When Mia’s husband, Ben, suddenly starts talking about homeschooling their six-year-old daughter, Lily, she’s surprised. Months earlier, they had been talking about sending the little girl to private school. So, what changed? Mia finds out when she overhears a conversation between Ben and Lily…
This all started a few months ago at a dinner party. My husband, Ben, and I were sitting with a few friends when, out of the blue, he brought up the idea of homeschooling our daughter, Lily.
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“It’s the system, you know? It’s too rigid, too focused on tests,” Ben said, leaning forward in his seat like he had discovered the secret to the universe.
“Kids need to be free to explore their creativity. I don’t want Lily’s imagination boxed in. She needs to feel things between her fingers and experience life,” he continued.
Ben reached forward to help himself to the bowl of mashed potatoes.
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Everyone at the table nodded, murmuring in agreement.
“Honestly, that’s so true,” our friend Sarah chimed in as she sipped her wine. “Schools just kill creativity. I wish I had done something different with my kids. Last year, Jasmine wanted to show off her creativity through her uniform, but they didn’t accept it at school. She got a suspension warning.”
I remember glancing at Ben, completely surprised at how passionately he was speaking. He had never once mentioned anything about homeschooling before. In fact, he had been talking about us getting our six-year-old into private school.
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But here he was, talking about homeschooling like he’d been thinking about it for years.
“We could teach her ourselves, Mia,” Ben continued, glancing over at me with a smile. “Think about it, love. No strict schedules, no standardized tests. She could learn at her own pace.”
I nodded, trying to process everything.
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“Yeah, I mean, it does sound good,” I agreed. “But we need to explore all options about it first.”
I was hesitant. But I was also unsure of why I felt a slight unease creep up on me. Although when Ben spoke so passionately, it was hard not to get swept up in the dream of it all.
After that night, Ben kept bringing it up. At home, over dinner, in passing conversations, he’d make little comments all the time.
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“Lily would be so much happier if she wasn’t stuck in a classroom all day.”
“We could help her learn things that matter, Mia, not just what’s on some test.”
Eventually, I started to believe that he might be right.
Before I knew it, we had decided to pull Lily out of her school and start with the new routine of homeschooling. Ben took charge of everything.
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“Like the gifts we talked about? You’ll deliver them, right?”
He had always been more involved with her school meetings, so I trusted him completely. And look, at first, everything seemed to be working. Ben would sit with Lily during “school hours,” and he’d proudly show me the projects they’d worked on when I got home from work.
“I’m glad she’s happy,” I told Ben one evening when I was loading the dishwasher.
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“She’s more than happy, Mia,” he said with a smile. “She’s thriving. Look at this! She made a solar system model all on her own.”
But then one day, I came home early from work, eager to show Lily the new set of watercolor paint I had gotten for her. I walked in quietly, not wanting to disturb whatever lesson she and Ben were doing.
And that’s when I heard Lily crying.
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“But Dad, I miss my friends!” Lily sobbed. “They probably think I don’t like them anymore. I’m sure they think we’re fighting! They’ll be so mad at me for not going to school…”
I crept closer to the dining room, which had become the classroom. And I heard Ben’s voice, low and soothing.
“Lily-girl,” he said. “I told you, we can send them little gifts, okay? They won’t be mad at you.”
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Lily sniffled, but her tone lifted a little.
“Like the gifts we talked about? You’ll deliver them, right?” she said.
Deliver gifts? What on earth was my child talking about?
“Yes, darling,” he said.
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“Like when you let me come with you when Mommy had to work? You’re going to deliver my friends’ gifts just like when you bring packages to people, right?”
I froze. I tried to piece the information together before storming in and demanding answers.
Ben wasn’t homeschooling Lily out of some grand educational philosophy that he had been talking about endlessly.
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Instead, my husband was delivering packages. All those days that I thought they were doing lessons… what had really been happening under my roof?
“Get your answers, Mia,” I muttered as I walked into the dining room.
Ben’s face turned white when he saw me.
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“Care to explain what on earth Lily is talking about?” I asked.
My chest felt tight, like I was just holding it all together before some horrible news came out.
Ben let out a long breath, running his hands through his hair.
“Honey, why don’t you go play on the swing or watch some TV?” Ben told her.
We waited until Lily was happily running outside to the swing before Ben said another word.
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“I… I lost my job, okay? Months ago. I didn’t know how to tell you, Mia.”
I blinked, trying to process his words.
“I didn’t want you to think I was a failure.”
“You lost your job? Then what on earth have you been doing all day?”
“The homeschooling. It wasn’t about Lily’s education. It was because we couldn’t afford the tuition anymore. And I know that a few months ago I wanted her to go to private school, but I couldn’t even afford her public school fees.”
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Ben paused, holding his head.
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to retaliate.
“I’ve been delivering packages. It’s not stable, but it’s for a few hours a day. I take Lily with me in between her homeschooling. I know you think that I’ve been working in the study and then teaching Lily, too…”
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“You’ve been delivering packages? Really? This whole time?” I asked, stunned. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“I didn’t want you to think that I was a failure,” Ben said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know how to fix this situation. But you know how stressful my job was toward the end. Those hours killed me. I thought that maybe if I could just keep things together for a little while longer…”
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I shook my head, trying to wrap my mind around everything. I wanted to be angry.
I wanted to shout at my husband, not because he lost his job, but because he didn’t want to tell me about it. I understood the pressure of losing your job suddenly and then having to put yourself back together.
When I was pregnant with Lily, I lost my job because they couldn’t afford to keep paying me while I was on maternity leave.
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But Ben carried us right up until Lily was three years old.
I shook my head now, trying to shake some of my thoughts. I felt… sad. Sad that Ben had felt like he had to hide this from me.
“Ben, you didn’t have to do this alone,” I said, reaching toward him.
He smiled at me sadly.
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We put Lily back into school the next week using our savings. She was overjoyed to see her friends, and the guilt Ben had been carrying around began to lift when he saw her running toward them at the school gate.
As for Ben, he found another job as a grocery store manager. It wasn’t his dream job, but it was honest work that came with medical benefits. And honestly, I think it was just the fact that he was earning properly again that made the biggest difference to him.
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There was a lightness back in our home that hadn’t been there in a long time. A sense that we were moving forward, together.
What would you have done?
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Am I Wrong for “Hiding” My MIL’s Birthday Present to My Husband after Finding Out What Was Inside?
Tired of allowing her cold and callous mother-in-law to ruin her husband’s birthday, Lila hides Carol’s birthday present from Bill to save him the hurt and disappointment that usually came with his mother’s gifts. But when Lila’s secret comes out, a series of events unfolds.
I could tell my husband, Bill, was nervous. His birthday was coming up, and every year, his mom’s gift felt like a slap in the face.
Bill sat on our worn-out couch, his shoulders tense.
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“Do you think she’ll actually care this time?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
I sighed, placing my hand on his. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say. I knew that I needed to reassure him, but my husband’s relationship with his mother was complicated.
“Maybe,” I said. “But remember, we’re celebrating your birthday, not hers. We’ll have a great time, no matter what, darling.”
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Bill smiled at me, but it didn’t reach his eyes. I knew how much he wanted to feel loved and appreciated by Carol, but she always failed to show him that. It wasn’t just about the gifts. It was about the feeling.
Bill had told me the story a long time ago. He was his mother’s son from her first marriage, and their relationship was strong, but things took a turn when Carol met her second husband, Adam.
It became even worse when Bill’s younger brothers were born. Suddenly, Carol only had eyes for Adam and their sons, making it clear to Bill that he was no longer a priority in her life.
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“Okay,” he said. “This year will be different.”
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No One Stopped to Pick Up This Old Man near the Highway & after an Hour I Understood Why – Story of the Day
When Rebecca and her daughter, Layla, set off on a trip, they didn’t anticipate the journey would challenge their views on kindness. An unexpected encounter with a stranded man forced Rebecca to confront her fears, leading to a life-changing lesson taught by her brave young daughter.
My name is Rebecca, and I was the kind of person who usually stayed on the sidelines when witnessing injustice or when someone needed help.
I was always afraid to stand out and hoped that someone else would help or stand up against the injustice.
Anyone but me. But that day, I acted differently, and it changed my life forever.
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It was a sunny Friday morning. Layla and I were heading to my mom’s house for the weekend. Layla, my eight-year-old daughter, sat in the front seat beside me.
She looked out the window, her face pressed against the glass, clearly upset about the long drive.
The road stretched ahead, and I could see her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and she let out a heavy sigh every few minutes.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” I asked, glancing over at her.
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“I’m bored, Mom,” she replied, not taking her eyes off the passing scenery. “This drive is taking forever.”
I understood her frustration. We had been on the road for over two hours, and we still had a long way to go. Layla loved visiting her grandma, but the journey always seemed endless to her. I needed to cheer her up.
“How about we listen to some music?” I suggested with a smile.
She shrugged, still not looking at me. I knew just the thing that would lift her spirits. I reached for my phone and connected it to the car’s Bluetooth. A few taps later, her favorite song filled the car. It was a catchy, upbeat tune she couldn’t resist.
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I started singing along, my voice a bit off-key, but I didn’t care. I glanced at Layla and saw a small smile starting to form on her lips. She looked at me, her eyes brightening just a bit.
“Come on, Layla, sing with me,” I encouraged her.
She hesitated for a moment but then started to sing along softly. Her voice was sweet and clear, and soon, she was singing louder, matching my enthusiasm.
We sang together, our voices blending as we drove down the highway. The mood in the car lifted, and for a little while, the drive didn’t seem so long.
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Since my husband left the family, Layla had often seemed sad. She missed him, and I could see it in her eyes every day. I tried my best to cheer her up, to make her feel loved and safe.
It wasn’t easy, but I was determined. At that time, it seemed to me that as long as I took care of Layla, my fears and anxieties would disappear, distracting me from all my problems.
I glanced at Layla again, seeing her smile as she sang. It warmed my heart. She was such a brave little girl, handling things much better than I expected.
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I knew she missed her dad, but she rarely talked about it. Instead, she bottled up her feelings, and it broke my heart to see her like that.
“Layla, I’m so proud of you,” I said softly during a break in the song. She looked at me, surprised. “You’re handling everything so well. I know it’s tough, but you’re doing great.”
“Thanks, Mom,” she replied, her voice quiet but sincere.
We continued singing, the miles flying by as we enjoyed the music and each other’s company. At that moment, I realized that maybe, just maybe, things were going to be okay.
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Layla’s happiness became my anchor, and I knew I had to stay strong for her. And in doing so, I found strength in myself that I never knew I had.
My mom lived in another state, so the drive to her took hours. The road seemed endless, and fatigue started to weigh on me.
Not only was it hard for Layla, but it was also tough for me to spend hours behind the wheel. The trees and fields blurred together as we drove on, the hum of the engine a constant background noise.
“Mom, I’m really tired of sitting,” Layla said, her voice tinged with a whine.
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“I know, sweetheart. It’s a long drive,” I replied, trying to keep my voice cheerful. “We’ll take a break soon, I promise.”
As we continued, I noticed the fuel gauge inching closer to empty. I decided to change our route slightly to stop at a gas station.
The car needed refueling, and I desperately needed a cup of coffee. My eyelids felt heavy, and my hands gripped the steering wheel tightly to stay focused.
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“Stop, stop!” she yelled, her voice filled with urgency.
Startled, I carefully pulled over to the side, stopped, and asked Layla why she was screaming. “What’s wrong, Layla? What happened?”
Layla pointed in the direction we came from. “There!”
I looked out the side window and saw a man in very dirty clothes. He was holding a sign that said “help” and was slowly limping towards my car.
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My heart raced as I examined him more closely. His clothes were torn and filthy, and he looked exhausted. Fear gripped me, and I instinctively started the engine again.
“Mom! What are you doing? He needs help!” Layla cried.
“Someone else will help him…” I replied, my voice shaky.
“There’s no one else! We have to help!” Layla insisted.
I tried to ignore my daughter because I didn’t trust this man. He looked dirty, and there was a reason no one was picking him up; something was off about him.
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“Sit quietly, dear,” I said firmly, my hands trembling as I gripped the steering wheel.
I continued driving, despite Layla’s protests, my mind racing with fear and doubt.
I pulled into the gas station to refuel the car. The bright lights of the station cut through the evening darkness. While the car was refueling, I decided to buy myself a coffee. I turned to Layla, who was staring out the window, her arms crossed.
“Layla, do you want to come with me?” I asked, hoping she’d agree and we could make up. “We can get something to drink.”
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She shook her head, still upset from the incident on the road. “No, I’ll stay here,” she said flatly, not even glancing my way.
No big deal, I thought, she’ll get over it. I’ll buy her a chocolate bar, and she’ll forget her grievances.
Trying to push away the unease that was creeping in, I stepped out of the car. The cool air felt refreshing on my face as I made my way into the gas station convenience store.
Inside, the store was brightly lit and smelled faintly of coffee and cleaning products. I walked over to the coffee machine, filled a cup, and added a bit of sugar. I could still feel that nagging feeling in the back of my mind, but I tried to brush it off.
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At the counter, the cashier smiled at me. “Long drive?” he asked, ringing up my coffee.
“Yeah,” I replied, forcing a smile. “Just need a little pick-me-up.”
I paid for the coffee and a chocolate bar for Layla. “Thanks,” I said, trying to sound cheerful. The cashier nodded, handing me my change.
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Finishing my coffee, I headed back to the car, the chocolate bar in my hand. But as I approached, I felt my heart drop. The car was empty. Layla was not inside.
Panic surged through me. I ran to the car, opening the door and checking the back seats. “Layla?” I called out, my voice trembling. “Layla, where are you?”
I looked around frantically, spotting a man in the next car over. “Excuse me, did you see a little girl?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “She was in my car a minute ago.”
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He shook his head, looking concerned. “No, I didn’t see anyone. Sorry.”
I rushed to the gas station worker who was outside checking the pumps. “Have you seen my daughter? She’s eight, with dark hair,” I asked, my voice rising with desperation.
The worker shook his head. “No, ma’am, I haven’t seen her. Maybe she went inside?”
I felt a cold dread wash over me. She must have gone to that man. My heart was pounding out of my chest; I was terrified. “Silly girl, anything could happen to her,” I muttered to myself, fear gripping me tighter with each passing second.
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I jumped back into the car and started it up, my hands shaking. I drove back down the road, my eyes scanning the sides for any sign of Layla. “Please, let her be okay,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
Nervously, I drove, my eyes darting back and forth, scanning the road. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and my heart pounded in my chest.
The trees and fields blurred past as I searched desperately for Layla. The minutes felt like hours.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I saw her. Layla was walking along the roadside, her small figure looking so fragile and alone. Relief washed over me as I pulled over beside her, the tires crunching on the gravel.
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“Get in the car immediately!” I shouted, my voice sharper than I intended. I had never raised my voice at her before, and I could see the fear in her eyes. Immediately, I regretted it.
Layla’s eyes widened, and she stopped in her tracks. “Mom…” she started, but her voice trailed off as she saw my panic-stricken face.
“Please, just get in the car,” I said more gently, trying to soften my tone.
She nodded, scared, and obediently climbed into the car. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself as I watched her buckle her seatbelt.
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“I’m sorry I yelled,” I said softly, turning to face her. “I was just so scared.”
“It’s okay, Mom,” Layla replied, her voice small. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
We sat in silence for a moment, the tension still hanging in the air. Finally, I broke the silence.
“Why did you leave the car, Layla? You know it’s not safe.”
She looked down at her hands, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “I wanted to help that man, Mom. He needed help, and no one else was stopping.”
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I sighed, torn between fear and admiration for my brave little girl. “Layla, people are bad. You can’t just trust strangers like that. It’s dangerous.”
Layla looked up at me, her eyes filled with determination. “But, Mom, we can’t suspect everyone of being bad. Just because Dad is a bad person doesn’t mean everyone else is.”
Her words surprised me. She was just a child, but she understood so much. “Mom, goodness always returns,” she added softly.
I stared at her, my heart swelling with pride and love. She was right. Maybe I had been too quick to judge. “I’m sorry, Layla. You’re right. We should help when we can. Let’s go back and see if we can find that man.”
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Layla’s face lit up with a smile. “Really, Mom?”
“Really,” I said, smiling back.
We turned the car around and drove back down the road. Very soon, we found him. He was in the same place, standing with the help sign. As we approached, he saw us and waved weakly before collapsing.
“Mom, he’s hurt!” Layla cried, unbuckling her seatbelt.
We rushed out of the car and ran over to him. He looked exhausted and dehydrated. I gave him some water, and Layla held his hand, offering him comfort.
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“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “My name is Michael. I just need a ride to the nearby town.”
I nodded, helping him to his feet. “We can do that. Let’s get you to the car.”
We helped him into the backseat, and Layla sat next to him, her curiosity shining through her concern. As we drove, she bombarded him with questions, her natural curiosity taking over.
“What happened to you?” she asked gently.
Michael sighed, looking out the window. “A day ago, a taxi driver robbed me and left me in the middle of the highway without my phone or wallet. I’ve been walking ever since, hoping someone would stop and help.”
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We drove Michael to the address he gave, and it turned out to be a large office building. The tall, glass structure gleamed under the sun. As soon as we pulled up, a guard immediately ran out to him, looking relieved.
“Mr. Michael! We’ve been looking for you everywhere. We were very worried,” the guard exclaimed, his face showing genuine concern.
It was obvious that Michael held a high position in this company. He nodded to the guard and turned to us with a grateful smile. “Thank you so much for bringing me here,” he said. “You really saved me.”
Michael approached me and said, “Can I have your phone number? I want to repay your kindness somehow.”
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I hesitated for a moment, then admitted, “Honestly, I was afraid to help you at first. It was all thanks to my daughter, Layla, that we stopped.”
Michael looked at Layla and smiled warmly. “Thank you, Layla. You have a very kind heart.” He then turned back to me. “But you did change your mind, and that’s what matters. It’s never too late to help someone.”
He promised that we would meet again and said goodbye. As we drove away, I reflected on the experience.
I will never forget this trip; even small children can sometimes teach us important lessons. Layla had shown me the power of kindness and the importance of helping others, no matter how difficult it might seem.
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