Young Woman Gets a Job as a Maid and Notices Mother’s Framed Photo in Boss’s Bedroom – Story of the Day

Caroline got a job as a cleaning lady in New York and went to her first assignment. It was a beautiful house in Manhattan, but something shocked her. There was a picture of her mother in the office. Then a man walked in.

“I’m going to do a great job,” Caroline psyched herself up in front of her first assignment. She and her friend, Melissa, moved to New York a few days ago to make their dreams of being Broadway stars come true.

But they needed to find jobs first to rent an apartment together. Luckily, Melissa got hired at a clothing store, and Caroline got a job at an agency for domestic cleaners.

It was perfect. It wasn’t that time-consuming, and she loved cleaning because it had a calming effect on her. Moreover, if no one else was home, she could practice her singing voice.

Caroline was going to her first assignment as a cleaning lady. | Source: Shutterstock

Caroline was going to her first assignment as a cleaning lady. | Source: Shutterstock

Unfortunately, her mother’s face popped into her mind before walking into her first home. Her mother, Helen, didn’t want her to chase after such silly dreams, much less live in New York.

Caroline was born and raised in Philadelphia, which wasn’t that far away. She didn’t have a father, and her mother never said a word about him. For some reason, Helen really hated New York. She also sheltered Caroline all her life, which was why she had to escape.

When she and Melissa planned their move, she knew her mother would not allow it. Caroline suspected she may even fake an illness just to get her to stay. But Caroline needed to fight for her dreams. It was her life. So, she left a tiny note on her mother’s dresser when she was asleep and ran away.

It had been several days, and Helen had not called her, which was weird. But Caroline assumed she was probably mad at her. Hopefully, she would get over it once Caroline debuted on Broadway. Now, it was time to focus on cleaning this house.

According to the agency director, an older man lives in the house alone, so it was not particularly messy in the first place. When Caroline finally walked inside using the key under the mat as was instructed, she wasted no time to start cleaning — first, the kitchen, then the living room, and moving towards the bedroom.

She noticed the pictures above the mantelpiece. | Source: Unplash

She noticed the pictures above the mantelpiece. | Source: Unplash

“I’m almost done, sir. But may I ask a question? Who is this woman?”

She hesitated a bit right at the entrance of a serious-looking office, but there were no instructions against coming in. She resolved not to touch too much around the desk and continued cleaning.

There was a beautiful fireplace with a mantelpiece on top and huge bookshelves along the opposite wall. It was the kind of office Caroline had only seen in movies.

She tidied as quickly and thoroughly as she could but stopped short at the mantelpiece. There were several pictures on top, but one caught her attention. A picture with her mother’s face. She was at least 18 years younger, but it was her. “Why is my mother in this man’s pictures?” she wondered out loud.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps and an older man entered the office. “Oh hello there! You must be the new cleaning lady. I’m Richard Smith. I own this house,” the man introduced himself with a warm smile. “Are you done in here already?”

“I’m almost done, sir. But may I ask a question?” Caroline hesitated, hoping that the man wouldn’t be mad if she asked about the image. “Who is this woman?”

The man moved closer to see what picture she was talking about. | Source: Pexels

The man moved closer to see what picture she was talking about. | Source: Pexels

“Who?” he wondered, moving closer to her and putting on his glasses. “Ah yes. That’s Helen. She was the love of my life.”

Caroline’s senses started pinging. “What happened to her?” She couldn’t help but ask.

“She died during a bus crash. She was pregnant at the time too. I couldn’t even go to the funeral because her mother hated me. It was crazy… I tried to move on and never did. To this day, I still love and miss her,” Richard responded, removing his glasses and moving towards his chair.

“Sir, I’m sorry to intrude like this, and thank you for telling me. But this woman… she looks so much like my mother. It’s insane,” Caroline revealed.

The older man frowned at her. “What do you mean?”

“Well, my mother, Helen, looks exactly like this woman. Obviously, she’s older now, but the resemblance is uncanny. I’m 98% sure this is her,” she continued, facing Richard but gesturing toward the photograph.

Richard dialed right there from his desk. | Source: Pexels

Richard dialed right there from his desk. | Source: Pexels

“Helen? Your mother’s name is Helen? Where did you grow up?”

“Philadelphia,” she answered, shrugging her shoulders. Her eyes widened now that she realized that if that was Helen, then this man might be her father.

Richard covered his mouth with his hands. “This is not possible…” he whispered. “Can I have your mother’s phone number?”

“Sure,” she said and gave it to him.

“Can you stay here while I call her?” he requested, and Caroline agreed.

He dialed right there from his office phone, and her mother’s voice answered after a few rings. “Hello? Is it you, Caroline?”

Richard looked up at Caroline for a second but decided to speak up first. “Is this Helen Geller?”

“Yes. Who am I speaking to?” Helen asked from the other end of the line.

He told her about the alleged bus crash. | Source: Pexels

He told her about the alleged bus crash. | Source: Pexels

“Helen, it’s Richard,” he continued, his voice starting to get emotional.

“Richard, who? Wait a minute. Richard Morris? What do you want after all these years?” Helen asked, her voice hardening for some reason.

Caroline and Richard started at each other in confusion, but he continued. “What do you mean after all these years? I thought you were dead!”

“What?”

Richard explained what he knew of the alleged accident when he had lost his future wife and unborn baby. He also explained how Helen’s mother didn’t allow him at the funeral and refused to tell him anything afterward. But Helen had no idea what he was talking about and told him what she knew.

“My mother told me that you called and decided you wanted nothing to do with me. So I raised my daughter on my own,” Helen revealed, and Caroline was shocked by this turn of events.

Caroline wanted to make it on Broadway first. | Source: Pexels

Caroline wanted to make it on Broadway first. | Source: Pexels

“That’s not… Helen, I would never abandon you. I never moved on. I still thought of you every day. I mourned you. I’ve been in pain thinking about you and our kid for almost two decades,” Richard continued, but Helen was quiet.

“I can’t believe Mom would do this. But well, that was her way. I don’t know what do now,” Helen finally stated. “Wait. How did you find out I was still alive?”

“Mom, I’m here,” Caroline chimed in at last. She hurriedly explained what happened and reassured her mother that she was fine in New York.

“I can’t believe this is happening at all. I can’t even ask my mother why she would do something so cruel to us. She died years ago. But anyway, when are you coming back home, Caroline?” Helen asked, in a firmer voice toward her daughter.

“I’m not coming back until I make it on Broadway. And now, well… now I have another reason to stay here,” Caroline continued, looking at Richard with a tiny smile.

They broke the ice with one silly statement. | Source: Pexels

They broke the ice with one silly statement. | Source: Pexels

“Fine, but I’m coming up to New York soon,” Helen said and hung up. Richard and Caroline started at each other in silence for a few moments before either of them spoke up.

“So, I guess you’re my dad,” she chirped. He laughed, and that’s how they broke the ice.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Let your children pursue their dreams. Caroline ran away because her mother was overprotective. You should guide your children but let them decide what to do with their lives.
  • Some parents don’t have your best interests at heart. Helen’s mother did something horrible to her and Richard, and they would never know why.

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Entitled Couple on Plane Demands I Cover My Face Because My Scars ‘Scare’ Them — Flight Attendant & Captain Put Them in Their Place

When Carla boards a flight, her healing scars become the target of a cruel couple’s disgust, igniting a tense confrontation in the cabin. What begins as silent endurance soon escalates as the couple demands action, forcing the crew to step in.

The airport felt colder than usual, or maybe it was just the way people stared. I kept my head down, gripping my boarding pass like it was the only thing holding me together.

A woman prepared to board a plane | Source: Pexels

A woman prepared to board a plane | Source: Pexels

The scar across my face was still healing, but it already felt like it had carved itself into my identity. People didn’t see me anymore, they saw the scar first.

The injury happened a month ago in a car accident. I had been a passenger, and when the airbag deployed, a shard of glass sliced deep into my face. The doctors were quick to act, stitching me up with precision, but they couldn’t prevent the jagged line from forming.

Doctors at work | Source: Pexels

Doctors at work | Source: Pexels

My dermatologist called it “early scar tissue,” raw, shiny, and red. It stretched from an inch above my hairline, down my brow, cutting across my cheek, and ending near my jawline. Part of my eyebrow would never grow back, and my cheek had an indentation where the cut had been deepest.

For weeks, my face was covered in bandages. At first, I couldn’t bear to look in the mirror. But as the wounds closed and the bandages came off, I had no choice but to face it.

A woman with bandages covering her face | Source: Midjourney

A woman with bandages covering her face | Source: Midjourney

My friends tried to cheer me up, calling it badass, even sexy in a mysterious way. I tried to believe them, but it was hard when strangers stared or looked away too quickly.

The healing process was slow and uncomfortable. Every morning, I applied the creams and ointments the dermatologist recommended, ensuring the skin stayed clean and hydrated.

A woman with cream on her face | Source: Midjourney

A woman with cream on her face | Source: Midjourney

But no amount of care could change the shiny, slick appearance or the harsh red lines that seemed to scream for attention. I knew they’d fade over time, but the thought of them never disappearing entirely sat heavy in my chest.

Now, as I walked to my seat on the plane, I could feel every pair of eyes on me. I dropped into the window seat, my heart racing.

A woman settling into her window seat | Source: Pexels

A woman settling into her window seat | Source: Pexels

At least I’d boarded early, avoiding the crowds. I slipped my headphones on, letting the music drown out my worries. Closing my eyes, I prayed for a peaceful, uneventful flight.

I woke up to voices. Loud ones.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” a man grumbled. “These are our seats?” His tone was sharp, like he was angry at the world.

A close-up shot of a grumpy man | Source: Pexels

A close-up shot of a grumpy man | Source: Pexels

“Row 5B and 5C,” a woman’s voice replied, clipped and impatient. “It’s fine. Just sit down.”

The couple settled into the seats next to me with a lot of huffing and shuffling. I kept my eyes closed, hoping they’d leave me alone. The man had a rough, gravelly voice. “I don’t believe this. We pay for this flight, and this is what we get? Last-minute seats next to —” He stopped.

A grumpy couple on a plane | Source: Midjourney

A grumpy couple on a plane | Source: Midjourney

“Next to what?” the woman asked, her voice rising. “Oh.” I felt her eyes on me. My skin prickled. “You’ve got to be joking.”

I stayed still, my heart pounding. Please just stop talking.

“Hey, lady!” the man barked. I opened my eyes slowly and turned toward him. He flinched, then scowled. “Can’t you cover that up or something?”

Young woman with scars on her face | Source: Midjourney

Young woman with scars on her face | Source: Midjourney

I blinked, too stunned to speak.

“Tom,” the woman hissed, covering her nose with her sweater sleeve. “That’s disgusting. How did they even let her board like that?”

“Exactly!” Tom leaned forward, pointing a finger at me. “This is a public place, you know? People don’t need to see… that.”

A disgusted couple | Source: Midjourney

A disgusted couple | Source: Midjourney

I felt my face flush. The words caught in my throat. I wanted to explain, to tell them it wasn’t something I could help, but no sound came out.

“Are you just going to sit there?” the woman said, her voice sharp and nasally. “Unbelievable.”

Tom leaned into the aisle and waved down a flight attendant. “Hey! Can you do something about this? My girlfriend is freaking out.”

A flight attendant in the isle | Source: Unsplash

A flight attendant in the isle | Source: Unsplash

The flight attendant approached, her expression calm but serious. “Is there a problem, sir?”

“Yeah, there’s a problem,” Tom said. “Look at her!” He jabbed a thumb in my direction. “It’s upsetting my girlfriend. Can you move her to the back or something?”

The attendant’s eyes shifted to me. Her face softened for a moment before she turned back to the man. “Sir, all passengers are entitled to their seats. Is there something I can help you with?”

Flight attendant talking to the passengers | Source: Unsplash

Flight attendant talking to the passengers | Source: Unsplash

“I just told you!” Tom snapped. “She’s sitting there looking like that. It’s gross. She should have to cover it up or move.”

The woman added, “I can’t even look at her. I’ll throw up.”

The flight attendant straightened, her tone cool and firm. “Sir, ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to lower your voices. This kind of behavior is not acceptable.”

An angry middle-aged man talking to a flight attendant on a plane | Source: Midjourney

An angry middle-aged man talking to a flight attendant on a plane | Source: Midjourney

Tom scoffed. “Behavior? What about her behavior? It’s inconsiderate! She’s scaring people!”

The attendant ignored him and crouched slightly toward me. “Miss, are you okay?”

I nodded stiffly, barely holding back tears.

The attendant stood tall again. “I’ll be right back,” she said, her voice steady. “Excuse me for a moment.”

A flight attendant confronting an angry passenger | Source: Midjourney

A flight attendant confronting an angry passenger | Source: Midjourney

As she walked toward the cockpit, Tom leaned back in his seat, muttering under his breath. The woman beside him folded her arms and glared out the aisle. I stared at the window, wishing I could disappear.

The cabin was quiet except for the low hum of the engines. I kept my eyes on the seatback in front of me, trying not to cry. A few rows back, someone whispered. I imagined they were talking about me.

A sad woman with a scar | Source: Midjourney

A sad woman with a scar | Source: Midjourney

The intercom crackled. The captain’s voice came through, calm but firm.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We’ve been made aware of behavior that does not align with the respectful environment we strive to maintain on this flight. Let me remind everyone that harassment or discrimination of any kind will not be tolerated. Please treat your fellow passengers with dignity.”

The pilots of the plane | Source: Pexels

The pilots of the plane | Source: Pexels

The announcement sent a ripple through the cabin. Heads turned, passengers shifting in their seats as they glanced toward row 5. I caught sight of someone across the aisle shaking their head in disapproval, and my stomach twisted.

The flight attendant returned, standing tall and composed. She leaned into our row and addressed the couple directly. “Mr. and Ms., I’ll need you to move to seats 22B and 22C at the back of the plane.”

A flight attendant talking to passengers | Source: Midjourney

A flight attendant talking to passengers | Source: Midjourney

The man looked stunned. “What?” he barked. “We’re not moving!”

“Sir,” the flight attendant said firmly, “this is not negotiable. Your behavior has disrupted the flight, and we need to ensure a comfortable environment for all passengers.”

“This is ridiculous,” the woman snapped, pulling her sweater tighter around her. “Why are we the ones being punished? She’s the one causing the problem!”

A young woman shouting at flight attendants | Source: Midjourney

A young woman shouting at flight attendants | Source: Midjourney

The flight attendant didn’t flinch. “Ma’am, your new seats are ready. Please gather your belongings.”

The man scowled, his face flushed red with anger. “This is insane,” he muttered, yanking his bag from under the seat. The woman followed, grumbling loudly as she snatched her purse. Passengers nearby watched silently, their expressions ranging from disapproval to quiet satisfaction.

A dissatisfied couple walking | Source: Midjourney

A dissatisfied couple walking | Source: Midjourney

As the couple shuffled down the aisle, someone clapped. Then another. The sound grew, scattering applause throughout the cabin. I bit my lip, trying to hold back tears. Not from embarrassment this time, but from the strange, unexpected comfort of the gesture.

The flight attendant turned to me, her expression soft. “Miss, I want to apologize for what happened. No one should have to experience that.”

A nice flight attendant talking to a woman | Source: Midjourney

A nice flight attendant talking to a woman | Source: Midjourney

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

“We have an open seat in business class,” she continued. “We’d like to move you there as a gesture of goodwill. Would that be okay?”

I hesitated. “I don’t want to cause trouble.”

“You’re not causing trouble,” she said, her voice kind. “Please. Let us take care of you.”

An unsure woman on a plane | Source: Midjourney

An unsure woman on a plane | Source: Midjourney

I nodded, murmuring, “Thank you.”

As I settled into my new seat, she brought me a cup of coffee and a small bag of cookies, then left me to relax. I stared out the window, the clouds a soft white blur against the endless blue. My breathing slowed, the knot in my chest loosening.

A woman with a book and a coffee in a window seat | Source: Freepik

A woman with a book and a coffee in a window seat | Source: Freepik

For the first time in what felt like weeks, I let myself cry. Quiet tears slid down my cheeks. I thought about my friends’ words, how they’d told me I was still me, scars and all. “You’re still beautiful,” one had said. “You’re just fierce now too.”

I looked out the window again. The clouds seemed endless, stretching far into the horizon. My tears stopped. I took a deep breath, the air filling my lungs like a promise.

A woman looking at her phone on a plane | Source: Pexels

A woman looking at her phone on a plane | Source: Pexels

As the plane glided forward, I felt something I hadn’t in weeks: hope.

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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