help, he reported the incident to the police.
Jade visited him every day and looked after him while the cops were investigating his case. When Cameron was finally released from the hospital, Jade took him home and allowed him to stay with him as long as he wanted.
Cameron discovered that Jade was a single mother who had divorced her abusive husband. As they spent more time together, Cameron felt himself growing closer to Jade, and the two eventually fell in love. Cameron proposed to her, and the woman nodded a yes. However, Cameron requested that they marry after he had reclaimed what was rightfully his. Cameron took off to Texas to settle his case after Jade agreed.
However, when he arrived, he discovered that his company was on the verge of going bankrupt, and Nicholas and Linda had run away after squandering all of the money.
Cameron had to stay in Texas until the case was settled. It took a few months, but Linda and Nicholas were eventually found. They had been hiding in a remote area of Texas. Cameron filed for divorce from Linda as soon as the cops caught her. Wrapping up everything took another two months, but Cameron was glad his wife and his best friend paid for their sins.
Jade and Cameron lived happily ever after | Photo: Pexels
Cameron flew back to Florida, relieved that his ex-wife and friend had paid for their actions. He and Jade got married at a church and welcomed a baby girl soon after.
Cameron began a new life with Tom, Jade, and their little baby girl Angela, forgetting the ridiculous past and moving on with his life.
What can we learn from this story?
- One act of kindness can make a huge difference in someone’s life. Cameron’s life was transformed from a miserable one to a happy one, thanks to little Tom’s kindness of offering him chocolates on Christmas Eve.
- Learn to be helpful and kind. Little Tom helped Cameron without expecting anything in return, and that single act changed Cameron’s life forever.
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