Kerry didn’t have much money as she lived on her pension. But she wanted to buy a dress for her granddaughter Anne’s prom. At a luxury store, saleslady Sandra greeted her but couldn’t disguise her prejudices, as Kerry didn’t look like her regular customers. She drove Kerry away, but someone stepped up to help.
“Grandma, I don’t care about prom! Really. I just want to stay home and watch movies with Mom,” Kerry’s granddaughter, Anne, said through the phone.
Kerry had called her to talk about her graduation from Strawberry Crest High School in Tampa, Florida, was coming up, and prom was right around the corner. But the older woman was surprised when her granddaughter assured her that she didn’t want to go. She claimed to not care about the event, but Kerry knew the truth.
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Her daughter, Lisa, worked minimum wage, and Kerry lived on her pension alone. None of them had enough money to buy Anne a proper dress for the prom. The 18-year-old felt embarrassed about it.
“Ma’am. Are you ok? Can I help you with anything?” a kind male voice asked.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go? You know I went to the prom with your grandfather. He asked me out of the blue, and we got married a few months later. We loved each other until the day he died, and I still miss him every day. The prom can change your life,” Kerry insisted, her voice cheerful as she tried to convince her to go.
“I know, Grandma. But still. I don’t want to go. Also, I don’t have a date either, so it doesn’t matter. Listen, I have to go study, I still have a few finals left. Talk to you later!” Anne said and hung up the phone too quickly for Kerry’s comfort.
Therefore, the older woman decided something. She was saving a bit of her pension every single month to cover her funeral costs so that Lisa would not have to worry about anything expensive. But there was something more pressing right now.
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She wanted to buy a dress for her granddaughter. Anne deserved it. She was a brilliant kid who worked hard at school. It wasn’t her fault that they lived in poverty most of the time, and Kerry would convince her to go to the prom in a lovely dress.
The following day, she went to the mall and found a beautiful boutique full of amazing dresses. She entered, and her eyes widened at the sparkle. “What would Anne like?” she asked herself, touching one gown closest to her.
“Hello! My name is Sandra. How may I help you… ugh… today?” a saleslady approached Kerry, but she stumbled on her words for some reason. The woman looked up and down at Kerry and her mouth twisted strangely.
“Hi there! I’m looking for a dress for my granddaughter. Her prom is coming up,” Kerry explained, smiling at the woman despite her weird demeanor.
“I’m sorry. This is not a rental store. You have to buy these dresses in full,” Sandra said, linking her hands together.
But Kerry had no idea what she was talking about. “I know that. But can you show me some of the most popular models?”
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“Well, the most popular are pretty pricey. In fact, the entire store might not be in your price range. Perhaps you could go to Target for it?” Sandra suggested, and Kerry finally realized the woman’s attitude. She didn’t think Kerry could afford anything and shouldn’t be shopping at that store.
She was offended immediately but didn’t want to say anything and cause a scene. She continued walking around the store, with Sandra following. “I’m just going to browse around, okay?” Kerry said, trying to get the woman off her back.
“Listen, you can really get nice things at Target in your price range. This is simply too much,” Sandra continued, crossing her arms. “Also, we have cameras everywhere. You won’t be able to stash anything in that ugly old bag of yours.”
Kerry finally turned around to face the rude saleslady, and her eyes widened. Sandra smirked cattily at her, daring her to do something. But she had never been a confrontational person, so she rushed out of the store, ashamed, and tears streamed down her face.
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She was right outside the mall when she dropped her bag accidentally, and for some reason, that made her break down even more. After being humiliated by the woman, she cried heavily, but something touched her shoulder.
“Ma’am. Are you ok? Can I help you with anything?” a kind male voice asked, and Kerry lifted her head to stare at a young cop, who tried to get her to stand up straight. He leaned down to pick up her purse and gave her a dazzling smile.
“Oh, thank you, officer,” Kerry said, grabbing the bag and composing herself.
“Well, I’m still an apprentice. I’m only 20, but I’ll be an official officer soon enough,” the young man answered humorously. “Can you tell me what happened?”
“Well, it’s a bit silly…,” the older woman began. Something about his face made her want to talk about it. He was frowning heavily by the time she finished.
“That’s preposterous! How can a salesperson treat you like that?” he said.
“What’s your name, young man?”
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“George Martins,” he answered and looked toward the mall doors. “Look, my mentor came here for coffee. But we have time to choose a dress. Let’s go!”
Kerry wanted to refuse, but George pulled her along towards the luxury boutique. Sandra spotted her immediately.
“I thought I told you to leave… oh, officer. What’s going on?” Sandra asked, changing her tune as soon as she saw the cop with Kerry.
“We came here for a dress, and we’re not leaving without one,” George stated, and he gestured for Kerry to continue shopping. He also complained to Sandra’s manager while the older woman looked for a dress.
After a few minutes, she finally chose something beautiful for prom, and George even paid for half of it despite Kerry’s objections. But it wasn’t that expensive because the store offered ended up offering them a discount due to the complaint George raised against them. They heard the manager scolding Sandra while leaving.
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George accompanied Kerry out of the mall and bid her goodbye. But Kerry couldn’t let such a wonderful young man go just like that. “George, do you have any plans this weekend?” she asked, raising her eyebrows slyly, and George laughed.
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On prom night, Kerry appeared at Lisa’s house to surprise her granddaughter with the dress in her hands. They told her how vital this rite of passage was for every young person, and they dressed her up.
In the end, Anne was happy and looked beautiful. But she shrugged as they took pictures of her. “It’s too bad I don’t have a date,” she said, arranging her dress shyly.
“Actually…,” Kerry stared, and the doorbell rang at that moment.
George was right outside wearing a beautiful tux, and he had a corsage in his hands. The older woman made introductions, explaining what happened at the mall and how kind George was. Anne was embarrassed, but she accepted the corsage and the date.
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They had tons of fun at prom, and seven years later, she and George got married.
“I told you prom can change your life!” Kerry said while helping Anne with her wedding dress.
What can we learn from this story?
- It’s not polite to treat anyone any less because of their looks. Sandra judged Kerry because she didn’t look like her regular customers, and she got scolded because of it.
- Help out as much as you can. George saw a crying older woman and decided to help out. And in the end, he found his happiness thanks to that one moment of kindness.
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I Saw a Little Girl Crying Alone in the Park and Decided to Help Her, Unaware That Our Meeting Would Change My Life — Story of the Day
I saw a little girl crying alone in the park and couldn’t walk away. She was lost, scared, and needed help. I had no idea that one small act of kindness would lead me into a world of wealth, suspicion, and unexpected bonds. What started as a simple rescue soon changed my life forever.
I trudged along the park path, my feet dragging against the gravel. The rejection still rang in my ears, the interviewer’s forced smile, the polite but final “We’ll be in touch.”
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I knew what that meant. I had no savings left, no backup plan. Rent was due in three days, and I had nothing. A lump formed in my throat.
Breathe, Claire, just breathe.
Then, through the quiet rustling of leaves, I heard it—a soft, hiccuping sob. I stopped, scanning the area.
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My eyes landed on a small figure perched on a thick tree branch, her legs dangling.
A little girl, no older than six, clung to the trunk, her cheeks streaked with tears.
I stepped closer, keeping my voice soft. “Hey there, are you okay?”
The little girl sniffled and shook her head. “No. I’m stuck. I can’t get down.”
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She clung to the rough bark, her small hands gripping the tree. I glanced around. No one else was nearby.
“Don’t worry. I’ll help you,” I said.
I reached for the lowest branch, hoisting myself up. The bark scratched my palms, but I climbed higher. The girl watched me, her eyes wide.
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“Hold onto me,” I told her.
She wrapped her arms around my neck. I carefully lifted her, holding her close as I climbed down. My feet hit the ground. I set her down gently and wiped a tear from her cheek.
“There. You’re safe now,” I said.
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She sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve. “Thank you.”
“What’s your name?” I asked. “Where’s your mom?”
“Zoe,” she said. “I don’t have a mom.”
I hesitated. “I’m Claire. Where’s your dad?”
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“He’s at work,” she said.
“Who were you here with?” I asked.
“My nanny,” Zoe said. “But I don’t know where she is.”
I frowned. “Do you want to look for her?”
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“No. I just want to go home,” Zoe said.
I sighed. Leaving a lost child alone wasn’t an option. “Alright, let’s go,” I said.
Zoe grabbed my hand and started walking. “My dad is going to be really mad at Mila. He worries about me all the time.”
“Mila is…?” I asked.
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“My nanny. She teaches me French and German,” Zoe said.
“Do you like that?”
She scrunched her nose. “No. She only cares about her fiancé. She flirts with him all the time.”
I laughed. “Who told you that?”
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“Marta. She’s our housekeeper. Mila is her daughter.”
That told me one thing—her dad had money.
“Do you have a husband?” Zoe asked.
“Not yet,” I said.
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“We’re here!” she shouted.
I looked up and nearly gasped. A massive mansion stood before us.
Zoe ran to the gate and started climbing. “Boost me up!”
I hesitated but lifted her. She landed on the other side, unlocked the gate, and pulled me toward the house.
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The moment we stepped inside, voices echoed through the grand hall.
“How could you lose my daughter?!” a man’s deep voice boomed.
“I—I don’t know,” a woman stammered. “She just disappeared.”
“You were supposed to stay at the park and wait for me! Not leave her alone and come back here!” The man’s voice grew sharper.
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“I panicked,” the woman said. Her tone was weak, almost pleading.
“You’re fired the moment Zoe is found. Pray nothing happened to her, or I’ll take you to court,” the man threatened.
“Simon, don’t be so harsh,” an older woman interjected. “Mila made a mistake.”
Zoe’s grip on my hand tightened. She took a deep breath, then let go and ran toward the voice. I followed and stopped at the doorway.
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“Daddy!” Zoe cried.
A tall man with sharp features knelt down and pulled her into his arms. His face softened as he hugged her tightly. His expensive suit wrinkled as he held her close.
The younger woman, standing a few steps away, looked pale. She had the same eyes as the older woman beside her. Mila and Marta, I realized.
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Simon’s relief was brief. His sharp gaze turned to me. His whole body tensed. “Who are you? What were you doing with my daughter?” His voice was hard, demanding.
I raised my hands slightly. “I just brought her home. I was leaving.” I turned toward the door.
“Wait,” Simon called just as I stepped outside. I stopped, my hand hovering over the gate, then slowly turned back to face him.
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“Zoe told me what happened. You helped her down from a tree, then walked her home. I’m sorry for how I reacted. I was scared.”
“It’s fine. I understand,” I said.
“Thank you for bringing her back. How can I repay you? Do you need money?”
I hesitated. “No, I don’t need money… but do you have a job opening?”
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Simon studied me. “Well, there’s a vacant nanny position now. Zoe seems to like you.”
“Really? I’d be grateful.”
“Come inside. Let’s discuss it,” Simon said.
And that’s how I became Zoe’s nanny. She was a wonderful child—bright, curious, and full of energy.
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Every day, she greeted me with a smile and a new story to tell. We played, read books, and made up silly songs.
She asked endless questions about the world, and I answered as best as I could.
When I looked at her, I saw a younger version of myself—hopeful, eager, but a little lost. At times, it felt like she was the daughter I never had.
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Simon and I rarely spoke. In the mornings, he would nod before leaving for work.
In the evenings, he would check on Zoe and retreat to his office. Even so, I could see how much he loved her.
His face softened when she hugged him. His voice was gentle when he tucked her in at night.
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Marta, however, made her disapproval clear. She barely spoke to me, but her cold stares said enough—she believed I had taken Mila’s job.
One evening, Simon texted, asking me to stay late. After tucking Zoe into bed, I went downstairs and found him in the kitchen, his shoulders slumped.
His tie was loosened, his hair slightly messy. His hands gripped a coffee mug.
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“Zoe’s asleep,” I said, stepping into the kitchen.
Simon looked up, his eyes tired. It seemed like he had forgotten I was still there. “Thanks,” he muttered. “Sorry you had to stay late. I’ll pay you extra.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “I love spending time with her. If I didn’t need a job, I’d do it for free.”
Simon gave a small smile. “She likes you too. She asked me if you could be her mom.”
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I blinked. “Oh… that’s surprising.” I studied him for a moment. “Can I ask what happened to her mother?”
Simon’s face darkened. “She passed away during childbirth.” His voice was quiet. “Zoe is all I have left.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said. I didn’t know what else to say.
Simon nodded, looking down at his coffee mug. Then, after a pause, he looked back at me. “I like you too,” he said.
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I froze. “Oh… I—”
“As a person,” he clarified. “You bring light into this house.”
I exhaled. “Thank you. That means a lot.”
We talked for a while. Mostly about Zoe, her favorite books, the silly jokes she told at dinner.
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But the next morning, that feeling was gone. When I arrived at work, Simon stood by the gate. His expression was cold.
My stomach tightened. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re fired,” he said.
I stared. “What? Why?”
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He folded his arms. “I know you stole the jewelry. If you needed money, you could have asked.”
“I didn’t take anything! I swear!” My voice shook.
“Claire, please. It wasn’t just jewelry—it was my wife’s.”
“I have never stolen anything in my life!” Tears burned my eyes.
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“Return it in two days, and I won’t press charges. If not, I’ll call the police.”
“But I didn’t take anything!” I cried.
Simon turned away, shutting the gate behind him.
I stood frozen, my chest tight, my hands trembling. Tears blurred my vision as I gasped for breath.
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My whole world had just crumbled. Simon thought I was a thief. He didn’t believe me. He had shut the gate without a second thought.
I wiped my face with the sleeve of my jacket and glanced up. Zoe stood at the window, her small hands pressed against the glass.
Her eyes were red and swollen, tears streaming down her cheeks. My heart ached.
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I forced a weak smile and waved. She lifted her hand slowly, then pressed her fingers to the glass. I turned and walked away, my legs heavy.
At home, I tore through my tiny apartment, checking drawers, cabinets, and bags. Nothing.
No hidden jewelry. No proof of my innocence. Exhausted, I curled up in my chair and cried myself to sleep.
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A sharp knock startled me awake. I rubbed my swollen eyes and shuffled to the door.
When I opened it, I froze. Zoe and Simon stood outside. He held a large bouquet of flowers.
Zoe nudged Simon’s side. “Say it,” she whispered, looking up at him expectantly.
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Simon let out a slow breath, his grip tightening on the bouquet. “I’m sorry for yesterday,” he said. His voice was quieter than I’d ever heard it. “I shouldn’t have accused you without proof.”
My throat tightened. “I swear, I didn’t take anything,” I said. My voice shook, but I held his gaze.
He nodded. “I know. Marta framed you,” he admitted. “Zoe didn’t believe it, so she searched Marta’s things and found the jewelry. Marta wanted you gone so Mila could have her job back.”
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I let out a breath. “I see. That must have been hard for you to deal with.”
Simon shook his head. “No, I should have listened to you. I should have trusted you.” He held out the bouquet. “I’m sorry for yelling. For everything.”
I hesitated, then took the flowers. “Thank you.”
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Zoe tugged on Simon’s sleeve. “Tell her she’s my nanny again,” she insisted.
Simon met my eyes. “If you still want the job,” he said.
“Of course, I do,” I said without hesitation.
Before I could react, Simon pulled me into a hug. Warmth spread through me. Then Zoe joined in, her small arms wrapping around both of us. I smiled, holding them close.
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