A greedy brother inherits a house and mocks his younger sister, who only gets five rusty old clocks from their late grandmother. Little did they know about what was hidden in those timepieces.
“Oh, so grandma called you as well?! I thought you’d be busy in the library…like a good little bookworm!” 26-year-old Brian scoffed at his younger sister Linda, 19.
She had just stepped down from the taxi. Fear filled her eyes as her heart told her: “Nothing will happen to grandma. She’ll be fine. She’ll live for a hundred years more.”
Brian and Linda had come to visit their 90-year-old granny Marlene. She had requested them to see her urgently.
“Sweethearts, I wish to see you one last time. I might not get another chance again,” Marlene had painfully told them on the call two days ago…
As Linda entered her grandma’s bedroom, she coughed, noticing that it was pretty dusty. Marlene was too old and sick to do things on her own. She hadn’t swept the floor, and Linda saw the ceiling was moldy due to leakage.
Linda opened the clock, and what she found inside would go on to change her life.
“Grandma!!” she ran and hugged Marlene, who was in bed. “Nothing will happen to you, grandma. Please don’t worry. God will not take you away from us because you are all that we have.”
Until a year ago, Linda lived with Marlene. She took good care of her and helped her a lot. She was even ready to turn down a life-changing scholarship but moved to the city to pursue her degree upon Marlene’s insistence.
Brian entered the room, coughing and grinning. “Damn…I’m allergic to dust! Grandma, didn’t you sweep and dust your room?”
He came closer and saw his grandma was sick and skinny. But he was least bothered and stood there, waiting to know why she had called them.
Marlene stared into Brian’s eyes as she clasped Linda’s shivering hands. The girl was pained to see her grandma so pale and her eyes lacking that once beautiful spark. They looked lifeless.
Marlene smiled, getting up gently, and took two envelopes from under her pillow. “Sweethearts, this is for you,” she said. “Please use it wisely. I called to give it to you.”
Brian and Linda opened the envelopes and found a wad of $5,000 in each.
Linda could not hold back her tears and ran out crying.
Meanwhile, Brian frowned. “Only this much? I thought you had more to spare. Fine, I have to go now.” He turned his back on Marlene and walked away without even thanking her.
The next day, Marlene was in for a surprise.
“Good morning, grandma!” Marlene heard Linda in her bedroom. She didn’t expect her to return.
She awakened as the girl undrew the curtains, shafts of beams lighting up the dark, dusty bedroom.
She was surprised to see Linda. She had thought the girl had left for the city where she studied and was a part-time librarian.
Linda walked over to Marlene with the envelope she had given her the previous day.
“I added the $4,000 I’d saved over the year. Grandma, remember you told me about your poor vision? I now have $9,000. We can now pay for your eye surgery.”
Marlene rose from her bed. She hugged Linda, tears streaking her face. “I knew you better, darling! But it’s too late for the surgery. I can sense my death nearing. I don’t want to waste this money when it can be used for something better.”
Linda wiped away Marlene’s tears and said she would live with her.
“I’ve taken a month off. I’m not going anywhere until I see that golden smile on your face, grandma.”
And Linda knew what she had to do to restore Marlene’s smile.
Having Linda around was of great help to Marlene. She didn’t have to worry about cooking for herself.
There were days when Marlene would eat stale bread for dinner when she never felt like making herself a nice meal. But after Linda came, she started feeling on her feet again. Marlene had never felt so relaxed and happy before.
One day, she heard strangers’ voices outside her bedroom and went out to check. She was surprised. Linda had spent the $9,000 on renovating the house and fixing the leakage.
“I knew you wanted to repair grandpa’s treasured house for a long time. Are you happy now, grandma?! I renovated it so that you see the beautiful house you once lived in with grandpa. Do you like it?”
Marlene was speechless. She walked to Linda as fast as her fragile legs could carry her and hugged her. Marlene had never cried like she wept on Linda’s shoulders that day.
Marlene often made a wish. “I want to die when I’m the happiest on earth!” A week later, her wish was fulfilled. Marlene died in her sleep, leaving Linda with more than a broken heart.
A couple of days after the funeral, Linda and Brian were called to the lawyer’s office regarding the late Marlene’s will they never knew about.
When they got there, they were told about another surprise inheritance.
“Mr. White, according to your grandma’s will, you’ll be getting her house. Here are the papers. Please sign them.”
Linda was startled. She was not jealous of her older brother, but it worried her because she had renovated the house, and Brian got it when he least deserved it.
“And Miss Linda, this is yours,” the lawyer said, pushing forward a box toward Linda.
“What is this?” she exclaimed and opened the box. She found five old vintage clocks inside. Brian burst into laughter and began mocking her.
“That’s hella insane and cheap!! Grandma left her house to me. She knew who deserved the best. You can decorate your rented apartment with these rusty clocks and cry over it, sis. Luck does not favor everyone!”
Distraught, Linda left for the city, taking the clocks with her. She never bothered to check them thoroughly until one day when she noticed an engraving on one of them.
“OPEN IT!” was etched in a beautiful cursive font on the metal.
Curious, Linda opened the clock, and what she found inside would go on to change her life.
“A note?” she exclaimed and picked a little scroll from the clock’s interior. She unfolded it and sat back, stunned.
“Never underestimate these rusty, old watches! They are 100-year-old classic timepieces that belonged to my grandfather. And they are crafted from rare, exquisite metal! Each piece is worth $40,000, my dear!” began the note.
Linda’s eyes filled with tears of joy as she read further.
“Everyone gets what they truly deserve, Linda! I’m glad you got only the best. With Love, Granny Marlene.”
Linda burst into tears as she held the vintage clocks close to her heart. They still functioned, and she could hear them tick close to her heartbeat. It felt as though her granny had not gone anywhere.
Linda chose not to disclose this to her brother.
“He is blinded by greed and thinks he got the best from grandma. Let him live with that assumption. Granny knew who deserved the best and I needn’t prove it to him!” she thought and kept the rare timepieces locked in her drawer.
What can we learn from the story?
Everyone gets what they truly deserve. Brian mocked Linda when she inherited only five old clocks from their grandmother. Little did he know that she had actually gotten what she truly deserved because each piece was worth over $40,000.
Love and accept your elders for who they are. You will be loved back a hundredfold. Linda loved her grandma unconditionally and cared for her without expecting anything in return. Ultimately, she inherited a surprise $200K worth of legacy after her granny’s death.
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My 5-Year-Old Refused to Cut Her Hair, Saying, ‘I Want My Real Daddy to Recognize Me When He Comes Back’
When my five-year-old daughter refused to cut her hair, I didn’t think much of it until she said she wanted to keep her hair long for her “real daddy.” Those words made my heart skip a beat. Who was she talking about? Was there someone else in my wife’s life that I had no idea about?
Hi, I’m Edward, and this story is about my daughter, Lily.
Lily is the light of our lives. At just five years old, she’s a bundle of energy and curiosity, always asking a million questions and coming up with the funniest observations.
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She’s sharp, sweet, and has got this laugh that can brighten even the darkest days. My wife, Sara, and I couldn’t be prouder of her.
But last week, something happened that turned our happy little world upside down.
It all started a few months ago when Lily began refusing to let us trim her hair.
Her locks, which she usually loved having brushed and styled, became untouchable.
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She’d sit cross-legged on the bathroom floor, clutching her hair like it was her most prized possession.
“No, Daddy,” she’d announce. “I want my hair to stay long.”
At first, Sara and I thought it was just a phase. Kids are quirky like that, right?
Sara’s mom, Carol, had always commented about Sara’s pixie cut being “too short for a proper lady,” so we figured maybe Lily wanted to assert her own style.
“Sure,” I told her. “You don’t have to cut your hair.”
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Then came the gum incident.
It was one of those classic parenting moments you hear about, and hope it never happens to you.
Lily had fallen asleep on the couch during a movie night, gum still in her mouth. By the time Sara and I found her, it was too late.
The gum was hopelessly tangled in her hair.
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We tried everything, including peanut butter, ice, and even that strange online trick with vinegar.
But nothing worked.
That’s when we knew cutting her hair was the only option.
Sara knelt beside Lily with the comb in her hand.
“Sweetheart, we’re going to have to cut a little bit of your hair,” she told Lily. “Just the part with the gum.”
What happened next caught both of us completely off guard.
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Lily’s face twisted in panic, and she bolted upright, clutching her hair like it was a lifeline.
“No!” she cried. “You can’t cut it! I want my real daddy to recognize me when he comes back!”
Sara looked at her with wide eyes while I felt my heart drop into my stomach.
“What did you say, Lily?” I asked carefully, crouching down to her level.
She looked at me with wide, tearful eyes as if she’d just let a big secret slip.
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“I… I want my real daddy to know it’s me,” she said quietly.
Sara and I exchanged a stunned glance.
Then, I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
“Lily, sweetheart, I am your daddy,” I said, my voice as gentle as I could make it. “What makes you think I’m not?”
Her little lip quivered, and she whispered, “Grandma said so.”
What? Why would Carol say that to her? Who was the man Lily was talking about?
“What exactly did Grandma say, honey?” Sara asked gently.
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“She said I have to keep my hair long so my real daddy will know it’s me when he comes back,” Lily explained, clutching her locks even tighter. “She said he’ll be mad if he doesn’t recognize me.”
I couldn’t believe this.
“Sweetheart,” I interrupted. “What do you mean by ‘real daddy’?”
Lily sniffled, looking down at her tiny hands. “Grandma told me you’re not my real daddy. She said my real daddy went away, but he’ll come back someday. And if I look different, he won’t know who I am.”
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“Lily, listen to me,” Sara said, taking Lily’s hands gently. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re not in trouble. But I need you to tell me exactly what Grandma said. Can you do that for me?”
Lily hesitated, then nodded. “She said it’s a secret. That I shouldn’t tell you or Daddy, or he’d get mad. But I didn’t want him to be mad at me.I don’t want anyone to be mad at me.”
My chest tightened, and I swallowed the lump in my throat.
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“Lily,” I said softly, “you are so loved. By me, by Mommy, and by everyone who knows you. No one is mad at you, okay? Grandma shouldn’t have told you something like that.”
Sara’s eyes filled with tears as she hugged Lily tightly. “You’re our daughter, Lily. Your daddy — your real daddy — is right here. He always has been.”
Lily nodded slowly, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. But the damage had been done. How could Carol, someone we trusted, say something so confusing to our child?
That night, after Lily fell asleep, Sara and I sat in the living room.
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“What the hell was she thinking?” Sara muttered, her voice shaking with anger.
“I don’t know,” I said, trying to keep my own frustration in check. “But she crossed a line. We need to talk to her, Sara. Tomorrow.”
The next morning, Sara called her mom and told her to come over. Carol arrived with her usual air of confidence, but Sara wasn’t in the mood for small talk.
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As soon as Carol stepped inside, Sara’s anger boiled over.
“What the heck is wrong with you, Mom?” she snapped. “Why would you tell Lily that Edward isn’t her real dad? Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
Carol blinked, clearly taken aback by the hostility.
“Now, hold on,” she said, raising a hand. “You’re making this sound worse than it is. It was just a little story. Nothing to get so worked up about.”
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“A story?” I interjected. “She’s been terrified of cutting her hair for months because of this ‘story.’”
Carol rolled her eyes as if we were being dramatic.
“Oh, come on. I just wanted her to keep her hair long,” she confessed. “She’s a little girl, for heaven’s sake! She shouldn’t have one of those awful short cuts like yours, Sara.”
Sara’s mouth fell open.
“So, you lied to her? You made her think her dad wasn’t her dad just to keep her hair long? Are you hearing yourself right now, Mom?”
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“She won’t even remember it when she’s older. But she would remember looking ridiculous in photos with a boyish haircut.”
“This isn’t about hair, Carol,” I snapped. “You undermined our family. You made Lily think I wasn’t her real father. This isn’t normal, okay?”
Carol pursed her lips, then delivered a line that shattered what little composure we had left. “Well, with Sara’s wild past, who’s to say you are her real dad?”
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What the heck? I thought. What else is she going to say to justify her mistake?
That’s when Sara lost her cool.
“Get out,” she said, pointing to the door. “Get out of my house. You’re not welcome here anymore.”
Carol tried to backtrack, stammering about how she “didn’t mean it that way,” but I wasn’t having it.
I stepped forward, opened the door, and gestured firmly. “Now, Carol. Leave.”
She glared at us, muttering something under her breath as she walked out, but I didn’t care.
After slamming the door behind Carol, Sara and I looked at each other.
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Then, she sank into the couch with her face buried in her hands.
I sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
“We’ll get through this,” I said quietly, though the anger in my chest was still burning hot.
Sara nodded, but I could see the heartbreak on her face. “I can’t believe my own mother would do something like this.”
We spent the rest of the evening sitting with Lily, explaining everything as gently as we could.
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I held her tiny hands in mine and looked her straight in the eyes. “Lily, I am your daddy. I always have been, and I always will be. Nothing Grandma said is true, okay?”
Lily nodded. “So, you’re my real daddy?”
“Yes, sweetheart,” I smiled. “Always.”
“Grandma was wrong to tell you that,” Sara chimed in. “She shouldn’t have said it, and it’s not your fault. We love you so much, Lily. Don’t ever forget that.”
Lily seemed to relax a little, though she still looked hesitant when Sara brought out the scissors to cut the gum out of her hair.
Yes, the gum was still there.
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“Do I have to?” Lily asked, clutching the tangled strand.
“It’s just a tiny bit, honey,” Sara explained. “And it’ll grow back so fast, you won’t even notice. Plus, you’ll feel so much better without the gum sticking to everything.”
After a moment, Lily nodded. “Okay, but only a little.”
As Sara snipped away the gum-covered strands, I saw a small smile creep onto Lily’s face.
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“Daddy?” she asked.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“When it grows back, can I make it pink?”
Sara and I laughed.
“If that’s what you want,” I said, ruffling her hair.
Over the next few days, things slowly returned to normal. Lily seemed happier and more relaxed and even asked Sara to braid her hair again. It was something she hadn’t done in months.
As for Carol, we’ve gone no-contact.
Sara and I agreed that she has no place in Lily’s life until she can take responsibility for what she did.
To be honest, it wasn’t an easy decision, but our priority is protecting Lily. We’ll do whatever it takes to keep our little girl happy.
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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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