I Was Told to Stay Away from the Old Lady on the Third Floor Until I Discovered She Knew a Secret About My Past — Story of the Day

When I took a nanny job at the Harrison estate, I thought it was my chance to start over. But the forbidden third floor and whispers about my mother’s past made me question everything I thought I knew.

When my mother passed away, my world fell apart. She wasn’t just my mom; she was my anchor. Without her, I was adrift in a storm of grief and bills that piled up faster than I could handle.

I spent countless nights scrolling through job postings. “Experience required.” “Degree preferred.” Each rejection chipped away at my hope.

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“Come on, Sarah,” I whispered to myself.

Then, one day, a thick envelope arrived.

The Harrisons?

I’d never heard of them, but the letter inside offered a job as a nanny for their eight-year-old son, Lucas. It felt like a miracle.

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***

When I arrived at the Harrison estate, its grandeur was overwhelming—perfect gardens, towering doors, everything so pristine it felt unreal.

“You must be Sarah,” a sharp voice broke my thoughts.

I turned to see a stunning woman descending the steps.

“I’m Veronica,” she said curtly. “Come in.”

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The house’s gleaming marble floors and sparkling chandeliers gave it the feel of a museum rather than a home.

“This way,” Veronica said briskly.

Lucas, my charge, stood by the staircase, clutching a book.

“Hi,” he mumbled, barely glancing up when prompted.

“Lucas isn’t much for talking,” Veronica said, brushing him off.

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She continued outlining the rules.

“And one more thing,” she said, stopping abruptly. “The third floor is off-limits. That’s where the grandmother lives. She values her privacy.”

I nodded, but her tone made me uneasy.

At dinner, I met Richard, Lucas’s father, a kind-eyed man who looked older than his years.

“Lucas has mentioned you,” he said warmly.

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“Has he?” I asked, glancing at Lucas as he pushed broccoli around his plate.

“He’s observant,” Richard said with a small smile.

Then there was Oliver, Richard’s eldest son, “just visiting for a while.”

That night, as I settled into my room, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the house held secrets that were tied to the forbidden third floor.

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***

While tidying Lucas’s room one afternoon, I stumbled upon a dusty old photo album tucked away at the back of his closet. Its leather cover was cracked and worn as if it had been forgotten for years.

My curiosity got the better of me, and I carefully opened it, flipping through the pages.

The photographs were full of happy moments: Richard as a young man, his arm around a lovely woman who must be his first wife. Beside them was little Oliver grinning at the camera.

My lips curved into a small smile, but as I turned the next page, my heart stopped.

This is… my mother!

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There she was, smiling brightly, standing beside Richard, holding baby Oliver in her arms.

What is she doing in these photos?

I remembered how she had once mentioned working as a nanny for a wealthy family, but she had never given me any details.

Why? Why did she leave? Why didn’t she tell me?

I stared at the photo, unable to look away.

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That evening, I wandered the hallways of the Harrison house, thinking. As I passed the living room, sharp voices caught my attention. I slowed my steps, careful not to make a sound.

“Your mother keeps bringing up Kristy and her child,” Veronica hissed, her tone edged with frustration. “I’m sick of hearing about it. How much longer are you going to let her go on with these stories? Kristy existed, didn’t she?”

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Richard’s voice was heavy. “She’s old, Veronica. She doesn’t know what she’s saying half the time. Kristy was just a nanny for Oliver. My mother is mixing up memories with things that never happened.”

I froze, gripping the banister. Kristy. That was my mother’s name. They were talking about her.

My breath caught as realization hit. The grandmother knew something about my mother and this family.

Is she trying to tell them something important?

I needed answers. And I knew exactly where to start: the third floor.

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***

The next evening, I waited for my chance. Richard and Veronica left for a charity event, and Oliver was buried in a book in the study. I tucked Lucas into bed, leaving the baby monitor on the nightstand, and quietly made my way to the third floor.

My heart thudded in my chest as I reached the locked door to the grandmother’s room. I’d noticed earlier that the kitchen keyring held a small, unmarked key. Slipping back downstairs, I retrieved it, hoping it would fit. When I returned, I slid the key into the lock. It turned with a soft click.

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The room was dim, lit only by a lamp on a small table. The scent of lavender lingered in the air. An ornate rug lay beneath a chair where the grandmother sat by the window, a photograph trembling in her wrinkled hands. She didn’t look up until I stepped inside.

Her gaze landed on me, and her eyes filled with tears.

“You must be Sarah. You look so much like Kristy.”

“You… you knew my mother?” I stammered, stepping closer.

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She nodded, motioning for me to sit on the chair across from her.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment,” she said, clutching the photo tightly. “Your mother worked here many years ago. She was Oliver’s nanny, but she was much more than that. She was everything to Richard.”

“What do you mean?”

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Her voice dropped to a whisper, but it was filled with emotion.

“Your mother and Richard fell in love. It was a big secret. They had to hide it. Richard was already married, and my husband, your grandfather, demanded they keep up appearances for the family’s reputation. When Kristy found out she was pregnant with you, she left. She didn’t want to destroy the family. We’d been mailing for years. That’s why I have your photos.”

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The room spun around me. I shook my head, trying to process her words.

“Is Richard my father?”

Tears streamed down her face as she nodded.

“Yes, my dear. You are his daughter. I’ve tried to tell him, but he won’t listen. He thinks I’m just a senile old woman.”

Her voice cracked. “And Veronica, his new wife… She’s kept me isolated, trying to silence me.”

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I couldn’t speak. The weight of her words crushed me. She reached for my hand.

“That was my invitation in your mail. You have your mother’s spirit. And I want you to be part of our family. Sooner or later.”

“No one will believe me,” I said quietly. “They’ll think I’m here to take something or cause trouble.”

The grandmother’s expression softened.

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“In time, they will. Your mother, Kristy, was the only one who truly loved Richard for who he was, not for what he had. He knew it then, and he’ll feel it now. He will accept you because you’re part of her—the woman he truly loved.”

“I should go,” I said, hearing faint rustling through the baby monitor in my pocket. “Lucas needs me.”

“Go on, dear. We’ll talk again when the time is right.”

I slipped out, locking the door behind me. The hallway felt heavy as I descended the stairs, thoughts racing.

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Reaching Lucas’s room, I found him sound asleep, his small hand clutching his blanket. I exhaled in relief.

But, at that moment, I didn’t notice the faint sound of a door closing in my room.

***

When I entered my room, my breath caught! Oliver was sitting on the edge of my bed.

“You spoke to her, didn’t you?” he asked.

I nodded, unsure of how much to admit. “I didn’t mean to, but…”

He raised a hand, stopping me.

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“It’s fine. I overheard everything.” His face softened, the guarded expression fading. “I always knew something didn’t add up about that time. Now it makes sense.”

His understanding gave me courage, and we made a plan together. That evening, Oliver convinced Richard to call a family dinner. Even Veronica, though suspicious, had no idea what was coming.

As everyone gathered, including the grandmother, my heart pounded. Taking a deep breath, I stood up.

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“I have something to say. I didn’t come here with a plan to disrupt your family, but now that I know the truth, I can’t keep quiet.”

All eyes were on me as I told my story: how my mother had worked here, how she’d loved Richard, and the secret she carried when she left.

“I’m not here to take anything from you,” I added, looking directly at Richard. “But your mother deserves more respect than she’s been given. She’s far more capable than you think.”

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Veronica’s face reddened, but before she could speak, Richard raised a hand.

“Enough,” he said firmly.

The room fell into a heavy silence. Finally, I cleared my throat, breaking the quiet.

“I think it’s better if I leave. I didn’t come here to stay, and now you finally have a chance to make things right as a family.”

My gaze moved from Richard to the grandmother, and then to Oliver. “This is your time to fix what’s broken.”

Richard’s lips parted as if to object, but he said nothing. He only nodded, his shoulders slumping slightly.

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***

The next morning, I packed my bags. At the door, Oliver handed me an envelope with a salary. “You’ll always have a brother in me. Don’t be a stranger.”

A month later, I was invited back for my grandmother’s birthday. Lucas and Oliver welcomed me warmly, and Richard approached.

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“I ended things with Veronica. I want to make up for lost time.”

I stayed, and slowly, we became what we were meant to be. Grandmother laughed with Lucas in the garden, Oliver and I raced through morning runs, and my father and I biked along sunlit paths, sharing stories of my mother.

Together, we began to heal. At last, I had a family.

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YOU WON’T BELIEVE HOW STUNNING SHANIA TWAIN LOOKS TODAY!

Shania Twain, the best-selling female artist in country music history, and one of the top-selling music artists of all time, will always hold a special place in our hearts.

Known as the “Queen of Country Pop,” Shania became a global superstar in the 1990s. But not many people know about the struggles she faced along the way. Before her big break, Shania grew up in poverty, often going hungry. Then, at just 22, a heartbreaking tragedy changed her life and gave her new responsibilities.

Shania was born as Eilleen Regina Edwards in Windsor, Ontario, on August 28, 1965. Later, she changed her last name to Twain when her mother, Sharon, married a man named Jerry Twain.

Shania Twain’s biological father wasn’t around when she was growing up, so she never publicly called him her dad. Instead, her stepfather, Jerry, stepped in and took care of Shania and her two sisters, even legally adopting them.

Shania once said, “My father (Jerry) went out of his way to raise three daughters that weren’t even his. For me to acknowledge another man as my father, a man who was never there for me as a father, who wasn’t the one who struggled every day to put food on our table, would have hurt him terribly.”

Shania’s childhood wasn’t easy. She grew up in poverty in the rural town of Timmins, Canada. Her stepfather Jerry, who was a full-blooded Ojibway, worked hard but didn’t earn much money, making it difficult to provide for the family.

Shania Twain and her sisters often didn’t have enough to eat growing up. Sometimes, the only food they had was a dish called “goulash,” which was just dry bread with boiled milk and brown sugar. During the cold Canadian winters, Shania had to wear bread bags on her feet because her family couldn’t afford proper boots.

Even though things were tough, Shania never told anyone about their situation. She was afraid that if people knew how bad things were, the authorities might separate her family.

Her home life was also unstable. The marriage between her mother, Sharon, and her stepfather, Jerry, had its problems. At one point, Shania convinced her mom to leave Jerry, and they all went to a homeless shelter in Toronto. But when Shania was 16, her mother decided to go back to Jerry and try to make things work again.

Because of her difficult childhood, Shania said she lived in “survivor mode” even as an adult. She felt she couldn’t rely on her parents to protect her or be steady caregivers.

When Shania was eight years old, she started singing in bars to help pay the bills. Even though it was a risky thing for such a young girl, she could make up to $20 a night, which was a big help for her struggling family. Even though she didn’t like doing it, the money was essential for them to get by.

Shania Twain’s love for music helped her get through tough times. She said in *Shania Twain: The Biography*, “My deepest passion was music, and it helped. There were moments when I thought, ‘I hate this.’ I hated going into bars and being around drunks. But I loved the music, and so I survived.”

Performing in rural bars and retirement homes in Canada helped Shania improve her stage presence and explore her musical talent. It wasn’t long before she was ready for bigger opportunities.

At 13, Shania got her big break by performing on *The Tommy Hunter Show*, a famous country music variety show on CBC Television. Hosted by Tommy Hunter, known as “Canada’s Country Gentleman,” the show gave Shania a great chance to show off her skills as a country singer.

In the mid-1980s, Shania was still a struggling singer-songwriter trying to make it in the music world. She had joined her first band, Longshot, when she was 16, but eventually moved to Toronto at 21 to further pursue her dreams in music.

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As Shania Twain continued performing, more people began to notice her incredible talent and beauty. One of those people was famous country singer Mary Bailey. When she saw Shania perform in Sudbury, Ontario, she was amazed.

“I saw this little girl up on stage with a guitar, and it absolutely blew me away,” Bailey said. Shania performed Willie Nelson’s “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain” and Hank Williams’ “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry.” Bailey thought Shania’s voice was powerful and full of emotion, reminding her of singer Tanya Tucker. She knew right away that Shania had the potential to be a star.

Bailey, who later became Shania’s manager, recalled, “She sang a few songs that she had written, and I thought to myself, this kid is like nineteen years old—where does she get this? This is from a person who’s lived sixty years.”

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In 1987, Shania Twain was on the verge of breaking through as a country artist. She had the talent and the opportunities, and Nashville was ready for her. But then, a tragedy changed everything.

On the afternoon of November 1, 1987, Shania’s parents, Jerry and Sharon, were driving on a remote logging road to a work site. Sadly, their car collided with a truck carrying timber. Both Jerry and Sharon died in the crash, leaving behind their two sons and three daughters.

Shania was devastated when she heard the news. She described the feeling as being like a tree with strong roots for 30 years, only to have someone try to cut her down.

Instead of focusing on her music career, Shania decided to return to her hometown of Timmins. She took on the responsibility of caring for her younger siblings, who were 13, 14, and 18 at the time

Shania Twain said that the time after her parents’ deaths was very hard, but it also helped her grow up and become more mature. She took on the responsibility of raising her younger siblings by herself, making sure they had the support they needed.

Later, Shania and her siblings moved to Huntsville, Ontario. There, she found a job as a singer and dancer at the Deerhurst Resort. At that time, Shania thought about giving up on music because she needed to focus on taking care of her family. She said in 1995, “I thought, my family comes first. I have to take care of them. I didn’t even think of my future…. I’m lucky I got the job at Deerhurst, because it was music. I didn’t know where I was going to go from there.”

While working at Deerhurst, Shania continued to develop her skills as an entertainer. She made a demo tape of her songs, which caught the attention of a Mercury Nashville Records executive. This led to Shania being invited to Nashville, where she released her first album, *Shania Twain*, in 1993. Although the album didn’t become a big hit, it received positive reviews from critics.

One person who really liked Shania Twain’s music was South African record producer Mutt Lange. He was so impressed that he contacted Shania to see if he could help produce and write songs with her.

After meeting at Nashville’s Fan Fair in June 1993, they started working together closely and quickly became very close. Just six months later, they got married. Even though Shania was more than ten years younger than Mutt, they had a special connection. Together, they wrote many hit songs that helped make Shania a superstar, including the albums *The Woman in Me* (1995) and *Come On Over* (1997).

By 2007, The Woman in Me had sold more than 12 million copies in the United States. At the time of its release it was a huge success, turning Shania Twain into a star overnight.

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Shania Twain said in 1997, “We just took a chance and followed our instincts, and it worked out. I think there was something on that album for everybody.”

Usually, Shania wrote the lyrics for their songs, and Mutt Lange created the music. While working on the album *Come On Over*, Mutt added some rock-n-roll elements, inspired by his past work with bands like AC/DC and Def Leppard.

The result of combining country and rock music was a huge success, with the album selling 40 million copies worldwide. The 1997 album included some of Shania’s biggest hits, like “You’re Still The One” and “Man! I Feel Like A Woman.”

Shania Twain said, “In my mind, I was just being myself, and that was the great thing — to just be myself and let my personality come through in the music.”

In the late 1990s, “Shaniamania” took America by storm. Today, *Come On Over* is the ninth best-selling album of any kind in the US and the top-selling country album ever.

On August 12, 2001, Shania and Mutt Lange welcomed a son. They named him Eja (pronounced “Asia”) and, according to the media, Shania delivered her son at a hospital in Switzerland, without any “media fanfare”.

Shania Twain’s down-to-earth charm was evident when she kept her pregnancy private. She didn’t share any details about her baby, Eja, when he was born.

However, a few years later, Shania went through a very public divorce, and some unflattering details about her marriage were revealed in the media.

Before the divorce, there had been many rumors about problems in Shania’s marriage. In 1997, she addressed these rumors and denied that they were getting divorced.

She said, “Mutt and I are an unlikely pair. There’s been talk in the tabloids that we’re divorcing, but we are very happy. We love each other in every way. We have a great creative relationship and a great personal relationship. We feel as strong as ever—and ‘Still the One’ is sort of my own personal song about marriage.”

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In 2008, though, Shania and her husband separated. The reason? Lange had engaged in an affair with Shania’s best friend, Marie-Anne Thiébaud.

Shania was, of course, completely heartbroken. She said she cried constantly and took five baths a day. According to the country star, she was ”ready to die”.

“I’ll be honest: when your husband leaves you, and falls into the arms of your close friend, your self-esteem can really suffer,” she said.

Shania and Marie-Anne were really good friends who had first met when the latter was hired as an assistant and interpreter for Mutt Lange. After finding out about the affair, Shania confronted her so-called friend.

”I just told her that she was a bad person – that’s all I could get out!’
‘When I left her, I thought, “You’re such a wimp, you coward!”‘

Things took an unexpected turn for Shania Twain when she found love again.

In 2011, Shania married businessman Frédéric Thiébaud, who was once married to her former friend Marie-Anne. They connected through their shared heartbreak and got married in Puerto Rico, with a small ceremony attended by about 40 close friends and family.

Shania told the Daily Mail, “I don’t take any day for granted anymore. Fred has given me a new lease on love.”

Shania Twain has said that she found “a true friend and a dear gentleman” in her husband, Frédéric Thiébaud. She describes their 10+ years together as a true gift. When they started dating, Fred surprised her with romantic trips, like flying her to a Swiss glacier and renting out a whole movie theater just for her.

Shania said, “It’s twisted. So beautifully twisted.” Fred added, “To express my love, words are not enough. I’m more in love with her every day.”

Shania lives in Corseaux, Switzerland, with her husband. She is known for being very private and rarely gives interviews.

In recent years, Shania has released several albums with mixed success. Right now, she is performing in Las Vegas, where she showcases her award-winning career with highlights from her iconic videos and global tours.

She has also tried her luck in the film industry, appearing in several movies over the years. In 2019, she starred alongside John Travolta in Trading Paint, and in 2020 portrayed the mother of singer Jeremy Camp in the autobiographical movie I Still Believe.

Though Shania does not appear as often on the top lists today, she has left a massive mark in popular culture. Once the reigning queen of country music, she helped influence artists such as Britney Spears, Taylor Swift, and Carrie Underwood.

Carrie Underwood said in 2016, “I think we were all definitely influenced by Shania, even if we don’t realize it. Her music was so different and revolutionary at the time. She definitely paved the way for a lot of us.”

Shania was also known for her stylish outfits and supermodel looks. In 2009, readers of Hello! magazine voted her the No. 1 Most Beautiful Canadian. Shania has shared some of her secrets for staying youthful, including being a vegetarian, eating lots of raw food, and meditating daily.

She said, “A happy heart comes first, then the happy face.”

Shania Twain, now 59, talked about how she’s handling aging. She admitted to being a bit insecure about her changing body. She said, “I’m letting ‘the girls’ hang loose under my sweat clothes around the house. When someone comes to the door, I cross my arms under them for support.”

In a 2020 interview on the LadyGang podcast, she mentioned, “Aging is a battle you can’t win. I just started accepting it and stepping away from fights I can’t win.”

Shania added that focusing on aging was taking up too much of her energy and space in her life. “I’ve got songs to write. I’m not gonna sit around,” she said.

Are you also a fan of Shania Twain? I think she’s still gorgeous and more important – a really great woman. Shania is an example for us all. Love and just admire her!

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