I thought I was just a caregiver for Mrs. Blackwood, a sharp-tongued, secretive woman, until her plan to rewrite the will in my favor, cutting out her children, pulled me into a storm of family secrets.
I was young, unemployed, and full of doubts. A nursing diploma in hand but no job prospects. Higher education in the city felt like a cruel joke. Weeks of failed interviews left me restless, staring at a bleak future.
Then, a small ad in the paper caught my eye:
“Nanny needed for an elderly lady who cannot walk. Live-in position.”
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It felt like a lifeline. So, I headed to the interview.
When I arrived at the grand, slightly weathered house, the door was opened by a young man, perhaps in his early twenties.
“You must be here for the nanny position,” he said with a polite smile. “I’m Edward.”
Before I could respond, a young woman appeared behind him.
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“And I’m Emily. Grandma’s expecting you,” she added, her tone friendly but distant, as if this was a routine chore she wanted to get over with.
They were kind enough to show me inside, but it looked as though they were obligated to be welcoming.
“Grandma’s upstairs,” Edward said as he gestured toward the staircase. “We’ll let her take it from here.”
They disappeared down the hall, leaving me with the distinct impression that they were more like housemates than attentive grandchildren.
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Mrs. Blackwood greeted me with a smile that radiated confidence. She was in bed, but everything about her said she was in control. Her hair was perfectly coiffed, her nails polished, and her laughter surprisingly hearty.
“Ah, you must Mia,” she said, her voice warm and commanding. “Come in, dear. Sit down.”
I hesitated for a moment. She didn’t match the frail, helpless image I’d expected.
“Don’t just stand there,” she teased, patting the edge of the bed. “Sit! Have a doughnut. No one should face the world hungry.”
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“Thank you,” I replied, cautiously picking one from the plate on her nightstand.
Her eyes sparkled as she watched me as if she already knew my life story.
“So, tell me,” she began, leaning back slightly, “why do you want this job?”
“I need it. And I believe I can help you,” I said, trying not to overshare.
She nodded. “Honesty. That’s rare these days. Well, Mia, welcome aboard.”
That’s how my life in Lady Blackwood’s house began.
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The first few days were uneventful. I followed her routine, listened to her endless stories, and thought maybe this would be simple. But then, the strangeness began.
One morning, a book from the shelf moved beside her bed.
“Did you read this last night, Mrs. Blackwood?” I asked, holding up the book.
“I don’t sleepwalk, dear,” she replied, her lips twitching with amusement.
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Then there was the curtain. I distinctly remembered leaving it open, but it was drawn when I returned. And the flowers… They were freshly watered when I hadn’t touched them.
“Are your grandchildren coming to kiss good night?” I asked one morning, trying to sound casual.
“Oh no,” she said with a small laugh. “Edward and Emily have been living here since their parents gone, but they rarely bother to check on me before bed.”
“But… someone’s moving things,” I pressed.
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“They’ll come when the will is read,” she added, missing my comments.
Her words hung in the air like a puzzle piece that didn’t fit. Something was off, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that Mrs. Blackwood was hiding something from everyone, including her grandchildren.
***
Each new day in the Blackwood household seemed to unravel more mysteries. I decided to make a few changes to Mrs. Blackwood’s routine, not only to make her life more comfortable but also to create a sense of normalcy in the house. Instead of letting her eat alone in her room, I began setting the table in the living room.
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“There’s something special about a proper dinner table,” I said, adjusting the silverware. “It feels more… lively, don’t you think?”
Mrs. Blackwood raised an eyebrow, but a faint smile tugged at her lips.
“You’re full of ideas, aren’t you, Mia?”
“And you’re going to love this one,” I said with a wink, pushing her wheelchair closer to the table.
I covered her with a soft blanket and tucked a pillow behind her back for support.
Edward and Emily weren’t as enthusiastic about the change. The first night, they entered the room with wide eyes, as though they had stumbled into a completely foreign world.
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“What’s this?” Emily asked, frowning at the neatly set table.
“Dinner,” I replied cheerfully. “It’s nice to eat together, don’t you think?”
Edward hesitated. “But Grandma always eats in her room.”
“Well, not anymore,” I said firmly, pulling out a chair for him. “She deserves company, don’t you agree?”
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They exchanged a look, clearly uncomfortable, but sat down anyway.
Later, I introduced the idea of reading nights twice a week.
“It’s simple,” I explained one evening. “We’ll each take turns reading a chapter aloud. Then we can discuss the plot. It’ll be fun, and it’ll give us all something to share.”
Mrs. Blackwood seemed to enjoy it, her laughter often punctuating the room as we stumbled through old classics and lighthearted tales.
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But after a few weeks, Edward and Emily began to find excuses to skip. Their absences became more frequent until it was just Mrs. Blackwood and me at the table.
One evening, the four of us gathered for the dinner.
“I’m glad you both joined us tonight,” Mrs. Blackwood began, her voice smooth and warm.
Edward glanced at Emily. “Actually, Grandma, there’s something we wanted to talk to you about.”
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Emily jumped in before he could finish. “We’ve been thinking… It’s probably best for all of us if Edward and I move out. You’ll still have Mia here to take care of you, of course.”
Mrs. Blackwood tilted her head. “Moved out? Where would you go?”
“We found a place downtown,” Edward explained quickly. “But, um, we’ll need a little help with the deposit and rent.”
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For a moment, silence hung over the table. Then Mrs. Blackwood gave a slow, deliberate smile that made both Edward and Emily sit up straighter.
“Well, isn’t that convenient,” she said, her voice light but laced with something sharp. “Since we’re all sharing news, I have some of my own.”
Edward frowned. “What news?”
Mrs. Blackwood leaned forward slightly, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
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“Next week, my lawyer will be visiting to make some changes to my will.”
Emily froze, her fork halfway to her mouth. “Changes?”
“Yes,” Mrs. Blackwood replied. “You see, I’ve decided that everything will go to Mia.”
“You’re joking!” Emily exclaimed.
“Oh, I’m quite serious,” Mrs. Blackwood said, her voice calm. “Mia has shown me the kind of care and respect I haven’t seen from either of you in years. She’s earned it.”
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“But we’re your grandchildren!” Edward burst out.
“Then perhaps you should start acting like it,” Mrs. Blackwood retorted. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe dinner is getting cold.”
***
Overnight, Edward’s and Emily’s behavior changed in the most absurd ways. Suddenly, they became the epitome of devoted grandchildren, vying for her attention. That was as entertaining as it was ridiculous.
One morning, I walked into the living room to find Edward arranging a vase of bright tulips on the table.
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“Flowers for you, Grandma,” he said, his tone overly cheerful. “I remember how much you love tulips.”
Mrs. Blackwood glanced at the flowers, unimpressed. “Do you? That’s interesting because I prefer orchids.”
Emily, not to be outdone, burst in a moment later carrying a tray with tea and biscuits.
“Breakfast in the living room today, Grandma! I thought you’d enjoy a change of scenery.”
Mrs. Blackwood raised an eyebrow, sipping the tea. “Well, aren’t you two just angels,” she said dryly. “Too bad you didn’t think of this sooner.”
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They were relentless. Their efforts to win her over bordered on comical. Meanwhile, I barely had to lift a finger.
But despite their over-the-top efforts, Mrs. Blackwood remained firm. One evening, after a particularly extravagant dinner prepared by Emily, she announced:
“My decision is final. No amount of flowers or fancy meals will change it.”
The smiles disappeared, replaced by hushed conversations behind closed doors.
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The next day, Edward approached me.
“We’ve decided that your services are no longer needed. We can manage taking care of Grandma ourselves.”
It was clear his words were rehearsed, but the tension in his voice betrayed the real motive.
“Alright,” I said finally. “I’ll pack my things.”
As I turned to leave, Mrs. Blackwood called me to her room. She handed me an envelope stuffed with cash.
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“It’s time for you to act. Rent a car, park it near the house at midnight, and wait in the garden when the lights go out. Be ready for anything.”
I stared at her, startled. “But what’s going to happen?”
She smiled. “Just trust me. You’ll see soon enough.”
***
I rented the jeep, just as Mrs. Blackwood had instructed. The following night, I drove toward her house and parked the jeep a few streets away, keeping it hidden under the shadows of tall trees.
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Taking a deep breath, I got out and crept into the garden, crouching behind the hedge where I had a clear view of the house. Time felt elastic, stretching endlessly as I waited for her signal.
Then, all at once, the lights in the house went out.
My pulse quickened. I fixed my eyes on the windows, every muscle in my body tense. The darkness seemed alive, moving with shadows that weren’t there a moment ago.
Suddenly, the back door creaked open, and a figure in a black cloak emerged. It turned, the face illuminated by the moonlight.
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“Mrs. Blackwood?” I whispered, unsure if it could really be her.
“Come,” she whispered, moving with a speed and confidence that shocked me.
I hurried after her, struggling to keep up as she navigated the garden like someone half her age. When we reached the jeep, she slid into the driver’s seat without hesitation.
“Wait… you can drive?” I stammered, stunned.
“Of course,” she replied, her tone tinged with amusement. “Did you think I spent all my time in bed for fun?”
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As she expertly maneuvered the jeep, she explained everything. The shifting objects, the carefully timed moments of helplessness—it had all been part of her plan.
“My grandchildren have spent their lives waiting for something they didn’t earn. You, Mia, showed me what true care and effort look like. It’s time they learn to stand on their own.”
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***
True to her word, Mrs. Blackwood rewrote her will, leaving nothing to her grandchildren. Instead, she rewarded me generously and donated the rest to charity. Her grandchildren were given a choice: start earning their way or leave without support. Surprisingly, they chose to change.
As for me, I found a place to live and returned to my hospital internship, armed with glowing recommendations from Mrs. Blackwood. That adventure gifted me with an extraordinary friendship with Mrs. Blackwood, who taught me the true value of self-worth.
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Single Mom of Four Buys Used Car, Owner Tells Her to Look In Trunk When She Gets Home — Story of the Day
A single mother of four young children decided to buy a used car to get to work. The car’s old owner asked her to open the trunk when she got home. What she finds in the trunk would be life-changing.Jennifer was a single mother of four young kids after her husband Adam left when he found out she was pregnant with their fourth child. “Another child to feed? No way! I’ve had enough!” he said one day, leaving their trailer and filing for divorce. Jennifer was devastated. She and Adam did not plan the pregnancy, but she thought she would have his support through such a challenging time, especially since they were already facing financial difficulties at the time.After their separation, Adam stopped giving her money for their children.He claimed he had no job and that no one would take him in because he did not graduate college. Shortly after giving birth, Jennifer had no choice but to look for a job, as she was running short on cash for food, diapers, and milk. Jennifer would walk through strips of restaurants and shops, only to be rejected by owners because she had four small children.”It’s difficult to hire mothers with young children because something always comes up. It’s either your child is sick, or you have no one to leave them with, so you have to miss work. I’m sorry, it’s too much for us to handle,” one employer outright told her. As no one in their neighborhood would take her in for a job, Jennifer started searching in a nearby city. With the bit of money she had left,she took a cab ride and asked her neighbors to look after her children for the afternoon.When she got there, she saw an opening for a housekeeping job at a local hotel. She walked in, applied, and was hired immediately. “We badly need staff around here, especially with the summer season. We will be fully booked in a couple of weeks,” the HR manager told her.Desperate for a job, Jennifer accepted it even if it meant traveling to a different city every day. She thanked the HR manager and made her way back home, where she told her kids she had finally landed a job. After spending almost $30 on cab fare, Jennifer realized she couldn’t afford to commute to work every day. It would be better for her to take her own car, but she had no money for one. She realized her best hope was to purchase a second-hand car.She found one but she wondered whether the owner would agree to sell it for a lower price. “By any chance, would you be able to give me this car for $5000? You see, I’m a single mom of four,and it’s been difficult for me to earn money. I was hoping to get a car to take a job in a nearby city,” she admitted.When the owner found out that she was raising four young children on her own, he agreed to sell the car for $5000. “If you can buy the car by tomorrow, I can give this to you for $5000,” he told her. Jennifer couldn’t be more grateful to the owner for agreeing to sell at a lower price. She took her chances and applied for a loan at the bank so she could get the car the following day. Unfortunately, because of her bad credit, the loan was rejected immediately.As she was running out of options, Jennifer thought deeply about what to do next. She could not move to a new city because her eldest child, Ethan, had just started school near the trailer park they lived in. Rent in the nearby city was also a lot more expensive, and she wouldn’t be able to take the trailer with her. She really needed a car to take her to and from work and fetch her children from school and the daycare.Then she remembered the family heirloom her late mother had left her – a gold chain necklace that had been in her family for generations. She teared up at the thought of having to sell it so she could buy a car, but she desperately needed it to provide for her children in the long run.Jennifer took the gold chain necklace from her trinket box and walked toward a nearby pawnshop. “I’m sorry, mom. I really need to do this right now,” she said aloud. When she got to the pawnshop, the necklace was valued at $5500. Jennifer was delighted. The amount was enough to buy the car and she would have some left for their daily needs. The following day, she went back to the used car dealership and handed the owner an envelope filled with $5000. “Thank you for agreeing to sell this to me, sir. You have no idea how much this will help my children and I,” she said and handed the man the envelope.The owner, who introduced himself as Jeff, smiled. “Congratulations on your car. This is an excellent purchase,” he told her. While Jennifer signed the paperwork for the purchase, Jeff discreetly placed something in the trunk of the car, and ss Jennifer prepared to drive home, he called out after her. “By the way, check the car’s trunk when you get home. I left something for your children inside,” he said, waving at Jennifer before she drove away. Since buying the car, Jennifer became busy commuting to work and taking her children to school and daycare that she completely forgot about checking the trunk, until she found a note in the car’s glove compartment.“I hope you and your children liked the gift I left inside the trunk. May it be of great help to you.” Surprised, she decided to open the trunk to search for the gift.At first, Jennifer was confused when she saw nothing but a white envelope on one side of the trunk. Then she realized it was the same white envelope she used to put her payment for the car. She opened it and saw her $5000 untouched. Jennifer couldn’t help but cry at that moment, surprised at the man’s kind gesture. She drove straight to the used car dealership after work, where she thanked Jeff for his generosity. “The world throws challenges at you, and it’s up to you to either rise from these challenges or succumb to them. I am proud of you for staying strong for your children, and I thought you could use the money more than I. Just don’t forget to pay it forward,” Jeff told her
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