Leslie’s life consisted of meticulous housework and unappreciated dedication to her fiancé, Peter. When a mistaken delivery of a beautiful necklace leads to the breakup of her engagement, Leslie sets out to clear her name and find her true love.
Leslie, a middle-aged woman with a knack for organization, begins her day as usual with heavy housework. Her mornings are filled with the comforting routine she has perfected over the years.
She carefully irons shirts, smoothing out every wrinkle with precision. She hangs them in the correct order, ensuring the colors are sorted just right. She holds a list of tasks and recommendations she wrote for herself in her left hand.
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Since childhood, Leslie has loved making lists. They helped her with homework, cleaning the house, and even organizing parties for friends.
This innocent habit has turned into a constant life hack for her, making her daily routine more manageable and satisfying.
After ironing, it’s time for cleaning. Leslie glances at her list and starts dusting it. She turns mundane chores into a game, finding joy in completing tasks in order and making them more enjoyable with each checkmark on the list.
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She hums a little tune as she dusts, vacuums, and tidies up the living room, transforming her chores into a pleasant activity.
Finally, Leslie’s favorite part of the day arrives: cooking. She joyfully finds one of her lists with a lasagna recipe, Peter’s favorite dish. She loves cooking for Peter, even though he rarely shows appreciation.
She starts by preparing the ingredients, humming a familiar tune. The smell of tomatoes, garlic, and cheese fills the kitchen, making her smile.
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Everything is almost ready when she suddenly hears the doorbell. “So early?” Leslie thinks to herself, checking the clock, as Peter usually comes home later. Wiping her hands on a kitchen towel, Leslie runs to the door and, opening it, sees a courier.
“This is Apartment 4421, right?” the courier asks hurriedly.
“Yes, yes, that’s correct. Who is it from?” Leslie inquires, curious about the unexpected delivery.
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“It’s not specified, miss…” the courier replies, glancing at his clipboard.
“Still Miss, but that will change soon,” Leslie adds with a small smile.
“Great…” the courier responds without much enthusiasm, handing over the package. As soon as Leslie takes it, he waves and quickly heads back to his car.
“Have a good evening, miss,” he calls out as he leaves.
Returning inside, Leslie opens the package and is shocked by what she sees.
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It’s a necklace with multicolored gemstones. She had never seen anything like it. “Peter? Could it really be my Peter?” Leslie thinks to herself.
Who else could it be if not her future husband? But this was so unlike him. Even the ring he gave Leslie was made of simple, cheap metal with a small stone. He never gave anything like this, and even giving flowers was a special occasion for him.
Finally, Leslie smiles broadly, puts on the necklace, and admires it in the mirror.
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She feels a rush of excitement and joy, something she hasn’t felt in a long time. However, her joy is short-lived. Suddenly, she smells something burning. “Darn! The lasagna!”
She rushes to save dinner but it’s too late; the food is burnt. She stares at the charred lasagna, feeling a pang of disappointment, but then glances at the necklace around her neck, and her smile returns, if only slightly.
The doorbell rings again, and this time it’s definitely Peter. Leslie rushes to the door, her heart pounding a bit faster. As soon as the door opens, Peter, a tall, stern man in a suit, steps inside.
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His face, set in a permanent scowl, immediately conveys his intolerance for mistakes. He coldly walks past his wife, handing her his jacket without a word of greeting.
“I’m home…” he mutters, his tone devoid of warmth.
“Welcome, dear! How was your day?” Leslie asks, trying to sound cheerful.
Leslie carefully hangs the jacket and follows Peter into the living room. She notices the tension in his shoulders and the hard line of his mouth.
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“As usual…” Peter replies gruffly. He suddenly stops, sniffing the air. “Wait, what’s that smell?”
Leslie feels a pang of anxiety. “Sorry, dear, I got distracted and…”
“The food, you burned the food!” Peter interrupts, his voice rising with anger. “How many times! I work all day like a horse, and at home, I find charcoal instead of dinner!”
“I got distracted by a gift, sorry…” Leslie tries to explain, her voice trembling.
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Peter, in a rage, turns and sees the necklace on Leslie’s neck. His eyes narrow, and he points at it aggressively as he approaches her.
“Where did you get that!?”
Leslie takes a step back, feeling the intensity of his anger. “What do you mean where, didn’t you give it to me?” she stammers, confused.
“Liar! I knew you had someone else. How foolish I’ve been! How long has this been going on?” Peter’s face contorts with fury.
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“Dear, you misunderstood. It must be a mistake. I’ll return the necklace immediately,” Leslie pleads, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Return it to whom!? Your lover? I can’t believe I wanted to build a family with someone like you,” Peter snarls. He takes off his ring and throws it on the floor with a clatter.
“Pack your things! Be gone by morning!” he shouts. After these words, he slams the door to his room, and the house falls silent. The echo of the door slam seems to reverberate through Leslie’s entire being.
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Leslie stands there, stunned. Everything happened so quickly that she felt as though her world had just crumbled.
Tears begin to stream from her eyes as the reality of the situation sinks in. She doesn’t even know what to do next. Wiping her tears, she goes upstairs, feeling numb.
She quickly packs her suitcase, knowing that arguing with Peter is pointless, but he will do as he pleases. Maybe when he cools down, he’ll forgive her, she thinks, clinging to a sliver of hope.
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Leslie places her belongings in the suitcase methodically, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.
She looks around the room that once felt like home but now feels foreign and cold. Each item she packs holds memories of the life she thought she was building with Peter.
With a heavy heart, she zips up the suitcase and sits on the bed, feeling the weight of uncertainty pressing down on her.
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To prove her innocence, Leslie decided to find the sender of the necklace to explain everything and hopefully get Peter’s forgiveness.
She looked around the house for the gift receipt, and after some searching, she found it tucked inside the packaging.
The address on the receipt was unfamiliar to her, but she was determined to clear her name. With a deep breath, she grabbed her purse and set out for the address.
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Upon arriving at the house, Leslie was amazed to see a huge mansion. The driveway was long and lined with tall, elegant trees.
She parked her car and walked up to the grand front door, feeling a mix of nervousness and determination. Gathering her courage, she knocked on the door.
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A butler opened it, his expression neutral but polite. His eyes flicked to the necklace around her neck, and without hesitation, he said, “Come in, Mr. Rodri is expecting you.”
Leslie was taken aback by his words. How could Mr. Rodri be expecting her? She followed the butler through the grand foyer, which was decorated with beautiful paintings and chandeliers that sparkled in the light.
She felt a bit out of place in her simple clothes, but she reminded herself of why she was there.
The butler led her to a large, elegant office. The walls were lined with bookshelves filled with volumes of all sizes.
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Behind a large mahogany desk sat Mr. Rodri, a distinguished-looking man with salt-and-pepper hair and kind eyes.
“Good afternoon,” Mr. Rodri greeted her warmly. “Please, have a seat.”
Leslie sat down, feeling slightly more at ease. “Excuse me, there’s been a misunderstanding. I received your necklace, but it was obviously sent to me by mistake,” she said quickly, wanting to explain the situation as soon as possible.
Mr. Rodri listened calmly, his expression thoughtful. “I apologize; it was indeed a mistake. You and my sister have the same address in different cities, and due to carelessness, the necklace was sent to you instead of her.”
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Leslie extended her hand with the necklace and handed it to Mr. Rodri. “It’s very kind of you to travel so far to return such a valuable item. You could have sold it or just kept it,” Mr. Rodri responded in surprise.
“That would be wrong,” Leslie said, shaking her head. “And there’s one more important thing. Because of this misunderstanding, my wedding was called off. My future husband is very jealous and didn’t believe it was a mistake…”
Mr. Rodri looked even more surprised. “Is it worth marrying someone who doesn’t trust you?” he asked gently.
Leslie looked down, her eyes filling with tears. She had been asking herself the same question but hadn’t dared to confront it. “I don’t know,” she whispered.
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Mr. Rodri seemed to consider this. “It’s already late. Why don’t you stay for dinner? We can discuss this more, and in the morning, we will go to your husband together to explain everything.”
Leslie hesitated. She didn’t want to be a burden, but the thought of facing Peter alone was daunting. “That’s very kind of you, Mr. Rodri. Thank you,” she said softly.
Mr. Rodri smiled. “Please, call me John. And it’s no trouble at all. You’ve had a long day. Let’s take care of this together.”
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At dinner, Leslie feels as she has never felt before for the first time everything is for her. Mr. Rodri personally prepared everything, and Leslie only had to enjoy the food.
She didn’t even notice how she started talking to Mr. Rodri, laughing sincerely. For the first time in many years, she felt relaxed.
She wasn’t afraid to say or do something wrong; she felt safe around Mr. Rodri.
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They drank wine and laughed at each other’s jokes until Leslie suddenly stopped herself as if forbidding herself to be happy.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Rodri. My fiancé is waiting for me at home. Maybe I should go to bed.”
Leslie got up from the table and was almost gone, but Mr. Rodri gently grabbed her hand and stopped her.
“I have to confess, Miss Leslie, what I told you about my sister wasn’t entirely true.”
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“You see, I’ve long suffered from loneliness, finding it very hard to meet someone who values me for more than my money. I sent that necklace randomly, losing hope of ever finding love, but it ended up with you.
“I understand this is difficult for you, but I would like to spend more time with you if you’re willing.”
“I… I would like to, but…” Leslie’s eyes filled with tears, and she ran to her room. She couldn’t understand her feelings. She did everything for Peter, and she wanted to return to Peter so he would forgive her.
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But around Mr. Rodri, she felt genuine, drawn to him. “This is wrong,” she told herself, closing her eyes in bed.
In the morning, Leslie and Mr. Rodri set off to see Peter. The car was filled with tension, a heavy silence hanging in the air.
“Sorry about last night, it was the wine…” Mr. Rodri said, breaking the silence. Leslie gently placed her hand on his.
“It’s okay, you have nothing to apologize for,” she reassured him, giving a small, comforting smile.
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When they arrived at Peter’s house, the tension only grew. Leslie took a deep breath as they walked to the door.
Inside, Peter looked up, his expression a mix of anger and sorrow. Together, Mr. Rodri and Leslie explained everything.
Mr. Rodri apologized sincerely before stepping back outside to give them space.
Peter turned to Leslie, his eyes softening. “I’m sorry, Leslie. I regretted my words the moment I said them. I miss you so much.”
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He took out Leslie’s ring, which she had left behind, and got down on one knee. “Please, let’s start over. Put the ring back on.”
Leslie looked at the ring, then at Peter. She couldn’t extend her hand. Her eyes filled with tears as she turned towards Rodri’s car. She watched him, ready to drive away forever.
“Everything is as you wanted, Leslie. What’s wrong? Why are you hesitating?” she asked herself. The sound of Rodri’s car engine starting snapped her out of her thoughts. At that moment, Leslie realized she didn’t want to go back to her old life.
“Sorry, Peter. Goodbye,” she said softly and ran back to Rodri’s car. This time, she was sure she had made the right choice.
She felt a sense of relief and newfound hope as she reached for the car door, knowing she was heading toward a future where she could truly be happy.
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Boy Promises to Water Old Lady’s Plants after She Moves to Nursing Home, Finds Note Left in Soil – Story of the Day
When Daniel saw his older neighbor fighting with her son over her plants, he offered to help and volunteered to water her garden for her. Sometime later, he found a note buried in the soil that changed everything in the most surprising way.
“I can’t believe you would ask that of me! I can’t come here every day to water your plants! If you gave me the house, I would do it!” Daniel heard someone shouting and stopped his bike in front of a pretty little house with a lovely garden. He knew that an older woman, Mrs. Carrino, lived there, but he had never talked to her, and he had no idea who was yelling.
Suddenly, Daniel saw a man exiting the house, still yelling, and the older woman was following him behind. “Arnold, I asked you to come and help me, and all you’ve talked about is getting this house! Are you crazy? Do you want me to die so you can have my house?”
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Daniel’s eyebrows went up, and he thought he should leave, but he was rooted in place.
Suddenly, the sound of metal crashing against each other made him flinch. “What the –”
“You’re being a drama queen, mother. This house will go to me anyway. I can’t believe you’re giving me this attitude when I came to help you move!”
“Leave now if that’s how you’re going to act!” Mrs. Carrino stated, which made Arnold stomp to his car and drive off in a huff. They were so engrossed in their fight that they didn’t even notice Daniel standing there with his bike.
Finally, the older woman saw him. “Oh, boy. What are you doing here? Do I know you?” she asked.
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“I live two houses down the street. I’m Daniel, Caroline’s son,” he stated, pointing back to his house. “I’m sorry, but I was biking around and heard the yelling. I got worried. Are you alright, Mrs. Carrino?”
“Oh, I recognize you now, and it’s so nice that you know my name. Don’t worry about that. It was just my son being a brat,” she explained.
“Why?”
“Well… I’m moving to a nursing home, and I asked him to come and help me. But he only came here to ask if I could give him the house. He said he was going to move in here. But I know he’s just going to sell it because he doesn’t value investment like I do. I worked hard to earn this place, and as long as I’m alive, I’m not selling it,” Mrs. Carrino revealed. “But then he made a scene after I asked him to water my plants. And I believe you saw the rest of the fight.”
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“I can do that,” Daniel said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Do what?”
“Water your plants.”
“I can’t pay you, dear,” Mrs. Carrino said, her eyes apologetic.
“I know. But I live so close. It’s not a problem,” Daniel insisted, and the older woman smiled brightly at him.
A few days later, Mrs. Carrino moved to a nearby nursing home in Florida, and Daniel kept his promise. He visited her home almost every day to water her plants and was happy to do so. Soon enough, he started to love gardening and would visit Mrs. Carrino to ask about adding some new plants.
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“Of course! And make sure to watch out for the soil,” she said, winking at him, although Daniel had no idea why she was acting cheeky.
Daniel began buying and adding new plants to the garden, thinking it would be great to start a gardening company in the future so his family wouldn’t have to struggle so much. His mother worked two jobs on the weekdays and one on weekends to keep him and his siblings fed and to pay rent. But it was not enough.
He only had a bike because he had found an old one and had taken side gigs to repair it. But gardening gave him an escape from all those money worries, and he felt terrific after planting something new and seeing how it started to grow. He never expected what he would find in the garden one day.
He had gotten some azaleas, which he read thrived in the Florida weather, and had started digging with a tiny shovel on a specific spot of the grass. Suddenly, the sound of metal crashing against each other made him flinch. “What the –”
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Dropping the shovel, he used his hands to unearth a mason jar with a metal top and found a note inside.
“Dear Daniel! Thank you for your help, this house is now yours! Go inside and find all the paperwork. You and your family can move in whenever you want!”
Daniel couldn’t believe his eyes, but he rushed inside, using the key Mrs. Carrino left him. On the kitchen counter, he saw the title to the house. Although he couldn’t understand what most of it said, he saw his name at the bottom.
Still in shock, he called Mrs. Carrino, who confirmed everything. “You’re going to need to sign it to complete the transfer. But I wanted you to find the note first!” Mrs. Carrino said.
His mother couldn’t believe it. They could move into the house and stop paying rent. There was no mortgage either, which would help his family immensely. They were so grateful for the older woman’s gift that his mother and other siblings started visiting her often, thinking of her as a grandmother.
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But during their move, Daniel discovered something even more curious. In Mrs. Carrino’s old room, there was another note. It was the same as the one he had found, but instead, it said “Arnold.” The older woman was actually planning to give her son the house if he helped her with her plants. But she changed her mind, and Daniel received a huge present just for being kind.
It was a lesson he would never forget.
What can we learn from this story?
- Aspire to be someone like Daniel, not Arnold. Arnold pretended to want to help his mother, but he only wanted her house. Meanwhile, Daniel did it out of the goodness of his heart.
- You should never feel entitled to an inheritance. While most parents like giving their children the results of their hard work, children should never feel entitled to it. Arnold assumed he was getting his mother’s house but he was wrong.
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