When I gifted my daughter a house and car for her new life, I never imagined her in-laws would claim it all—and reduce her to their unpaid maid. They crossed a line, and I made sure they’d never forget who really held the keys.
I missed my only daughter’s wedding.
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I was recovering from surgery abroad. I begged my doctor to let me fly, but he said, “You’re lucky to be standing. Don’t push it.” My heart broke when I saw the pictures from the wedding — Ava in white, her smile so wide it made me cry.
But I couldn’t be there.
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I wanted to give her something big. Something that showed I was still with her, even from far away. So, I bought her and her husband, Jacob, a house. Not just helped with it — bought it outright.
Same with the car. A little gray SUV. Good for groceries, work, or weekend trips.
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Everything was done legally. The house was in my name. So was the car. I trusted them, but life can be strange. It’s easier to gift something later than to get it back once it’s gone.
Once I was well enough, I booked a flight and packed my bags. I couldn’t wait to see her. To hug her. To see her life as a wife. I didn’t tell her I was coming. I wanted it to be a surprise.
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But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.
I let myself in with the key Ava had sent me months ago. The house was quiet. Then I heard something from the kitchen — a soft scrubbing sound.
There she was. My Ava. On her knees. Scrubbing the floor with a bucket and sponge. Her hair was tied back. Her face looked pale.
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In the living room, on the couch, sat Charles and Linda — her in-laws. They were eating lunch, watching TV.
Linda didn’t even look up. “Don’t forget the hallway this time,” she said, chewing loudly.
“Yeah,” Charles added. “This plate’s still dirty. Wash it again.”
I stood there frozen.
Ava saw me and gasped. “Mom? What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to surprise you,” I said softly.
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She got up fast and wiped her hands on her pants. “Let’s talk later, okay? Just… not now.”
Charles glanced at me. “Oh. You must be the mother.”
Linda smiled, tight-lipped. “Nice of you to drop by.”
I didn’t answer. I just watched.
Dinner that night felt like a quiet ache in my chest.
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Ava moved through the kitchen with tired grace, stirring the pot, flipping the meat, setting the table. She did it all alone, without a word from anyone else. Charles stayed on the couch, glued to the TV, while Linda sat near the window, scrolling through her phone and humming softly to herself.
“It smells a little burnt,” Linda muttered, not even bothering to glance up.
Ava carried the plates over and softly called, “Dinner’s ready.”
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Charles didn’t move. “Bring it here,” he said. “I’m in the middle of something.”
She obeyed without complaint, walking back and forth between the kitchen and the couch. No one said thank you.
Linda took one bite and shook her head. “Too dry. Did you cook this too long?”
Charles grunted. “Needs salt.”
Ava smiled faintly and nodded. “I’ll do better next time.”
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I watched her carefully. Her hands moved out of habit, her eyes dull with exhaustion. When the meal ended, she quietly cleared the plates and started washing dishes. Not a soul offered to help.
I walked up beside her. “Why are you doing everything?” I asked softly.
She didn’t stop scrubbing. “They’re just staying for a while. It’s temporary.”
“How long has it been?”
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She paused. “Since the wedding.”
“And they think Jacob bought the house?”
Ava glanced at me, then looked down. “Yes. I didn’t correct them. It just seemed easier that way.”
I took a deep breath. “Easier for who, sweetheart?”
She didn’t answer.
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That night, I couldn’t sleep. I lay awake, listening to the stillness of the house. My mind kept playing it over — Ava running herself ragged, while Charles and Linda lived like royalty in a home they thought was theirs.
She tiptoed around them like a guest in her own life.
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The next morning, I stood at the front window and looked out at the car in the driveway. It was spotless. Not a smudge on the paint. It looked like it hadn’t missed a single outing.
Ava walked by with a basket of laundry, her hair tied back, sleeves rolled up. “Do you ever drive it?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No. They use it. I don’t really go anywhere anymore. I don’t have time.”
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That simple sentence hit me like a stone.
They had taken more than just her space. They had taken her freedom. Her voice. Her joy. I saw it now — how small she’d become in her own home, trying not to offend, trying to keep the peace.
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And Jacob? He was away on another work trip, unaware or unwilling to see what was happening under his own roof. Maybe he didn’t know. Maybe Ava didn’t tell him. Or maybe she thought it wasn’t worth the trouble.
I looked at my daughter — pale, quiet, too polite to ask for more — and I knew I couldn’t leave things the way they were.
Something had to change.
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Later that afternoon, I asked everyone to come into the kitchen. Charles shuffled in, remote still in hand. Linda followed, sighing as she sat and crossed her legs.
“What is this, a meeting now?” she said with a smirk.
Ava glanced at me, worried. “Mom?”
I straightened my back. “Yes. A house meeting.”
My voice was steady. My mind was made up. I took a breath and began.
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“I’ve been here for two days,” I said calmly. “And I’ve watched my daughter do every bit of cooking, cleaning, laundry, and driving. While the two of you relax like you’re on vacation.”
Linda let out a dry laugh. “We’re guests. We don’t follow housemaid schedules.”
I didn’t blink. “You’re not guests. You’ve been living here for months. Eating, showering, doing laundry, using the car — all without lifting a finger.”
Charles shifted in his chair. “What’s your point?”
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“My point,” I said, “is simple. If you live in this house, you contribute. Ava is not your maid.”
Linda rolled her eyes. “You can’t just come in here and change the rules. This is Jacob’s house. Not yours.”
I paused for a moment, then looked her dead in the eye.
“No. It’s not Jacob’s house,” I said. “It’s mine.”
They both froze.
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“What are you talking about?” Charles asked, his voice rising.
“I bought this house. The deed is in my name. I also bought the car. It’s registered to me.”
Linda’s mouth opened, then closed. Her face turned a shade of red I hadn’t seen before.
“You’re joking,” she finally said.
“I’m not,” I replied. “This house was a gift for Ava — something I wanted her to enjoy when the time was right. But legally, it still belongs to me.”
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Linda took a step forward. “We have nowhere else to go! You can’t just kick us out!”
I looked at her, calm as ever. “That’s not Ava’s responsibility. Or mine.”
“But we’re family—”
“No,” I interrupted. “You’re extended family, not royalty. If you want to stay, you pull your weight. If not, you can pack your things and go.”
Silence fell. You could hear the hum of the refrigerator.
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Ava stood frozen, lips parted.
I turned to her and softened my tone. “Sweetheart, you deserve better than this. This is your home. And it’s time you lived in it like it is.”
Ava swallowed hard. Her eyes brimmed with tears. Then, barely above a whisper, she said, “Thank you.”
That was enough.
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Within the week, Charles and Linda packed up and left. No big farewell. Just a slammed door and the sound of tires on gravel.
Ava collapsed into my arms that evening, her body shaking. “I didn’t know how to say no,” she cried.
“You don’t have to explain,” I said, holding her tight. “You were trying to keep the peace. But peace isn’t peace if it costs you everything.”
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We spent the next few days reclaiming her space. We rearranged the furniture, cleaned the closets, and opened every window in the house. Sunlight poured in. Ava laughed more. She moved easier. She started humming while making coffee.
On Saturday, I tossed her the keys. “Let’s take that car for a spin.”
We drove with the windows down, wind in our hair, music playing loud. For the first time in months, I saw her smile without effort.
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That night, as we sat in the quiet living room, she rested her head on my shoulder.
“I forgot what it felt like to be me,” she whispered.
I kissed the top of her head.
She’s not a maid. She’s not a servant. She’s my daughter. And no one gets to forget that.
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For 10 Years Old Man Sits on a Chair by the Sea Daily, One Day Two Boys See the Chair Empty – Story of the Day
Two brothers would see an old man sitting by the sea every day on the same chair. One day, they were bothered when they found the chair empty and decided to find out why.
Adam, 8, and Peter, 10, visited the seaside with their mom Alice every day. They would walk together along the shore, enjoying the sea breeze.
Every single day, they would come across an old man who would sit motionlessly on a chair, watching the waves. “Mom, is that man okay?” Adam asked one day.
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“He is, sweetheart. He just likes to be alone. People have tried to talk to him, but he always just tries to avoid people. Let’s not bother him,” Alice replied.
The brothers couldn’t help but feel drawn towards the old man. They were curious as to why he would sit motionlessly on the same chair every day.
One day, they thought of a plan to approach him. While playing catch, they threw the frisbee in his direction so that they could come closer. When they ran up and apologized, the old man said, “You threw it here on purpose. I know you did… You,” he said, pointing at Adam, “you are great at throwing. And you,” the old man smiled, pointing at Peter, “are great at catching. So I know this was not an accident.”
The brothers’ eyes widened in shock. They didn’t know that the old man had been observing them, too.
For some reason, despite Alice knowing that the man didn’t talk to other people, he indulged the two boys in a long conversation. After they introduced one another, Peter finally asked the question they’ve been longing to ask: “Sir, why do you sit out here every day and watch the sea?”
“Well, I am here waiting for my brother. I have been waiting here for 10 years,” he responded. Adam and Peter looked at each other, confused.
“We were in the army together and were separated and sent to different countries. This happened a long time ago. When we last saw each other, we promised to meet at the same place, right here, where we constantly used to walk with our mother,” the old man explained.
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“You wait for your brother every day?” Adam asked. “How do you know he’s still coming?” he asked. The old man smiled at Adam’s innocence.
“That’s the thing. I don’t know if he’s coming. I used to come, years ago, but my work transferred me to another city. Now, for the past 10 years of living here, I’ve been coming daily. They gave me his army dog tag, but they never found him. He is still missing,” he said, taking his brother’s dog tag out of his pocket.
Adam and Peter were sitting beside each other at that moment. The old man patted their heads and said, “That’s why you must take care of each other, boys. Brotherly love is the greatest strength in the world.”
After sharing his story, the old man introduced himself as Walter. The boys enjoyed his company that ever since that day, they would make it a point to spend time with him, bringing sandwiches and drinks. They would spend the afternoons talking and listening to each other’s stories.
One day, Walter and the brothers were surprised to see each other walking in the same direction while on the way home. “We live near each other!” Peter exclaimed. Walter couldn’t help but smile.
“I guess we do, sweet boy,” Walter said, waving before he entered his house.
The two boys felt extremely close to Walter already, after days of talking to him. They were so moved by Walter’s story that they decided to use social media to spread it, hoping to find his brother.
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One day, they went to the beach to find him and tell him about what they did. But when they got there, he was not at his usual spot. “He comes here every day! Every single day! Why isn’t he here?” Adam asked his mom.
“This can’t be. Something must have happened to him. We need to go to his house,” Peter said. At that, Alice allowed them to check Walter’s house by accompanying them there.
When they got there, they knocked. After a couple of seconds, Walter opened the door. The boys exhaled with relief. “Walter! Why didn’t you come to the beach today? Have you given up?” Adam asked him. Walter was smiling. Behind him stood a man who looked exactly like him.
The two boys were taken by surprise when the man suddenly shouted, “IT’S THEM! THOSE TWO BOYS POSTED ON THE INTERNET! I RECOGNIZED THEM RIGHT AWAY!”
Walter’s brother, James, found him thanks to the publication that Adam and Peter had put up. Walter smiled and hugged the two boys. “Thank you for finding my brother after forty-four long years,” he said, giving them both hugs.
It turns out that James was injured at the battle he was in, and he ended up losing his memory. He was sent back to the US, where he was diagnosed with dissociative amnesia caused by the overwhelming stress brought about by the war.
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“I was told I would likely regain my memory either slowly, or all at once. In the past few decades, I slowly started to remember things like my first name, the fact that I lived in California, but nothing conclusive enough to bring back my old life,” James explained.
“Then one day, I was looking through the internet when I saw a post by these two sweet boys. It had a photo of you, Walter, and I suddenly remembered you and our brotherhood. I just knew we were brothers. I made my way to the address they posted right away,” he added.
At that, Walter and James took out their army dog tags from their pockets and handed one each to Adam and Peter. “We no longer need this. Because of you, we’ve found each other again. These are yours now. May it be a reminder to always take care of each other,” Walter said.
As they lived near each other, Adam and Peter would always visit Walter and James, who ended up moving in with his brother.
What can we learn from this story?
- Keeping the faith can be rewarding. Every day, Walter hoped that his brother would show up. One day, after choosing to share his story with Adam and Peter, his brother eventually showed up.
- The most unexpected relationships can mean the most. Adam and Peter never thought they’d get close to Walter, but when they did, and it brought about life-changing memories for everyone.
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