Orphan Inherits Old Sofa from Her Grandpa, She Sits and It Cracks under Her Weight – Story of the Day

When Victoria returned to her grandfather’s home in Iowa, she noticed his favorite sofa was still residing in the living room. The woman sat on it for a while, remembering her childhood days, then it suddenly cracked. What she discovered inside changed her whole life.

Victoria’s mother, Ella, abandoned her at a young age and moved to New York with her lover because she was tired of living in poverty. Edward, Victoria’s father, worked as a delivery man in the mornings and as a warehouse operator at night, but the money wasn’t enough to keep the family afloat.

On top of that, there was Victoria’s grandfather Silas who was in the last stages of his life fighting his battle with cancer and primarily himself. So Ella found an easy way out of her misery by moving from Iowa to New York with her boyfriend.

Victoria inherited an old sofa from Silas | Photo: Shutterstock

Victoria inherited an old sofa from Silas | Photo: Shutterstock

Victoria was 15 years old at the time. The teenager had hardly gotten over her mother’s elopement when her father passed away in a tragic accident a few months later, leaving her and Silas alone.

Ella paid Victoria visits and talked to her on the phone after Edward’s death, but Silas didn’t like it. He had never liked her in the first place, but after she left them, he hated her even more.

However, when Silas left for his heavenly abode a year later, it forced Victoria to relocate to her mother’s home in New York. Dave, Ella’s so-called lover, clearly didn’t like her, and Victoria didn’t admire him either.

Due to their frequent clashes, problems arose in their household over time, and Dave eventually left. Ella and Victoria’s relationship soured even more after this because Dave told Ella he was leaving her because he hated Victoria and her “obnoxious” attitude.

Victoria was orphaned after her mother abandoned her and her father died | Photo: Pexels

Victoria was orphaned after her mother abandoned her and her father died | Photo: Pexels

Ella initially managed to survive with the money left over from what her boyfriend had given her, so she did not scrimp on expensive gifts at first. That’s how they got by for about a half-year.

Ella was always dragging something to the pawnshop, and she didn’t seem to care about getting a job or planning for the future. She didn’t want to work, so when her savings ran out, she went out and found another man.

Tired of living a miserable life with her mother, Victoria applied for scholarships and somehow ended up in New York University, where she met Kevin. They met while working part-time at the same cafe, and their friendship quickly blossomed into love.

Soon, the lovebirds moved in together, and Victoria got pregnant. They were almost ready to graduate at the time, but Kevin dumped Victoria after learning of her pregnancy.

Victoria returned to her mother seeking assistance, but she refused to help her, so the young woman somehow finished her degree and returned to her grandfather’s house in Iowa.

Victoria returned to her grandfather's house in Iowa | Photo: Pexels

Victoria returned to her grandfather’s house in Iowa | Photo: Pexels

The house had been boarded up for years, and it could barely be seen from the road because of the thickets of weeds. Victoria decided to call for assistance because the heavy door would not budge.

Thankfully, her gaze was drawn to a young man chopping firewood in the next yard. “Hey, can you please help me?” Victoria shouted from her doorstep.

The man looked up from the wood and smiled at her. “Sure,” he replied. “I’ll be there in 2 minutes.”

Victoria noticed that the man was limping badly, so she ran up to him. “I’m sorry for troubling you. I should probably call someone else.”

As she came closer, he could see her clearly. “Victoria, is that you?” he exclaimed, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

Victoria looked at him, puzzled because she didn’t recognize him. “I’m sorry, but do I know you?”

The man turned out to be Victoria's childhood friend | Photo: Pexels

The man turned out to be Victoria’s childhood friend | Photo: Pexels

“Of course,” the man replied with a broad smile. “Remember we were friends as kids? It’s me, Tim!”

“Oh, Tim! I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you! You’ve changed so much! You were so chubby as a teen and look at you now!”

“I guess hard work does that to you,” he joked. “But how did you end up here?”

“Well, that’s quite a story. Would you mind assisting me with the door first?” she said. “Hand me the tools, I’ll carry them,” she added, taking notice of his limp.

With the use of his tools, within five minutes, Timothy manage to juggle the rusty door open. “Wow, there must be ghosts in there! Look how much dust and cobwebs there are! Let me help you clean up.”

Victoria declined, insisting she’d clean the house herself, but Timothy persuaded her, and it took them nearly three hours to dust the entire house properly. Meanwhile, Victoria told her story about how she ended up in Iowa after her boyfriend and mother abandoned her.

Then it was time to clean Silas’ sofa, which was beautifully adorned with a dusty white sheet and numerous spiderwebs in the living room.

The house was in terrible condition | Photo: Pexels

The house was in terrible condition | Photo: Pexels

“You know, this sofa meant a lot to grandpa,” Victoria explained to Timothy, “and he looked after it like it was the apple of his eye. This sofa with cracked armrests has made it through three generations, and hopefully will make it through the fourth.” She placed her hand on her baby bump.

“But before that, it needs cleaning,” Timothy replied. “So move aside, you’ve already helped a lot with the cleaning, and this much dust is bad for your baby.”

As Timothy cleaned the sofa, Victoria continued her sofa story. “I would often attempt to jump on it to test its rear springs in action, but then grandpa would yell at me, ‘Victoria! Get your skinny bones off the couch!’ Ahh, I miss him so much!”

“Well, now that it’s clean, you can at least sit here for a while and rest,” Timothy said after tidying the sofa.

But as Victoria attempted to sit, having dried up over many years in an unheated house, the sofa was crunched disgustingly. And as she tried to get more comfortable on it, it cracked treacherously and parted!

Victoria jumped up in surprise, feeling something solid hidden in the sofa. “There’s something in here!”

Victoria discovered a small chest inside the sofa | Photo: Pexels

Victoria discovered a small chest inside the sofa | Photo: Pexels

The sofa’s padding, which leaked and crumbled from time to time, revealed a small chest hidden deep within. When they opened it, they discovered gold ducats, jewelry, and a note addressed to Victoria.

“I hope this letter finds you well, Victoria,” the note began. “I wanted to give this to you sooner, but you were too young.”

“My grandfather gave me this inheritance and told me to give it to someone who needed it,” the note continued. “I believe you are the most in need of it because I am aware of how badly your mother treats you and how sad it must have been for you when Edward left. I hope this will be of assistance to you. Love, Silas.”

“Well, wow, now that’s one hell of a sofa!” Timothy said thoughtfully, scratching the back of his head.

However, Victoria couldn’t stop crying. Thanks to her grandad, her life did change for the better after she discovered the chest. She sold some of the treasures and used the proceeds to renovate her home, and she used some of the money to build a new room for her baby.

Victoria delivered a healthy baby boy | Photo: Pexels

Victoria delivered a healthy baby boy | Photo: Pexels

Timothy was by her side at all times, assisting her with everything from finding carpenters for the house to taking her to appointments and visiting her on weekends, so she didn’t feel left out.

A few months later, Victoria delivered a healthy baby boy. Timothy helped her look after the baby, and they gradually became close. Soon, the man proposed to Victoria for marriage, and Victoria happily accepted.

Finally, her family was complete. She had an adoring husband, a lovely child, and their grandfather’s blessing on the sofa she’d inherited. Thankfully, his sofa assisted them to the point where they could start a small business together with the money they had saved from selling the jewels.

What can we learn from this story?

  • There’s a delay in God’s court but no denial. Victoria had to go through a lot initially, but everything worked out in the end.
  • Matches are made in heaven. Kevin and Victoria’s relationship didn’t work out because she was fated to end up with Timothy.

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We Were About to Adopt a 5-Year-Old Boy but a Wealthy Couple Stepped in Wanting to Adopt Him Too

Adopting Nicholas was the answer to everything my husband Camden and I had dreamed of, but then a wealthy couple arrived, offering him everything we couldn’t. I feared we’d lost him — until he made a choice no one expected.

Here’s the thing: I never thought life would turn out this way. I always imagined myself in a cozy house filled with the sound of little feet running across the hardwood floors and laughter echoing through the halls.

A back view of a toddler in a diaper running in the garden | Source: Pexels

A back view of a toddler in a diaper running in the garden | Source: Pexels

But that dream got cut short the day my doctor sat me down and said the word “infertile.” It felt like someone had pulled the rug out from under me, leaving me to wonder if my marriage would even survive the weight of that news.

I was terrified Camden would leave me. After all, he had every right to want kids of his own, right? But he surprised me in the most beautiful way. He didn’t flinch. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me and said, “Family isn’t just about biology. Maybe there’s another way.”

An understanding and caring man looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

An understanding and caring man looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

And that’s when the idea of adoption took root in my heart.

We started the process slowly. Foster care visits, endless paperwork, and meetings with social workers. Camden was a rock through it all, never losing faith, even when I did. Then, one day, everything changed.

We met Nicholas.

He was five, with the biggest brown eyes and a shy smile that made my heart do flips. The moment I saw him, something inside me whispered, this is your son, Zelda.

A little boy | Source: Midjourney

A little boy | Source: Midjourney

He barely said a word that day, just clung to his toy truck and peeked up at us every now and then. But I could feel it. We connected in a way that went beyond words.

“Do you like trucks, buddy?” Camden asked him, crouching down to his level. Nicholas nodded, not saying a word, but his eyes lit up for just a second. That was enough for me.

Months passed, and we were so close to making him ours. The paperwork, the home visits — everything was falling into place. Then, out of nowhere, everything took a turn.

A surprised woman | Source: Midjourney

A surprised woman | Source: Midjourney

“We’ve had another family express interest in Nicholas,” our social worker, Mrs. Jameson, said one afternoon. “They’re quite wealthy and very interested in adopting him.”

My stomach dropped. “But… we’re so close. We’ve been with him for months,” I said, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice.

“I understand, Zelda,” Mrs. Jameson replied. “But they have the right to apply as well. Nicholas will be given time with both families and ultimately, it will be up to him.”

A social worker talking to someone | Source: Midjourney

A social worker talking to someone | Source: Midjourney

That’s when we met them. The Featheringhams.

They strolled into the foster home as if they owned the place — polished, perfect, with an air of entitlement that filled the room.

Mrs. Featheringham, tall and blonde, with a diamond necklace glittering around her throat, looked me up and down as if I were something unpleasant she’d found on the bottom of her shoe. Her husband stood beside her, equally well-groomed, surveying Camden and me like we were unworthy competition.

A wealthy man standing in a room | Source: Midjourney

A wealthy man standing in a room | Source: Midjourney

“I have to say,” Mrs. Featheringham began, her voice dripping with condescension, “I’m surprised someone like you would think you have a chance. I mean, just look at yourself—plain, middle-class. What exactly do you have to offer Nicholas?”

I could feel the heat rising to my face, but I forced myself to stay calm. Camden’s hand tightened around mine, steadying me.

A woman looks displeased and a little angry | Source: Midjourney

A woman looks displeased and a little angry | Source: Midjourney

She wasn’t done. “We can give Nicholas everything—the best private schools, vacations across the globe, a life of luxury. What do you have? A little house in the suburbs? What’s he going to do there, play in the backyard while you struggle to make ends meet?”

Her words were sharp, meant to cut deep, and they did. I could feel Camden tense beside me, but I held him back with a slight squeeze of his hand.

A man looking unhappy and tensed | Source: Midjourney

A man looking unhappy and tensed | Source: Midjourney

“We’re the kind of family a child like Nicholas deserves,” she continued, her voice cold. “You should do what’s best for him and step aside. He’ll never choose you. Why would he? Just look at the difference between us.”

Camden couldn’t hold back any longer. “We might not have all the money in the world,” he said, his voice calm but firm, “but what we can offer Nicholas is love, stability, and a real home. That’s what matters.”

Mrs. Featheringham scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Love doesn’t pay for college or vacations. Be realistic.”

A wealthy woman scoffs while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

A wealthy woman scoffs while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

Mrs. Jameson, sensing the rising tension, stepped in. “Both families will have a week with Nicholas. After that, he’ll make his decision.”

A week. One week to convince this little boy that we could give him the love and life he deserved.

I took a deep breath and nodded, but inside, my heart was breaking. What if Nicholas didn’t choose us?

An anxious woman | Source: Midjourney

An anxious woman | Source: Midjourney

When our week with Nicholas finally arrived, I was filled with a mix of excitement and dread. We’d heard all about his time with the Featheringhams: fancy dinners, amusement parks, and a water park.

Nicholas talked about how they’d bought him new clothes, the latest toys, and basically every child’s dream. Every time he mentioned it, I felt the hope slipping away from us.

Our week, in contrast, was far more humble — and to be honest, it seemed like everything went wrong. We had planned to take Nicholas to the zoo on our first day, thinking he’d love the animals.

A closeup shot of a lion in a zoo | Source: Pexels

A closeup shot of a lion in a zoo | Source: Pexels

But wouldn’t you know it? It rained all day. So instead, we stayed inside and built forts out of old blankets in the living room. Camden even made a “campfire” by arranging some pillows in a circle and holding a flashlight underneath them, making Nicholas giggle.

“Looks just like a real campfire, huh, buddy?” Camden asked, his voice full of hope.

Nicholas nodded, smiling shyly. “Yeah, it’s cool.”

It wasn’t flashy, and definitely not what we’d planned, but for a moment, I thought maybe it wasn’t such a disaster after all.

A smiling little boy | Source: Midjourney

A smiling little boy | Source: Midjourney

The next day, we tried to take him to a local arcade, hoping to have a fun time. But almost every machine there was broken.

We ended up leaving after a few rounds of air hockey and went to the park nearby instead, sitting under a tree and playing board games we’d brought from home. Camden even found a chess set and started teaching Nicholas how to play.

“Why do all the pieces look so serious?” Nicholas asked, making me laugh.

A closeup shot of chess pieces on a chess board | Source: Pexels

A closeup shot of chess pieces on a chess board | Source: Pexels

“That’s because it’s a very serious game,” Camden said, leaning in like he was sharing a big secret. “But you know what? The real fun is in breaking the rules every now and then.”

Nicholas giggled as Camden made a rook do a silly dance across the board. It wasn’t what we’d planned, but we were making the best of it. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Nicholas was comparing our simple activities to the extravagant week he’d spent with the Featheringhams.

A little boy riding a carousel | Source: Pexels

A little boy riding a carousel | Source: Pexels

By midweek, we decided to have a picnic. We figured it was a safe, easy plan, something that couldn’t possibly go wrong. But sure enough, as soon as we sat down and opened the basket, a swarm of ants decided to join us. Nicholas squealed as they crawled over the sandwiches, and we had to scramble to pack everything up.

“Guess ants like peanut butter more than we do,” I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Nicholas grinned. “Can we eat somewhere else?”

A happy little boy | Source: Midjourney

A happy little boy | Source: Midjourney

We ended up at a little diner around the corner, sitting in a booth and sharing sandwiches and fries. Camden told Nicholas funny stories about his childhood, like the time he’d fallen into a lake trying to catch frogs. Nicholas laughed so hard that he nearly spilled his soda.

Day after day, our plans fell apart, but something surprising happened along the way. Nicholas didn’t seem to mind. By the end of the week, he was holding our hands as we walked around the neighborhood. He laughed with us, even when things didn’t go perfectly.

A woman and a little boy smile while hanging outdoors | Source: Midjourney

A woman and a little boy smile while hanging outdoors | Source: Midjourney

One night, during a movie, he curled up on the couch and fell asleep in my lap, his tiny hand resting on mine. It felt so natural, like he belonged there.

On the last night of our week together, Camden and I were both quiet as we watched Nicholas sleep. I could see the worry in Camden’s eyes, even though he tried to hide it.

“I don’t know, Z,” he whispered. “What if it’s not enough? What if we’re not enough?”

A sad and worried man | Source: Midjourney

A sad and worried man | Source: Midjourney

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I think… I think we’ve shown him what really matters.”

Camden nodded, though I could tell he wasn’t convinced. And to be honest, neither was I.

Then came the final day. The day Nicholas had to choose.

We sat in a small room at the foster home, Camden and I on one side, the Featheringhams on the other. Nicholas sat beside Mrs. Jameson, the social worker, looking down at his hands.

A quiet little boy | Source: Midjourney

A quiet little boy | Source: Midjourney

Mrs. Featheringham didn’t waste any time. “Nicholas, darling,” she cooed, “we had such a wonderful time, didn’t we? Remember the water park? The toys we bought you? Imagine living with us, having everything you could ever want.

Nicholas nodded, glancing at us. My heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest.

“And remember,” she continued, “we can take you on vacations, send you to the best schools… you’d never want for anything, sweetheart.”

A wealthy and self-assured woman is looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

A wealthy and self-assured woman is looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. How could we possibly compete with all of that? What could we offer him that they couldn’t?

Mrs. Jameson turned to Nicholas. “Nicholas, it’s your decision. Take your time.”

He looked up, his little face serious. “I had fun with them,” he said softly, referring to the Featheringhams. “The places we went to were cool. And… and they gave me lots of toys.”

I felt Camden’s grip on my hand tighten, but I kept my eyes on Nicholas, my heart sinking with each word.

A little boy playing with toys | Source: Midjourney

A little boy playing with toys | Source: Midjourney

“But…” Nicholas paused, looking directly at us. “But I feel like I have a family when I’m with them.”

The room went silent.

He pointed at Camden and me. “They don’t take me to big places or give me lots of stuff… but I feel happy when I’m with them. And I feel safe. And I like the stories they tell me. It feels like home.”

A cheerful little boy | Source: Midjourney

A cheerful little boy | Source: Midjourney

My breath caught in my throat. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Camden looked just as shocked.

Nicholas smiled at us shyly. “I want to stay with them.”

For a moment, no one spoke. Mrs. Featheringham’s face tightened, but she didn’t say anything. Mrs. Jameson smiled warmly.

“Then that’s settled,” she said softly.

Nicholas chose us.

I blinked back tears as Camden wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close. We had worried, doubted, and feared that we weren’t enough.

A happy couple sharing a hug | Source: Midjourney

A happy couple sharing a hug | Source: Midjourney

But in the end, love, trust, and the simple moments had been enough. Nicholas didn’t want a life of luxury; he wanted a family.

And he had found that with us.

If this story tugged at your heartstrings, here’s another one that you might like even more: Larriel moves into a fancy neighborhood with her two sons, hoping for a fresh start. But whispers and cold stares follow them as the neighbors forbid their children from playing with her boys. One unexpected act of bravery, however, changes everything…

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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