Eldery Lady Forbids Anyone to Touch Old Trinket Box until Day She Dies — Story of the Day

Catherine Davis never let anyone have access to her old trinket box. But when her neighbor Lucy opened it after her death, she was taken aback by what was inside.

Catherine Davis was 90 years old, lonely, and had spent almost her entire life in poverty. Her only helping hands in old age had been her neighbor Lucy, who helped her around the house and looked after her, and Lucy’s children, who often referred to her as Grandma and spent time with her.

One day, when Lucy was cleaning Catherine’s room, she noticed a beautiful trinket box on a shelf. The woman brought it down and began inspecting it out of curiosity, but Catherine saw her. “Lucy!” she yelled, screaming at the top of her lungs. “Since when did you start touching my things without permission?”

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“There’s nothing like that, ma’am,” Lucy explained. “The box was covered in dust, so I just decided to clean it. By the way, where did you get this from? It’s quite pretty.”

Catherine stepped forward and snatched the box from her grasp. “That is none of your concern, young lady. Anyway, I believe you have completed your cleaning for the day. You should leave right now.”

“But I was just…” Before Lucy could say anything, Catherine cut her off. “Please leave now!”

What does that box even hold? I’ve never seen her get so possessive over anything, Lucy pondered, looking into Catherine’s eyes, which appeared more worried and sad than upset.

“Do I need to repeat myself? Please leave!” Catherine screamed again.

“Oh no, I’m sorry for troubling you,” Lucy said as she hurriedly packed all her belongings and left.

That night at home, whenever Lucy tried to sleep, her thoughts kept returning to the old box. It appeared old but it had a lovely silver shine and an intricate pattern engraved on it. Was it given to Catherine by someone she cared about deeply? But if that’s the case, why would she keep it hidden? She’s told me everything about her life, hasn’t she? she wondered.

The following day, when Lucy visited Catherine, she decided to apologize to her. The woman reasoned that it had to be something personal to Catherine and that she shouldn’t have touched it without her permission. But Catherine didn’t open the door.

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“Are you there, ma’am?” Lucy called out. “It’s me, Lucy.” No replies came. Worried, Lucy dashed to the backyard to see if Catherine was there, but it was deserted as if no one had ever lived there.

Although Catherine never left her home without informing Lucy, she thought maybe after what happened the day before, Catherine was upset with her and went out alone. But when she called Catherine’s phone, the ringing was coming from inside the house. At this point, Lucy was worried, so she called the cops.

As soon as they arrived, they broke down the door, and there was Catherine, unconscious. The cops summoned an ambulance, and she was taken to the hospital.

When Lucy paid a visit to Catherine in the hospital, the elderly lady couldn’t stop thanking her. “Thank you so much, Lucy! I wouldn’t be alive today if you didn’t arrive on time. Sorry for being rude yesterday.”

“Oh, no, that’s fine,” Lucy replied. “You should rest right now. We can talk about all of that later. You look quite weak.”

“Ah, honey, I don’t think I will make it out of here this time,” the old lady moaned. “In case something happens to me, I want you to have everything I own, including the old vintage trinket box. However, please open it after my death. I’m embarrassed by what I’ve done. The key can be found in the table cabinet. Consider it my final wish.”

“You shouldn’t say such stuff! You’re not going anywhere, understand?” Lucy started crying. But the next day, the old lady’s words proved true, and she left for her heavenly abode.

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Lucy organized her funeral, and after everyone had gone, the first thing she remembered was the box Catherine had left her. She dashed over to the shelf, grabbed it, and slid onto the bed. When she finally opened it, she was taken aback by what she found inside.

There was a vintage flute, silvery in color and as lovely as the box that housed it. Then there was an old dairy with a photograph of a young couple in it. After a closer look, she recognized the young woman was Catherine Davis. She had been quite happy and pretty in those days, unlike her old age when her face was riddled with dark circles and sunken cheeks.

But who is this young man? Was Catherine married? The woman wondered and began reading the diary. That’s when she realized why the old lady never let anyone touch it.

It turns out Catherine had fallen in love with a poor talented musician and wanted to marry him sooner, but the man insisted on marrying only after establishing himself because he wanted a comfortable life for his future family. Meanwhile, Catherine’s parents arranged for her to marry a wealthy man.

She was initially hesitant to accept the arranged marriage. But then, she saw the opportunity as retaliation for her lover’s refusal to marry her and agreed to the wedding despite the young musician’s pleadings.

However, when she received the silver flute as a wedding gift from her love, along with a note about how much he missed her, she fled and returned to him. But then another tragedy struck her, and she learned he’d died in a car accident.

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Catherine was heartbroken, and when she returned home, her parents refused to accept her. So she spent some time with her grandparents, and when they died, she worked part-time jobs until her old age, when she had to rely on her savings to survive.

As Lucy turned the last page of the diary, she found a note addressed to her. “Thank you for looking after me, Lucy,” it said. “And please accept my apologies if I was impolite. All the while, I kept a diary of my entire life because I couldn’t get over my first love, and whenever I read about him, I’m happy that, even though I was late, I chose him over someone else.

“But you know, this diary is quite full of tragic memories, and I didn’t want to mention you here because, unlike what I faced in the past, I have been happy since I met you. So I decided to write down my thoughts in this note today. Thank you for loving and caring for me. I’m glad I met you. With love, Catherine Davis.”

Lucy’s eyes welled up as she finished reading the diary. The older woman’s flute was worth thousands of dollars, but she preferred to remain impoverished rather than sell it for a better life because it was a reminder of her ex-lover.

Catherine, I will not let your sacrifice go to waste! Lucy vowed to herself. And the next day, the woman decided to donate the flute to the museum of arts, which now houses the flute and a stone engraved with Catherine’s love story.

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What can we learn from this story?

  • Life is entirely unexpected. Catherine’s tragic love story is a brilliant example of this.
  • Learn to be kind and helpful, the way Lucy helped Catherine.

If you enjoyed this story, you might like this one about a little boy who pays for a starving old lady’s groceries and asks her to make a wish.

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My Husband Always Left the House When His Phone Rang & Returned with Smelly Clothes

When James, my husband, started leaving the house in a rush, I was sure something sinister was happening. He did this several times without a clear explanation. His strange behavior had me thinking he might be ch_eating, as he refused to tell me the real truth. When I finally found out the truth of what he was doing, I was shaken to my core!

For ten years of our marriage, I thought I knew everything about him. But MAN, was I mistaken! What I believed I knew about him was that he was driven and successful. He always seemed so tough, almost impenetrable

For all the time James and I had been together, I’d never seen him cry! But I never doubted his love for me; I could simply feel it in his actions, even if he didn’t say it often. That was until the last few months when things started to change.

My husband began acting differently. He was rarely home, spent no time with the children, and every time his phone rang, he would immediately leave.

When I confronted him about the calls and the rushed departures, he made a claim I couldn’t fathom. “It’s urgent office work, my love.” I didn’t believe him at all, mainly due to the next thing I am about to share.

What had me doubting him was the oddest part of all this. My husband would come back home and IMMEDIATELY throw his clothes in the washing machine! His clothes were washed even if he’d only worn them that day for roughly an hour!

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After that, James would take a shower, no matter how briefly he’d been gone. It was perplexing and, frankly, worrisome! No matter how I tried to get him to tell me the truth about what he was actually doing, James would stick to the work excuse.

I once snuck to the washing machine during his shower time. Doing my own investigations I pulled out his clothes to smell them for women’s perfume. Instead, I was hit with a stench I couldn’t explain! His clothes smelled PUTRID!

That evening, after my husband left in a hurry once again, I made a decision that I couldn’t take it anymore and was fed up. I needed to know what was going on! I grabbed my coat and tracked him down, following him to his destination.

My heart pounded as I trailed his car through the winding streets. He finally came to a halt when he parked in front of an old, run-down building on the edge of town.

I even wondered whether it was safe to go in or not and hesitated for a while before summoning the courage to enter. But what I witnessed inside left me SPEECHLESS!

I saw him with a bunch of people and they were doing something I couldn’t even comprehend as I stood there with my mouth open. James, my stoic, seemingly indifferent husband, was there in an APRON! MY man was serving food to a group of homeless people!

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He was smiling, chatting, and laughing, a side of him I had NEVER seen before! It was like watching a stranger, but one who looked so much like the man I married! As if sensing my presence, James looked up, and our eyes met.

He froze, his face a mask of fear and surprise. My husband then quickly made his way over to me, taking off his apron as he walked. “Lily, I can explain,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “Please do,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

“What is all this? Why didn’t you tell me?” James took a deep breath, leading me to a quieter corner. “This is my project, the one I live for.” I watched him, waiting for the revelation that was about to change everything I thought I knew about my husband.

“I was born in poverty,” he began. “Sometimes, my family had nothing to eat. My single mom couldn’t feed me and my brother, so she gave us up for adoption,” James said. “We were taken in by a wealthy family who gave us everything we needed.”

I was shocked that I’d never known this about him. “But there was a catch. My new dad was strict; he believed in toughness and never showing vulnerability,” my husband continued. “I had to bury my soft side deep inside just to survive in that house because my adopted father forbade me from showing it.”

“He’s the one who taught me to be tough and determined, hence my work ethic.” Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened. This was a side of James I never knew, a past he had never shared. “So, you started this to show your true self?” I asked, my voice breaking.

“Yes,” he said, his eyes reflecting a mixture of pain and relief. “When I became successful, I realized I needed to find a way to express my soft side somewhere. I wanted to give back somehow.”

“I wanted to help people who are in the same position I once was.”

“So, I started this shelter, this kitchen, as my way of giving back and being true to who I am. It’s a part of me I’ve hidden for so long.” He explained how he started feeding poor and homeless people and sheltering them too.

What he did hit me hard, the weight of his hidden life pressing down on me. I understood now why he had been so secretive, why he NEEDED this outlet. It wasn’t just about work; it was about redemption and compassion.

I took his hand in mine. “James, you should have told me. We could have done this together.” He squeezed my hand, a tear slipping down his cheek. At that moment, I fell deeper in love with him, realizing that he was human too.

I saw a side of him that made me see that he was a multifaceted being. “I was scared, Lily. Scared of what you might think, scared of appearing weak.”

“You’re not weak, my darling,” I said firmly. “Showing your soft side, helping these people, that’s the STRONGEST thing you can do!”

Since then, our relationship changed. I finally understood why he was secretive and washed his clothes after every trip. I joined James in his mission. I started volunteering at the shelter and bringing the children along too.

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They learned the value of kindness and humility, and at the same time saw their father in a new light! We grew closer than ever, united by his hidden passion and newfound openness. My husband showed me that true strength lies in being able to show your vulnerability.

I also learned through him that inner strength lay in giving WITHOUT expecting anything in return. The act of giving was a gift of its own. Our family became stronger, bound by love. We were united by his formerly hidden compassion, newfound openness, and a shared commitment to helping others.

Luckily for Lily, her husband wasn’t doing anything wrong on his random trips.

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