Girl Doesn’t Invite Poor Granny to Fancy Wedding, Opens Her Old Rusty Gift Only after Her Death — Story of the Day

Jessica never appreciated her grandmother Donna and she would often mock her. In fact, when she got married, she didn’t even invite the poor woman. But the young lady regretted her decision when she opened her grandma’s wedding gift.

Jessica was born and raised in New York with business-oriented parents. Since she was a single child, she’d always been the center of attraction in her family, and her parents and grandmother had never let any of her requests go unanswered.

However, Jessica never appreciated their efforts and took them for granted. In fact, when she visited Donna’s house in Texas during her summer vacations, she was constantly annoyed with her, and when Donna’s health began to fail her, and she moved to New York, things only got worse.

Donna gifted an old chest to Jessica as a wedding present | Photo: Shutterstock

Donna gifted an old chest to Jessica as a wedding present | Photo: Shutterstock

One day, Donna decided to accompany Jessica to school because her parents had to leave urgently for work. Donna held Jessica’s hand at the crossing before the school because she was afraid to cross the road, but instead of standing by her grandmother, Jessica lashed out at her.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she snapped. “My friends will mock me if they see me coming to school with a poor old lady like you, so cross the road by yourself.”

Donna’s eyes welled up with tears. She swallowed her tears and struggled to cross the street that day, but Jessica wasn’t done mocking her.

Upon reaching the school, she didn’t even let Donna enter the campus. “You don’t have to come in, Grandma,” Jessica remarked. “You’ve already bothered me enough for the day, so go back home and ask mom to pick me up.”

The frail 80-year-old woman somehow hid her tears at her granddaughter’s remarks and strolled back home, hoping that things would change over time, but unfortunately, that did not happen.

Donna was hurt by Jessica's words | Photo: Pexels

Donna was hurt by Jessica’s words | Photo: Pexels

When Jessica turned 25, she announced her engagement to Edward. He was the son of her father’s business partner and was quite wealthy.

The families had planned for the wedding to take place a month after the engagement at the best wedding venue in New York. So when Jessica was putting together the guest list, she made sure Donna wasn’t on it.

“I have added everyone except Grandma because she won’t be coming,” Jessica said while they were discussing the wedding guests. “And I don’t want to talk about it any further.”

“But, honey,” her father explained, “she’s your grandmother. We can’t just abandon her like that!”

“He’s right, Jess,” her mother continued. “You can’t be so rude to her.”

“See guys, it’s MY wedding. Edward and I have waited for this moment for so long, and I don’t want to ruin it. Grandma is not up to our standard; let’s accept that, okay. So, SHE’S NOT COMING. Anyway, she’s living off us, so I don’t know how you guys will talk it out with her but make this clear to her,” Jessica said and walked away.

When everyone sat down for breakfast the following day, Jessica’s parents were still debating how to tell Donna about the conversation they had with their daughter the night before.

Donna was not invited to Jessica's wedding | Photo: Pexels

Donna was not invited to Jessica’s wedding | Photo: Pexels

But Donna had overhead everything, so before anyone else said anything, she spoke up. “I’m sorry, everyone,” she began. “I know Jessica’s wedding is next month, but I don’t think I’ll be able to attend.”

“That’s sad, Grandma,” Jessica responded, trying to hide her delight at her grandmother’s words. “But it’s okay, I understand.”

“I’m sure you do, honey,” Donna remarked. “I wish you two a happy married life!” Then the poor woman got up and left.

Jessica’s wedding took place a month later, and everything went exactly as she had planned. The wedding hall was beautiful, and most importantly, Donna wasn’t there. Jessica was thrilled, to say the least. But the next day, when she answered the door, she saw Donna standing there with an old chest in her hand.

“What on earth are you doing here?” Jessica exploded. “I told my in-laws you weren’t feeling well, that’s why you didn’t show up to the wedding. Do you want to expose me as a liar in front of them? Is this some sort of retaliation?”

“No, honey,” Donna clarified. “I just came to say hello and to give you your wedding gift. I could have parceled it to you, but I wanted to give it to you personally.”

Donna showed up at Jessica's doorstep the next day | Photo: Pexels

Donna showed up at Jessica’s doorstep the next day | Photo: Pexels

“There was no need for that, and I don’t need anything from you, so just go!” Jessica chastised. But then Edward came in and interrupted them. “What a delightful surprise, Mrs. Matthews! I heard you were ill. Are you feeling any better now?”

“Of course I am!” Donna cracked a grin. “I just came to say hello to you two. I’m sorry I couldn’t attend the wedding.”

“Oh, it’s fine!” Edward explained. “Please come in.”

Edward escorted Donna inside, served her tea, and later drove her home. Jessica spoke politely to Donna in front of everyone and accepted her gift, but when she left, she threw it in the corner of her room and forgot about it.

In fact, she never contacted Donna after that day, and a few weeks later, she left with Edward for their honeymoon in Las Vegas. When she returned, though, she learned Donna had passed away. But Jessica was hardly concerned and was instead preoccupied with deciding which brand to wear to the funeral.

Finally, after two hours of perusing her outfits, she decided on a Gucci dress. She went on to look for matching earrings when her attention was drawn to the chest Donna had given her.

Donna had left a letter for Jessica | Photo: Pexels

Donna had left a letter for Jessica | Photo: Pexels

Oh, poor thing! Jessica said as she glanced at the rusty box. She could never match our standards. Did she really think I’d accept this disgusting chest as a gift?

However, when she opened it, her expression changed. The chest included an expensive diamond pendant, a photo album, and a note addressed to her on the top. Jessica unfolded the letter and began to read it.

“I’m sorry I could never provide you with the things you loved, Jessica,” it began. “But trust me, I love you a lot. I wanted to be the best grandmother to you, but fate had other plans for us.

“Anyway, I wish you a happy married life, honey. Edward is a wonderful man. Please accept this small gift from Grandma as a wedding present. And don’t be mad at me because I didn’t ask your parents for money. I used my savings and decided to give you something you’d like. I hope you won’t be ashamed of me this time. Love, Grandma Donna.”

Jessica’s eyes welled up as she finished reading the letter. She cautiously opened the pendant, and when she looked closer, she noticed a childhood photo of her with her grandma cuddling. They looked sweet and happy. The woman also looked through all her childhood pics in the big old photo album.

Jessica found a pendant inside the chest | Photo: Pexels

Jessica found a pendant inside the chest | Photo: Pexels

Jessica couldn’t fight back the tears at this point. “I’m so sorry, grandma. I always hated you, but all you did was love me. I’m sorry!” She burst out crying.

Later that day, when everyone left after the funeral, she sat beside her grandmother’s grave, clutching the old scarf that she always wore.

“I’m sorry, grandma,” she sobbed, holding her gift. “That I was never a granddaughter to you. I hope you’re happy wherever you are. I know nothing I do now will change anything, but I just want you to know how much I adore you!”

What can we learn from this story?

  • Act before it’s too late. Jessica realized her grandmother’s love for her, but it was too late by then.
  • Learn to be kind and respectful. Unlike Jessica, who did nothing but disrespect her grandmother all her life.

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My Ex-Husband Asked Me to Be a Surrogate for Him and His New Wife – It Ended Not as He Expected

In a twist that blurs the lines between love, duty, and destiny, Julia discovers her capacity for unexpected love when she agrees to be a surrogate for her ex-husband and his new wife, only to find herself entangled in a deep emotional bond that challenges everything she thought she knew about her heart.

Life has a way of throwing curves when you least expect it. Hi, I’m Julia, and I want to share a bit of my story. It starts off like many—Tom and I met back in high school. We were that sweet couple everyone kind of expected to end up together.

Julia and Tom on their prom night | Source: Midjourney

Julia and Tom on their prom night | Source: Midjourney

We sailed through college side by side, and by graduation, we were engaged. Two years later, after getting our master’s degrees, we tied the knot. Those early years were filled with joy, laughter, and dreams of the future we were building together.

Tom and Julia getting married | Source: Midjourney

Tom and Julia getting married | Source: Midjourney

But things started changing after our second son was born. Tom began pulling away, and the warmth we had for each other cooled off gradually. One evening, he just dropped the bombshell.

“Julia, I want a divorce,” he said, as simply as if he was discussing the weather. That night, he packed a suitcase, kissed me on the forehead, and left, leaving behind a stunned me to figure out how to explain to our kids where Daddy had gone the next morning.

Tom asked for divorce out of nowhere | Source: Midjourney

Tom asked for divorce out of nowhere | Source: Midjourney

Adapting to life as a single mom wasn’t easy. I strove to keep things as normal as possible for our boys, trying to shield them from the pain and confusion I felt. Every day was a challenge, filled with little reminders of the life we once shared.

Julia tries to cope with the divorce | Source: Midjourney

Julia tries to cope with the divorce | Source: Midjourney

The empty chair at dinner, the quiet after the kids went to bed, the decisions I now had to make alone. To cope, I started kickboxing, which became my outlet for the frustration and helplessness that often bubbled up.

I also began therapy, which helped me navigate the emotional whirlpool I found myself in. The lessons I learned about resilience and self-worth were hard-won but invaluable.

Julia starts kickboxing | Source: Midjourney

Julia starts kickboxing | Source: Midjourney

Meanwhile, Tom moved on. He started a new life and even had a new partner, Margaret. From what I heard, they seemed happy, and though it stung a bit to know he had moved on so completely, I focused on rebuilding my life and being the best mother I could be.

Tom holds out his hand to his new girlfriend | Source: Midjourney

Tom holds out his hand to his new girlfriend | Source: Midjourney

Life, as I’ve learned, never quite follows the script you write in your head. Just when I thought my relationship with Tom was permanently confined to co-parenting and occasional awkward exchanges during kid hand-offs, he called me one evening.

The conversation started typically enough, with updates about our sons and the mundane details of life. But then, Tom’s tone changed, and what he asked next was something I never saw coming.

Tom calls Julia | Source: Midjourney

Tom calls Julia | Source: Midjourney

“Julia, I have a big favor to ask you,” he began, his voice hesitant. “Margaret and I have been trying to start a family, but we’ve run into some challenges. We were wondering… would you consider being a surrogate for us?” The request was so unexpected that at first, I thought I might have misheard him. Surrogacy? For my ex-husband and his new wife?

Shocked Julia | Source: Midhourney

Shocked Julia | Source: Midhourney

The shock of the question had me reeling, but I managed to stammer out that I needed some time to think. Tom understood and suggested I come over the next day to talk more about it with both him and Margaret.

That night, I tossed and turned, grappling with the implications of his request. The thought of carrying another child was daunting, not to mention doing so for Tom and his wife. Yet, there was something about the possibility of helping them that tugged at my heartstrings.

Sleepless Julia | Source: Midjourney

Sleepless Julia | Source: Midjourney

The next day, I drove to Tom’s house, my mind a whirlwind of pros and cons. When I arrived, Margaret answered the door. She was striking, with big green eyes and deep copper hair, a stark contrast to my more subdued appearance. Despite the bizarre nature of our meeting, she greeted me with a warm, genuine smile that surprisingly eased my tension.

Margaret | Source: Midjourney

Margaret | Source: Midjourney

“We’re so grateful you’re considering this,” she said as we sat down. Margaret shared their struggles and her hopes for the future. As she spoke, I couldn’t help but feel a connection to her—her vulnerability, her strength.

It was disarming, and confusingly, I felt something stir inside me when I looked at her, a feeling I briskly pushed aside, reminding myself that I had never been attracted to a woman before.

Julia shocked to see Margaret | Source: Midjourney

Julia shocked to see Margaret | Source: Midjourney

As we talked, the dynamics between us shifted gradually. They were both fully open about what the process would entail and committed to supporting me every step of the way. Seeing their unity and hearing their story, I felt a surge of unexpected solidarity. Perhaps, I thought, this could be a way to heal old wounds and build something new.

Julia connects to Margaret | Source: Midjourney

Julia connects to Margaret | Source: Midjourney

After hours of discussion, I finally agreed. “I’ll do it,” I said, my voice stronger than I felt. Margaret’s face lit up with a mix of relief and joy, and even Tom seemed deeply moved. They assured me of their support and respect through whatever was to come.

Happy Tom and Margaret | Source: Midjourney

Happy Tom and Margaret | Source: Midjourney

Driving home, I felt a complex mix of emotions—apprehension, curiosity, and a nascent sense of camaraderie with Margaret. Had anyone told me a year ago that I would agree to such a proposal, I would have laughed.

But here I was, embarking on a journey that was as unexpected as it was profound. The road ahead was uncertain, but something inside me knew this was the right path, not just for them, but perhaps for me as well.

Julia drives home | Source: Midjourney

Julia drives home | Source: Midjourney

The journey through surrogacy was more than just a physical experience; it became a voyage of emotional growth and deepening connections. Being pregnant again was daunting, yet the experience was uniquely different this time around, mainly due to the unexpected yet profound friendship that developed between Margaret and me.

Julia and Margaret reading a book | Source: Midjourney

Julia and Margaret reading a book | Source: Midjourney

Margaret was more than just supportive; she became a close friend. We started spending a lot of time together, sharing not just the details of the pregnancy but also parts of our lives. She introduced me to her book club, a group of vibrant women who gathered monthly to discuss literature over wine and snacks.

Margaret's book club | Source: Midjourney

Margaret’s book club | Source: Midjourney

Meanwhile, I brought her to my kickboxing classes, where she quickly picked up the moves, her energy and enthusiasm matching mine. These activities weren’t just pastimes; they were the threads that wove our lives closer together.

As my belly grew, so did our bond. Margaret was there for every doctor’s appointment, her hand often squeezing mine during the scans, her eyes wide with wonder each time she heard the baby’s heartbeat.

Margaret learns kickboxing | Source: Midjourney

Margaret learns kickboxing | Source: Midjourney

We shared many moments that bordered on intimacy, like when she’d rest her head against my shoulder during movie nights, or when our hands would linger together a little too long, brushing away tears during a particularly moving book club discussion.

These moments were new and filled with a confusing blend of emotions. They were gentle but charged, leaving both of us occasionally blushing and hurriedly shifting the conversation.

Julia and Margaret share an intimate moment | Source: Midjourney

Julia and Margaret share an intimate moment | Source: Midjourney

As the due date approached, the reality of what we were about to experience hit us. Labor began in the early hours of a chilly morning, and it was Margaret who drove me to the hospital, her presence a calming force amidst the intensity of contractions.

She was right there, holding my hand, coaching me through the breathing exercises we had laughed about needing to remember during our prenatal classes.

Two women squeezing their hands | Source: Midjourney

Two women squeezing their hands | Source: Midjourney

The birth was intense and emotional. When the nurse handed the newborn to Margaret, her immediate joy was palpable. She held the baby with such tenderness and love, a sight that I will never forget.

But it was the moment she turned to me with tears streaming down her face, the baby in her arms, and whispered, “Thank you, Julia, for everything,” that I felt a profound shift in our relationship. It was a moment of pure connection, overshadowed only by the sudden change in Tom’s demeanor.

Margaret hold her baby for the first time | Source: Midjourney

Margaret hold her baby for the first time | Source: Midjourney

Tom’s voice broke through the emotional high, his tone sharp as he asked Margaret to step outside. The air shifted, and the warmth we’d nurtured over the months suddenly cooled by his unexpected anger.

Margaret glanced at me, confusion and hurt in her eyes before she followed him out. After that, she disappeared for days, not responding to my texts or calls, leaving me worried and bewildered.

Furious Tom | Source: Midjourney

Furious Tom | Source: Midjourney

The silence from her side was painful. I was left alone with my thoughts, my emotions a tangled mess of joy for the life I’d helped bring into the world and sorrow for the rift it seemed to have caused.

The complexity of our relationship, the boundaries we had perhaps unknowingly blurred, now lay bare, challenging the foundation of what we had built. As I lay in the hospital bed, recovering and reflecting, I realized that the journey we had embarked on together was far from over, and its destination was still unknown.

Sad Julia in hospital bed | Source: Midjourney

Sad Julia in hospital bed | Source: Midjourney

Months had passed since the birth and the sudden, painful void left by Margaret’s absence. Each day I felt the echo of our laughter in the empty spaces of my home, the silence amplifying the loss.

The more time that passed, the more I came to realize that the ache in my heart wasn’t just from a friendship paused—it was the realization that I had fallen in love with her.

Julia mourns her relationship | Source: Midjourney

Julia mourns her relationship | Source: Midjourney

It was a chilly evening, rain tapping softly against the windows, a perfect mirror to my mood, when there was a knock at the door. Peering through the peephole, my breath caught in my throat. Margaret stood there, soaked to the skin, her eyes earnest and desperate. I swung the door open, unable to speak.

Margaret came to see Julia | Source: Midjourney

Margaret came to see Julia | Source: Midjourney

“Julia, I need to talk to you,” she said, her voice trembling. We sat down on the couch, and she took a deep breath. “These past months have been agony. I’ve missed you more than I thought possible,” she confessed, her gaze locked with mine. “And I’ve realized that I… I love you, Julia. Not just as a friend, but something much deeper, something I can’t ignore anymore.”

Julia and Margaret finally together | Source: Midjourney

Julia and Margaret finally together | Source: Midjourney

Hearing her words, something inside me broke free. The walls I had built to guard my heart crumbled. I reached for her hand, tears mirroring hers. “I love you too, Margaret,” I whispered. It was a confession, a release, and a beginning all at once.

Divorce papers served | Source: Midjourney

Divorce papers served | Source: Midjourney

In the weeks that followed, Margaret ended her marriage with Tom. It was a decision fraught with its own set of challenges and pain, but one she needed to make for her happiness and integrity.

We took things slowly, allowing the reality of our new life together to settle. Our relationship blossomed not just from the seeds of friendship but from shared adversity and profound understanding.

Margaret and the children | Source: Midjourney

Margaret and the children | Source: Midjourney

Looking back on the unexpected journey from being asked to be a surrogate to finding true love with Margaret, I am reminded of life’s unpredictable nature and the surprising paths our hearts can lead us down.

Margaret and Julia spend time together | Source: Midjourney

Margaret and Julia spend time together | Source: Midjourney

Love found me in the most unexpected form, through a connection forged in support and deep emotional bonds. Margaret and I have embarked on this new chapter together, cherishing the serendipity of our story, the resilience of our spirits, and the promise of a future crafted by courage and love.

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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