Alice was suspicious that the boy who often collected leftovers from her restaurant was hiding something, so she decided to follow him one day. But what she discovered along the way astounded her.
“You got lucky, kid. We have plenty of leftovers today, and you can take all of it home,” said Steve. He was the head chef at Alice’s restaurant and would frequently keep the leftovers for Christopher, the little child who often dropped by their restaurant for food.
“Oh really? Is it actually so much food? Do I have enough to share with my friends?” Christopher’s eyes lit up.
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“Yes, Chris,” Steve replied with a huge smile. “Just wait here; I’ll get the packets for you.”
Christopher was delighted after receiving the food packets. He thanked Steve with a huge smile, waved goodbye, and walked away happily.
Alice, on the other hand, had no idea this was common practice at her restaurant until she saw Christopher leave one night. However, she wasn’t convinced that he was the type to eat leftovers to keep his stomach full. “I should find out what happened to this kid. After all, he doesn’t look homeless,” she thought to herself as she watched him walk away.
For the next few days, she waited for him to come back, and when he did the third day, she met him at the restaurant. “Hi, there. Are you here for the leftovers?” she asked him gently.
“Yes!” Chris replied cheerfully. “Can you please call the cook? He must have kept those packets for me.”
Alice gave him a warm smile. “Well, there’s no need for that. I’ve prepared some fresh food for you so that you don’t eat the leftovers. By the way, what’s your name?”
“Oh, that’s really sweet of you, thank you,” Christopher replied. “My full name is Christopher, but you may call me Chris.”
“So, why don’t you eat at home, Chris?” Alice asked. “Is your mom sick?”
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Christopher’s expression changed. “Well, actually … I live at an orphanage, and they don’t feed me well. Every time I come here, your employees help me. I’m grateful to you for that. Anyway, I’ll leave now,” he said and hurried away.
Alice had a sneaking suspicion that the boy had been hiding something all along. So that day, she decided to follow him. And what she saw next left her stunned.
Instead of stopping at an orphanage, Chris went to a house, left the bag of food on the porch, and ran away. Soon, an older woman came out; she looked around in puzzlement, took the bag, and went back inside.
Alice was about to knock on the door and ask that lady who she was and how she knew Christopher, but before she could, she got an urgent call from the restaurant and had to leave.
The next day when Christopher came to the restaurant again, she was already waiting for him. “There’s something you need to explain to me, Chris. I know you’ve been taking the food for somebody else. Be honest, who is she?”
“I’m sorry, I lied to you,” Chris instantly admitted. “But I’ve been taking food for my granny. She’s the only family I have now.”
Alice was stunned. “Then why do you stay in an orphanage?”
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Chris frowned. “When my parents passed away, my grandmother didn’t get custody because she wasn’t financially stable. She can’t even afford food, so every day, I collect food from here and drop it off at her house.”
Alice was proud of how Chris was looking after his old grandmother, but at the same time, she felt terrible for their situation. So that day, she went to his grandmother and told her everything. Christopher’s grandmother Edith was taken aback when she realized it was her grandson who had been placing food packs on her doorstep all along.
“Is it really my grandson?” Edith almost broke into tears. “Oh, my God. I miss him terribly! I’m sorry I couldn’t be of assistance to him.”
“Don’t worry, ma’am,” Alice assured her. “There’s a way I can help you and your grandson.”
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That day, Alice went to the orphanage where Christopher stayed and applied for the boy’s custody. Fortunately, the formalities were quickly completed, and Christopher was able to return to his grandmother’s home.
“I don’t know how to repay you for what you’ve done Alice,” Edith thanked her. “I’ve always wanted to be with my grandson, but the circumstances were such that—” Edith began crying.
“There’s no need to thank me, ma’am,” Alice replied. “I was more than happy to help. Since I lost both of my parents when I was young, I understand the value of being surrounded by loved ones.”
Edith took Alice’s hands in hers. “I can’t make up for it, but you’re welcome to come to see us whenever you want. After all, you’re like family to us.”
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“That’s sweet of you, ma’am,” Alice said, almost tear-eyed. “I would love to do that. I already like Chris a lot. He’s a nice boy.”
“Oh yes, he is,” Edith agreed. “Now, I just need the means to support him.”
“Oh, in that case, I have something to offer you…”
Edith had thought that Alice would offer her a job at the restaurant, but when she heard what it was, she burst into tears again.
“I know it might be a bit too much to ask for, but ever since I lost my parents, I have had no one to look after me,” Alice said. “So, I’m looking for someone who will love me like a mother. I’m hoping you’ll accept the position. As far as Chris’ education is concerned, it’s my responsibility because I’m his guardian.”
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“Of course, honey,” Edith replied as he embraced her. “I’ll never be able to repay your generosity. You literally appeared in our lives like an angel.”
“You don’t need to thank me,” Alice said. “I have a family now because of you, and I think that’s the greatest wealth I can ever have.”
What can we learn from this story?
- Not all heroes wear capes. Alice saved Christopher and his grandmother from misery and played the role of a hero in their lives.
- Learn to be compassionate and kind to others. Just how Alice was to Christopher and his grandmother Edith.
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Tears Overwhelmed Me After Uncovering My Husband’s Scheme with My MIL, Leading to Their Expulsion from Our Home
At 27, managing a household with a loving but often preoccupied husband, a lively three-year-old, and a newborn feels akin to performing a ballet on a tightrope. My husband, Alex, aged 36, has been my steadfast partner throughout our shared chaos. We’ve enjoyed seven years of marriage, and we recently celebrated the arrival of our baby boy, Sam, just two weeks ago.
Our relationship has spanned nearly a decade, yet it took an unexpected turn last week. Alex’s mother, Kathy, had been deeply hurt by her second husband, and in her vulnerability, she turned to Alex for comfort. Without consulting me, Alex invited her to stay with us. Given her situation, I initially held back my objections—family should support each other, right?
That was my initial thought, until Kathy’s brief visit began to feel like an indefinite imposition. Kathy has always been vocal about her parenting beliefs, which she freely expressed during holiday gatherings. But living with her daily magnified her criticisms to an intolerable level.
Kathy continuously criticized my methods, particularly how I cared for Sam. Struggling with breastfeeding due to low milk supply—an issue I’ve come to terms with through numerous consultations with our pediatrician—Kathy viewed my use of formula as nearly criminal. Her rants about “squandered money” and comparisons to her own parenting left me feeling undermined in my own home.
Her criticisms extended beyond feeding. Kathy claimed my way of holding Sam was spoiling him, and she labeled my quick meal preparations for our daughter, Lily, as lazy. She would start her lectures with, “Back in my day,” dismissing the pediatrician’s advice and asserting her superior parenting knowledge.
The tension in our home was palpable. Alex attempted to mediate but often ended up making me feel more isolated as he struggled to balance his loyalties. My dread of facing another day of Kathy’s relentless critiques grew daily.
The breaking point came last night.
The atmosphere at home was charged with silent confrontations, turning dinner time into a battleground. Weighed down by exhaustion and the constant pressure, I sought a brief escape, asking Alex for a few minutes alone in the shower—a simple request for respite.
Kathy’s harsh response sliced through any hope of peace. She accused me of being lazy and gold-digging, suggesting that I was unfairly burdening Alex by asking him to momentarily step into a parental role. Her insinuation that I was reducing Alex to merely a babysitter was the last straw.
I had pleaded with Alex to address Kathy’s toxic attitude toward me and our household dynamics. Initially, he defended her, his maternal loyalty clouding his judgment. Yet, seeing the strain her presence put on me, he reluctantly agreed to speak with her. Clinging to hope, I believed we could overcome this together.
That hope was destroyed in the most painful way. Awakening in the middle of the night, I found Alex’s side of the bed empty. A chill of foreboding led me to the kitchen, where I stopped, overhearing a conversation that would crush any remaining trust.
“Listen, mom, tomorrow I will sell some of my wife’s jewelry and will rent you an apartment, ok?” Alex’s voice, once my comfort, now seemed alien.
Kathy’s reply twisted the knife deeper. “You know what she is like, how you tolerate her, she spoils your child. Doesn’t care about you at all. I’m not just telling her all this for nothing. I want you to be happy.”
Reeling from the betrayal, I confronted them, tears streaming down my face. I demanded that Kathy leave our home immediately. Alex tried to defend her, but it was too late. My heart wasn’t just broken by Kathy’s cruel words but by Alex’s participation in her schemes.
Overcome with anger and weeks of pent-up frustration, I erupted, “Go back to your own house!” My voice reverberated against our walls, contrasting starkly with the warmth it usually carried. “Mind your own parenting!”
Instead of support, Alex sided with Kathy. “You can’t do that to my own MIL,” he argued, aligning with her against me. His words felt like a betrayal, as if defending my dignity in my home was an act of cruelty.
Our argument escalated quickly, filled with high emotions and loud voices. “She has three other children she can stay with!” I cried out, my voice breaking. “What kind of husband lets his mother treat his wife this way?”
Ultimately, the house divided; Kathy and Alex left, the closing door marking a definitive end to our dispute. Left in the echoing silence, I felt completely isolated.
Feeling deserted, I turned to the only support I felt I had left—my sister and my mother. Their arrival brought some warmth back into the home, contrasting sharply with the coldness of Alex’s and Kathy’s departure. Together in the living room, I shared the full extent of the ordeal, my voice breaking as I recounted the painful events.
They offered me steadfast support, their presence soothing the raw edges of my emotions. Yet, despite their comforting presence, uncertainty about my future with Alex lingered. How could we possibly mend our relationship after such a betrayal?
As the night drew on, the emptiness of our house felt more pronounced, a reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. Without answers, only the heavy burden of uncertainty remained, making the path forward daunting.
With Alex gone, my family rallied around me, their actions reinforcing their support. My mother, driven by protective anger, gathered Alex’s belongings and placed them outside—a clear symbol of crossed boundaries. My father joined in, supporting us as we faced what seemed an insurmountable betrayal.
Support also came from unexpected places. My in-laws expressed their disappointment in Alex and Kathy, offering words of comfort during this tumultuous time.
As we discussed my next steps, the reality of potentially starting anew without Alex became clear. Consulting a divorce lawyer seemed a necessary step toward securing a future for myself and my children away from the toxicity that had seeped into our home.
In those moments, surrounded by my family’s unwavering support, I contemplated the future. Though laden with tough decisions, their presence reminded me of the resilience within me. The journey to healing and rebuilding would be long, but I was ready to take it—one step at a time.
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