When 80-year-old Edith was unable to walk and confined to a wheelchair, her son, Henry, placed her in a nursing home. Years later, Henry realized his error when karma caught up with him. He decided to take Edith back in, but when he got to the nursing home, he didn’t find her there.
Henry Griffith was reared by his single mother Edith after his father died when he was just four years old. Henry came into Edith’s life late, and she loved him more than anything else, doing everything she could to make sure he didn’t miss out on anything.
Likewise, Henry was always there for Edith in any way he could, and he adored her as much as she adored him. But things began to fall apart between them when Henry met his “love,” Courtney Jackson, during his university days.
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In the first month of their dating, Courtney convinced Henry to move in with her, so they bought a little condo with their savings from part-time jobs. Then a few years down the line, when they got married, Courtney began to covertly encourage Henry to move in with Edith so they could save money to purchase a larger house later.
When she noticed Henry was a bit hesitant, Courtney persuaded him that it would also be in Edith’s best interest since they would be able to “care” for Edith better if they lived with her. Henry fell for that, and they moved in with Edith shortly after.
Three years later, when they welcomed a baby boy (who they named Liam), Courtney pushed all household chores onto Edith, claiming she was a new mother and didn’t have enough time for housework. She also used Edith as a babysitter when Henry wasn’t home and she went out with her friends.
Edith didn’t like how Courtney treated her, and she complained to Henry about it one day, but Courtney made everything about herself, and Edith had to apologize to her.
Years later, when Liam grew up, there was no need to babysit him, and therefore there was no need for Courtney to have Edith in the house.
As a result, she began inciting Henry against Edith, often exaggerating how Edith was handicapped and never helped her in household chores or how she smelled bad and couldn’t do anything on her own due to being confined in a wheelchair. She hinted that Edith was better off in a nursing home.
At first, Henry was opposed to the idea. He would never leave his mother in a facility such as a nursing home. Quarrels erupted between him and Courtney as a result, and while Edith was disappointed to learn she was the root of their dispute, she was relieved Henry adored her so much to let her go.
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But a year later, when Courtney became pregnant for the second time, she finally got her chance to kick Edith out of the house.
Courtney was heavily pregnant when it all happened, and she fell ill one day. It was her fault that she didn’t take care of herself, yet she blamed everything on Edith.
“Henry,” she said. “I know you love your mother, but the worst could have happened today. It’s good that the doctor gave me some medications. I’ll be well, but your mother…she is dangerous to our baby.”
“It was just an allergy, Courtney. You must have taken something by mistake.”
“No, Henry,” Courtney insisted. “I’m sure it was because your mom…well, she made lunch today, and after that, I fell sick.”
“What? Are you serious? But mom doesn’t cook these days! How did she…”
“That’s what I’m trying to say…she…Maybe she did it by mistake, but we need to send her to a nursing home before it’s too late, Henry. She’s becoming a threat. Today she made lunch, and I fell sick after eating it. The next time, her actions may harm our children. We need to think of this seriously!”
Henry couldn’t bring himself to send Edith to a nursing home, but when he considered the safety of his children, his parental instincts took over. He made the decision to send his mother to a nursing home.
“Mom,” he told Edith over dinner that night. “I was thinking that because you’re in a wheelchair and I’m not always there to care for you, a nursing home would be much better for you. There’d be people to look after you there, and yes, I guess that would be great.”
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“A nursing home?” Edith whispered, teary-eyed. “But Henry, I’m fine here. I don’t need extra care. I can manage on my own.”
“No, mom,” Henry interrupted. “You don’t get it. I have to send you. We have no other choice. That’s the best for me, Courtney, and everyone else. Pack your bags by tomorrow morning. I’ll drop you off before I go to work.”
Edith was frozen stiff, unable to believe Henry was sending her to a nursing facility. She turned at Courtney, who was smiling brightly.
Edith knew she was the cause of Courtney and Henry’s squabbles, but she never anticipated Courtney would mislead Henry in such a way that she’d be kicked out one day. But at this point, even she was tired of proving her innocence every time, so she gave up and agreed to go to the nursing home.
“Can I ask you a favor before I leave, Henry?” she asked, trembling, staring at her hands on her lap.
“Yeah?”
“Will you visit me when I’m there? Not very often, but at least on weekends?”
“Sure, mom,” he said. “No doubts about that!”
“Well, then, thank you,” she muttered as she walked away to her room.
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Unfortunately, Henry never visited her. Months passed, and his second child arrived. He became preoccupied with parenting and forgot about his elderly mother until three years later when he decided to pay her a visit and discovered she was no longer living at the nursing home.
Henry’s life had taken a turn for the worst in these three years. He caught Courtney cheating on him with his best friend, and when he confronted her, she blatantly acknowledged it. And if that wasn’t enough, she’d transferred all of his assets to her name and evicted him from his house. But that wasn’t all.
Courtney incited Liam against Henry to the point where he hated him. Once, Liam told him he didn’t want him around him. At that point, Henry remembered Edith and how he’d kicked her out.
Having realized his dreadful mistake, Henry wanted to apologize to her and bring her back. However, when he arrived at the nursing home, he did not find her there. He inquired about her at the reception desk, and it was then that he discovered something shocking. “She left here two years ago,” the receptionist remarked after looking over Edith’s file.
“What? But where has she gone? I’m her only living relative,” Henry complained, desperate for answers.
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The receptionist sighed and placed a piece of paper on the table. “Go to this address,” she instructed. “She left after marrying our old janitor, David. Why wouldn’t she, after all? She frequently complained that her son didn’t care about her at all. David treated her as if she were a member of his family. They were madly in love. They deserved to be with each other.”
Henry couldn’t believe his ears. His mother was completely alone and depressed because of him! He wanted to make amends with her, so he went to the address on the note.
A few hours later, he came to a halt in front of a run-down cottage near a tiny farm. He sighed and knocked, and Edith answered. She was still in a wheelchair, but she looked way happier and healthier than before.
“Henry? Oh, my boy! How did you?….”
Henry felt so embarrassed that he couldn’t look her in the eyes. He bowed his head in shame.
“I’m sorry, mom,” he murmured, wiping away his tears. “I apologize for all I’ve done up to this point. I pushed you away to a nursing home, and now that I’ve lost my children to Courtney after she divorced me and kicked me out, I understand how you must have felt. I only get to see my children on occasion, mom, and I know how much it hurts. Please forgive me if possible.”
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“Jesus!” gasped Edith. “Henry, when did all of this happen?”
“It’s been three years, mom. But I don’t blame anyone. I – I deserve this!”
“No, Henry, you don’t!” she said, and Henry looked at her, stunned. “Two wrongs don’t make a right, Henry. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth is ridiculous! Wise people move on, as I did. I forgave you long ago. Come here…” She embraced him and patted him on the back. “What you did was bad, extremely wrong, but you realized it, and you want to correct your mistake. People who want to mend their ways should be forgiven. So stop blaming yourself.”
“You’re not angry at me?” he asked, sobbing. “Oh! Thank you, mom. I am so glad you’re happy with David. I found out at the nursing home. I am so happy for you!”
“Oh, I love you, Henry. I am so happy to have you back. David would love to meet you!”
Later that day, Henry met David, and he thanked him for looking after his mother all this time. He also bought a house close to David and Edith’s home so he wouldn’t be too far away from her ever again.
A month later, Henry surprised David and Edith with a destination wedding for them in Miami with his savings. The elderly couple got married in a beautiful ceremony. It was there that Henry met Clara, the woman who not only accepted him but also David and Edith, and they all moved in together like a happy family.
What can we learn from this story?
- A mother’s love has no bounds. Despite Henry’s harsh behavior, Edith forgave him.
- You can’t avoid karma. Henry kicked Edith out at one time and eventually lost his children, home, and everything.
- Never trust others’ opinions on someone. Henry would not have suffered so much if he had not trusted Courtney when she called Edith “dangerous” to his family.
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My Neighbor Vanished and Everyone Pretended Nothing Happened Until I Found Out What She Was Hiding — Story of the Day
I thought I’d found peace in my new neighborhood, but when my only friend vanished, and everyone pretended nothing happened, I knew this place had secrets—and I wasn’t sure I wanted to uncover them.
Moving to the quiet, gated neighborhood felt like walking into a dream—or so I thought. The streets were lined with pristine hedges, white picket fences, and houses that looked like they belonged in a lifestyle magazine.
“This is it,” I whispered, clutching the keys. “A fresh start.”
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Inside, the house was everything I’d hoped for—spacious, quiet, and untouched. Sunlight streamed through the windows, painting golden streaks on the hardwood floors. Yet, as I unpacked, an uneasy feeling crept over me, like I was being watched.
“Get a grip, Clara,” I muttered, shaking my head.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I peeked through the blinds. Across the street, a man stood at his window, staring. He didn’t look away, even when our eyes met. His gaze felt invasive, as though he could see through me.
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“Who does that?” I whispered, drawing the curtains.
The next day, I met Victoria. Her voice broke the silence as I fumbled with grocery bags.
“You must be new!” she said brightly, walking toward me.
“I am,” I replied, startled.
“Don’t worry,” she said, smiling. “I’m Victoria. Welcome to the neighborhood.”
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“Clara,” I said, shaking her hand.
“Let me guess,” she said with a smirk. “Collin’s been watching?”
I nodded, and she laughed softly.
“Don’t let him scare you. He’s odd, but harmless.”
Victoria became a lifeline, her warmth and charm a welcome distraction.
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But as our friendship grew, so did Collin’s attention. He wasn’t just watching from his window anymore. He lingered near my mailbox, paced the sidewalk, and stood on his porch as if waiting.
One evening, unable to bear being alone with him lurking outside, I called Victoria. “Want to come over for dinner?”
“Of course! I’ll bring wine.”
Her presence immediately put me at ease. Over dinner, I found the courage to open up.
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“So, why this neighborhood?” she asked, refilling our glasses.
“I’m leaving my husband. David. He’s a tyrant,” I admitted. “While the divorce is in process, I’m hiding here. People think he’s perfect, but no one would believe me.”
“Oh, honey…”
“No, I need to explain. This is him,” I said, showing her a photo.
Victoria’s fingers tightened on her glass. The warmth in her eyes vanished.
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“Are you okay?”
“He looks familiar, that’s all.”
The rest of the evening felt strained, though she tried to brush it off.
“Don’t worry, Clara,” she said. “Your secrets are safe with me.”
I wanted to believe her. For the first time in months, I felt lighter.
But the next morning, Victoria disappeared. Across the street, Collin stood on his porch, watching.
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***
No one spoke about Victoria, not even in passing. Her absence was like a ripple that vanished before it reached the shore. It was eerie, like she had been erased.
“Maybe that’s just how people are in small towns,” I muttered, watching Mrs. Peterson water her flowers, completely unbothered.
I wanted to ask her, mention Victoria’s name, and see if she reacted, but I stopped myself.
What if it makes me look nosy? Or worse, suspicious?
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The silence about her disappearance struck me as strange. You’d expect at least a comment from someone as lively and charming as Victoria. But there was nothing.
One evening, after pacing my living room for what felt like hours, I made a decision.
“I need answers,” I whispered, grabbing my coat.
The sun had just set as I approached Victoria’s house. Her curtains were drawn, and the porch light flickered faintly. Everything felt wrong. Too still, too empty. I hesitated at the door, then reached for the handle.
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“Just a quick look. In and out.”
The door creaked open easily, as though it hadn’t been locked. Inside, the faint scent of her perfume lingered.
The living room looked untouched. Books sat on the coffee table, and a teacup rested on the counter, its contents dried into a dark stain. It was like she’d vanished mid-day.
My eyes landed on a photo on the mantel: Victoria with a young boy, about eight, with a mischievous grin. Something about his face tugged at my memory.
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“Why does he look familiar?” I murmured, brushing the frame.
Before I could think further, the sound of the front door creaking open froze me in place. My heart pounded as footsteps echoed through the house.
Panicking, I darted into a narrow closet, pressing my hands over my mouth to stay silent.
Through the slats, I saw Victoria step into the room.
Why is she sneaking around her own house?
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The answer came when I saw who was with her.
David. My husband!
Seeing him with Victoria sent a wave of nausea through me.
“She’s living next door,” Victoria said. “You need to deal with this before she ruins everything.”
David nodded, his face dark and calculating, the same look I’d seen so many times behind closed doors.
My chest tightened. My husband and my friend, conspiring together. And the person they were plotting against… was me.
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***
I felt the walls of the closet closing in. My breaths came fast and shallow, each one sharper than the last. The darkness around me felt suffocating.
Panic clawed at my chest, threatening to unravel me completely. I gritted my teeth, trying to stay still, trying not to make a sound.
I can’t stay here.
My fingers trembled as I clutched the edge of the closet door, waiting for the right moment.
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Finally, their voices faded, replaced by the sound of their footsteps moving to another room.
“Now,” I whispered to myself, summoning every ounce of courage I had left.
I slipped out of the closet as quietly as I could. Each step toward the back door felt like it took an eternity. I gripped the doorknob, turned it slowly, and pushed the door open just enough to slip through.
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The cool night air hit me like a slap, but I didn’t have time to savor it. I took one step toward freedom…
And a hand clamped down on my arm.
“Gotcha,” a voice hissed.
My stomach dropped as I spun around.
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***
“Shh, quiet. Come with me,” a voice whispered urgently in the darkness.
Then I turned, startled, to see Collin—my strange, unsettling neighbor, standing just a few feet away.
“Collin?”
“Move,” he said quietly, gripping my arm. “Now.”
I hesitated, but there was something in his tone that left no room for argument. I followed him as he led me through a narrow, hidden gap in the fence into his yard.
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Once inside his house, Collin bolted the door and flipped the lock. His movements were brisk and deliberate. He handed me a glass of water.
“Sit,” he said, gesturing to a chair.
I sank into it, my legs barely able to hold me up. The glass trembled in my hands as I took a sip. My mind was spinning, trying to piece together what had just happened.
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“You need to stay here for now,” he said, peeping out his window. “Victoria and your husband are headed to your place.”
“Why… why would they…”
He raised a hand to stop me. “I’ll explain, but first, breathe. You look like you’re about to pass out.”
I took a shaky breath, but it didn’t help much. “Why are you helping me?”
“Because Victoria is my ex-wife,” he said flatly as if that explained everything.
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“What?!”
“She made my life hell for years,” Collin continued, his tone bitter but calm. “I stuck around for the sake of our son, but she turned him into… her.”
He paused, his eyes flickering with something close to regret. “Manipulative. Controlling. A little carbon copy of herself.”
I stared at him. “What are you saying?”
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He looked at me with pity. “That boy… is your David. Victoria is his mother.”
The room spun. I gripped the edge of the chair, feeling like the ground was falling out from under me.
“No. That can’t be true.”
He paused, his eyes narrowing as if remembering something.
“When I saw you start a friendship with Victoria, I got worried. My ex-wife doesn’t make friends just for the sake of it. She’s always playing some angle, and I knew there had to be more to it.”
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I blinked, trying to process his words. “So, you’ve been watching me?”
He nodded without a hint of apology. “Yeah. When Victoria gets involved with someone, the reason’s never good. I wasn’t sure what she wanted from you. When I saw you sneaking into her house, I knew something was off.”
“You saw me?”
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“Of course, I saw you,” he said, his tone sharp but not unkind. “I followed you. Then I heard them. David came because of his wife, because of you! But how did Victoria find the connection between you and David?”
“David’s photo… I showed it to Victoria. That’s why she disappeared!”
Collin frowned. “I see. That’s why I couldn’t let you go back to your house alone. Victoria is dangerous, Clara. She’s manipulative and ruthless. You’re a target for her.”
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I stared at him, my pulse pounding in my ears. His words made too much sense. Victoria had been so warm, so charming, but it was all a game to her. The weight of his words pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe.
“What can I do now? I escaped from David here. But thanks to Victoria, he could find me.” I finally whispered, tears stinging my eyes.
“Don’t worry. I’ve already called the police. They’ll be here soon. And trust me, David never hurt you again.”
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His humor, absurd as it was, somehow broke through my fear.
“You’re taking this awfully lightly,” I said, managing a weak smile as I wiped my face.
“Experience,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “When you’ve survived Victoria, you either find a sense of humor or go completely mad. I chose a little of both.”
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A laugh escaped me, startling in its loudness. It felt strange, laughing in the middle of chaos. But Collin’s strange blend of cynicism and kindness was exactly what I needed.
As the sound of sirens grew louder, Collin stood and gestured toward the door. “Time to face it, huh?”
I nodded, rising on shaky legs. “Yeah. Time to face it.”
I squared my shoulders, took a deep breath, and stepped outside. The flashing red and blue lights painted the night sky, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt ready to confront my past and leave it behind.
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