Proprietário rico despeja senhora idosa pobre de casa alugada, vai a jantar em família e a vê lá — História do dia

Um senhorio sem coração dá um aviso a uma mulher que não paga o aluguel. Mas quando ele vai à casa da irmã para um jantar em família, ele fica chocado ao encontrá-la lá.

A vida é dura, e se torna ainda mais dura se os corações que nos cercam são feitos de pedra. Diane Salinger sabia sobre a vida. Aos sessenta e dois anos, ela tinha visto muito mais dias escuros do que ensolarados e chorou muitas lágrimas.

Mas Diane não era o tipo de mulher que desistia. Toda vez que a vida a derrubava, ela se levantava, pronta para lutar novamente. Ela havia perdido o marido três anos antes, então um tornado arrasou sua casa. Mas ela apenas pegou as estacas e começou tudo de novo.

Mesmo quando Diane explicou por que estava com o aluguel atrasado, Chris não demonstrou simpatia. | Fonte: Shutterstock.com

Mesmo quando Diane explicou por que estava com o aluguel atrasado, Chris não demonstrou simpatia. | Fonte: Shutterstock.com

Ela pegou suas economias e comprou uma pequena mercearia em uma cidadezinha de médio porte em Michigan. Era perfeita para ela. Uma cidade grande o suficiente para apreciar alguns dos itens exóticos que ela pretendia levar, pequena o suficiente para ser aconchegante e quente.

Aconchegante e caloroso pode descrever a comunidade em geral, mas não o senhorio de Diane, Chris Turkle. Foi de Chris que Diane alugou seu pequeno apartamento a uma curta distância da loja.

Quando as coisas ficam difíceis, é importante estarmos presentes um para o outro.

Até onde isso ia, Diane era a inquilina perfeita. Ela era quieta, não danificava a propriedade e sempre pagava o aluguel em dia. E então, um mês, ela estava com falta.

Chris abriu o dinheiro que havia tirado do envelope na frente de Diane e balançou na cara dela. “Faltam US$ 120, Sra. Salinger.”

A casa de Diane foi destruída por um tornado. | Fonte: Unsplash

A casa de Diane foi destruída por um tornado. | Fonte: Unsplash

Diane corou. “Como eu estava explicando, Sr. Turkle, já que muitas das pequenas empresas têm lutado durante a Covid… Bem, eu estendi crédito para algumas famílias necessitadas… E este mês, estou um pouco sem dinheiro. Mas você sabe que eu sou boa nisso! Eu vou pagar os $120 em duas semanas…”

“Se você está disposta a afundar interpretando Madre Teresa, esse é SEU problema”, Chris retrucou. “Eu, Sra. Salinger, sou um homem de negócios, não uma instituição de caridade! Quero você fora até o fim da semana!”

“Mas, Sr. Turkle…” Diane protestou. “É só por uma semana, e não vai acontecer de novo!”

Diane abriu uma pequena e adorável mercearia. | Fonte: Unsplash

Diane abriu uma pequena e adorável mercearia. | Fonte: Unsplash

“Aconteceu uma vez, e é o suficiente para mim, Sra. Salinger. Você está FORA.” Chris disse friamente, e ele virou as costas e saiu. Ele se sentiu bastante justificado. Ele tinha visto a mercearia de Diane, e ela fazia bons negócios.

Sempre havia pessoas entrando e saindo com pesadas sacolas de compras cheias de produtos de aparência deliciosa, e sua seção de delicatessen, ele tinha ouvido falar, era extremamente popular. “Falta de dinheiro mesmo!”, ele bufou para si mesmo. “Aproveitar é o que é!”

Chris foi para casa e se preparou para ir jantar na casa de sua irmãzinha. Vanessa era sua irmã favorita, e ele frequentemente se preocupava com ela. Ela havia se casado e se divorciado de um homem que parecia estar constantemente desempregado, e Vanessa trabalhava em dois empregos para sobreviver.

Ele se ofereceu para dar ao filho de 16 anos dela um emprego de fim de semana, mas Vanessa sempre recusava, corando. “Está tudo bem, Chris”, ela dizia. “Eu vou me virar!” Mas Chris tinha visto as sombras escuras sob os olhos dela e o quão fino seu rosto estava ficando.

Um mês, Diane estava com o aluguel atrasado. | Fonte: Unsplash

Um mês, Diane estava com o aluguel atrasado. | Fonte: Unsplash

Era o aniversário do sobrinho, então Chris colocou uma nota de $20 em um envelope e colocou no bolso do paletó. Então ele foi até a porta e andou os três quarteirões até a casa de Vanessa.

Ele bateu na porta, e Vanessa o recebeu com um sorriso feliz. Ela parecia mais relaxada e muito mais feliz. O que quer que ela estivesse cozinhando para o jantar tinha um cheiro delicioso, e sua boca encheu d’água.

“Olá!” ele disse, beijando-a na bochecha. “Onde está o aniversariante?”

“Jogando videogame com Diane!” Vanessa sorriu. “Entre!” Vanessa andou até as escadas e gritou: “Joss, Diane, desçam! É hora do jantar!”

"Quero você fora até o fim da semana!" | Fonte: Unsplash

“Quero você fora até o fim da semana!” | Fonte: Unsplash

Para desgosto de Chris, entrou a Sra. Salinger, a inquilina que ele tinha acabado de expulsar de sua propriedade, e ela parecia ter ótimas relações com seu sobrinho e sua irmã! Diane ficou igualmente chocada ao ver Chris, mas ela estava admiravelmente fria.

“Olá”, ela sorriu. “É bom ver você. Eu não sabia que você era irmão da Vanessa…”

Chris corou e limpou a garganta. “Ehr…Sim, minha irmã mais nova…você sabe…”

“Vamos, pessoal”, gritou Vanessa. “O assado vai esfriar!”

Chis ficou chocado ao ver Diana na casa de sua irmã. | Fonte: Pexels

Chis ficou chocado ao ver Diana na casa de sua irmã. | Fonte: Pexels

“Assado!”, gritou Joss. “Esse é o meu favorito… Mas mãe, eu sei que você só recebe na semana que vem! Como podemos pagar isso?”

Diane sorriu para Joss e deu um tapinha em sua mão. “Não se preocupe com isso”, ela disse. “O crédito da sua mãe é bom comigo. Isso cheira INCRÍVEL, e eu estou morrendo de fome!”

Em voz baixa, Chris se inclinou e perguntou: “Vanessa é a pessoa que você está ajudando?”

Diane sorriu. “Ela é uma delas”, ela respondeu. “Talvez ela não tenha te contado, mas um dos trabalhos dela não deu certo, então estou apenas ajudando até que ela se recupere.”

Chris sentiu uma onda de vergonha colorir suas bochechas. “Sinto muito por… você sabe… Mas por que Vanessa não vem até mim?”

O jantar foi um assado maravilhoso da loja de Diane. | ​​Fonte: Unsplash

O jantar foi um assado maravilhoso da loja de Diane. | ​​Fonte: Unsplash

Diane disse gentilmente: “Sabe, todos nós temos nosso orgulho. Vanessa quer se sustentar sozinha e criar seu filho. Ajuda de um amigo é uma coisa — ser um parente pobre pedindo caridade é outra.”

Chris sussurrou: “Vou te dizer uma coisa: de agora em diante, você tem o apartamento pela metade do preço. Pode chamar isso de um investimento no bem-estar da cidade e da minha irmã!”

No final da noite, Chris descobriu que Diane era uma mulher muito adorável e engraçada e que ele gostava muito da companhia dela. Naquela noite, sua percepção de sua comunidade mudou. Ele seguiria o exemplo de Diane. Ele daria uma mãozinha.

Depois daquele jantar, Chris começou a ajudar a comunidade. | Fonte: Unsplash

Depois daquele jantar, Chris começou a ajudar a comunidade. | Fonte: Unsplash

O que podemos aprender com essa história?

  • Quando as coisas ficam difíceis, é importante estar lá um para o outro. Diane estava ajudando discretamente as pessoas mais pobres da cidade vendendo-lhes comida a crédito que ela sabia que eles nunca poderiam pagar.
  • Ser capaz de admitir que você está errado e mudar seus caminhos é algo extraordinário. Chris não só percebeu que estava errado sobre Diane, mas também começou a ajudar aqueles que estavam lutando.

Compartilhe esta história com seus amigos. Pode alegrar o dia deles e inspirá-los.

Se você gostou desta história, talvez goste desta sobre uma garota curvilínea que chega a um jantar e descobre que seu noivo está lá com uma mulher assumindo sua identidade.

Family Gathers for Dinner at Grandma’s, Only to Face Shocking Inheritance Revelations — Story of the Day

Camilla is headed to her grandmother’s 80th birthday dinner, where family tensions and secrets are set to unravel. As they gather for the first time in years, old rivalries ignite, hidden truths surface, and a sudden twist leaves them all reeling.

Camilla and her husband, Scott, were driving to a family dinner at her grandmother’s house. For the first time in years, the entire family was together.

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They had come from different cities because it was Grandma Eleanor’s 80th birthday, and she insisted they all attend. Scott parked the car, and they stepped out into the cool evening air.

“I still don’t get why we’re here,” Scott grumbled as they walked to the front door.

“It’s Grandma’s birthday,” Camilla replied. “She wants to see us all together. She’s the only kind person in our family. I couldn’t say no.”

“I get that, but I could be working right now. You know we need the money more than ever,” Scott complained.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

“It’s just one evening.” Camilla patted her stomach, her loose sweater concealing her figure. “Do you think they’ll notice?”

“They shouldn’t. Even I wouldn’t if I didn’t know,” Scott responded.

“Good. I don’t want Mom to know yet. Maybe I’ll tell Grandma at the end of the night,” Camilla said.

“It’s your choice, honey. I’m here for you,” Scott said, giving her a gentle hug.

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They heard another car parking. Turning around, they saw Camilla’s brother, Michael, and his wife, Stacy, getting out of their car.

“Hey! Wait for us!” Michael shouted, running over.

“Sweetie, I can’t run! I’m in heels!” Stacy whined, catching up slowly. Camilla and Scott exchanged looks, rolling their eyes. It was clear Stacy was with Michael for his wealth, once she even said it herself.

“Can we go in now?” Scott asked. They all approached the door, and Camilla rang the bell.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney

A moment later, the door opened, and a joyous Eleanor stood there. “My darlings! I’m so glad to see you!” she exclaimed, hugging each of them. They walked into the dining room, where a beautifully set table awaited, laden with food.

“Why did you make so much? You could’ve waited, and we would’ve helped,” Camilla said.

“Stop it. I enjoy doing this,” Eleanor replied. They all sat at the table.

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“Mom isn’t here yet?” Michael asked.

“She said she wasn’t sure if she could make it,” Eleanor said sadly.

“Typical. She never has time for us,” Camilla remarked.

“Stop it. She’s our mom,” Michael responded.

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“Just because you’re her favorite doesn’t mean anything! She hasn’t even wished me a happy birthday in years!” Camilla snapped.

“Not everyone can be perfect like you!” Michael shouted back.

“She always put her acting career before us! She still does! And look who’s talking about perfection – the owner of several restaurants!” Camilla yelled.

“I worked hard for that!” Michael shouted.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney

“Let’s calm down a bit,” Scott suggested.

But Camilla didn’t hear him. “You just got lucky Uncle decided to give the restaurants to you!” she screamed.

“You’ve always been jealous of me!” Michael yelled.

“Jealous?! Of what?! That you’re completely alone, and your wife’s with you only for the money?!” Camilla screamed.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney

“As if your situation is any better! Your husband can’t even find a decent job! And how long have you been trying to have a kid? Five? Ten years?” Michael yelled.

“Go to hell!” Camilla screamed.

“Enough!” Eleanor shouted, standing up. “You’re acting like children! I brought you here to have a nice dinner on MY birthday. And I was even thinking about what to do with the inheritance.”

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney

“What inheritance?!” Michael and Camilla asked in unison.

“The one your grandfather left, and I will leave too. But you can forget about it. You don’t know how to appreciate what you have. I’m not leaving you anything until you learn to value it!” Eleanor declared.

“Wait! What do we need to do to get the inheritance?” Michael shouted after her.

“Convince me you deserve it,” Eleanor said, walking away.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney

Camilla started feeling unwell and stepped outside, holding and gently rubbing her stomach. After a few minutes, Michael joined her.

“So we might get an inheritance,” he said to Camilla.

“We might have if you hadn’t ruined everything as usual,” Camilla replied.

“Me? You started it,” Michael said defensively.

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“Michael, I need this inheritance. I really need it,” Camilla said.

“I need it too,” Michael retorted.

“You have restaurants! Leave me something!” Camilla snapped.

“Business isn’t going well, and Stacy threatens to leave if I don’t fix it,” Michael said.

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“That might be good for you,” Camilla said. “I’m not backing down. Scott and I need the money badly right now.”

“And what are you going to do?” Michael asked.

“Prove I deserve the inheritance,” Camilla said, walking back into the house.

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“Hey! That’s not fair!” Michael shouted, following her.

Camilla found Eleanor in her bedroom. “I’m sorry we ruined your celebration with our fighting,” Camilla said.

“It’s not your fault. Your mother didn’t raise you to be friendly,” Eleanor replied.

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“Do you want something? Food? Drink?” Camilla asked.

“Is this how you want to prove you deserve the inheritance?”

“Scott and I really need this money right now,” Camilla said, placing a hand on her stomach. “Because—”

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Michael barged in, interrupting, “Don’t listen to her. She’s lying about me.”

“We weren’t talking about you,” Eleanor said. “Camilla, you were saying?”

“No, nothing important. I’ll tell you later,” Camilla said, not wanting Michael to hear.

“Do you need anything, Grandma? Let me help you with something,” Michael offered.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

“If you think sucking up to me will get you the inheritance, you’re wrong,” Eleanor said. “Let’s go back to the table and continue dinner.”

The three of them returned to the dining room, where Scott and Stacy were still sitting, and saw that Margaret, Camilla and Michael’s mom, had arrived.

“My darlings! I’m so happy to see you!” Margaret said, hugging Michael and then Camilla. “You’ve gained some weight, Camilla,” she commented, making Camilla roll her eyes. They all sat down.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pixabay

“Michael told me you’re discussing inheritance. Am I in the list of heirs?” Margaret asked.

“So that’s why you came. Not surprised my daughter only wants money from me,” Eleanor said.

“Not at all. I came for your birthday,” Margaret said.

“Sure, I believe that,” Eleanor replied.

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“I think we should discuss the inheritance,” Michael said, holding Stacy’s hand. “We believe it should go to us.”

“Why you?” Scott asked.

“When was the last time you visited Grandma?” Camilla asked.

“We live far away; it’s hard to get here,” Michael replied.

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“We also live far away but visit at least once a month,” Camilla said.

“I sent groceries to Grandma!” Michael shouted.

“I helped her around the house!” Camilla shouted back.

“I called her every week!” Michael yelled.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney

“I called her every day!” Camilla screamed.

“I think the inheritance should go to me as the oldest,” Margaret said.

“No!” Camilla and Michael shouted in unison.

“Oh!” Margaret said, clutching her chest.

“Grandma, are you okay?” Camilla asked.

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“Yes, just…” Eleanor didn’t finish her sentence and fainted. Camilla rushed to her.

“Grandma! Grandma! Call an ambulance!” Camilla shouted, then grabbed her stomach and screamed.

“What’s wrong?” Scott asked nervously.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney

“It’s starting,” Camilla said.

“What’s starting? Labor?” Scott asked.

“Yes,” Camilla said, screaming again.

“You’re pregnant?!” Michael asked, shocked.

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“I’m going to be a grandma!” Margaret exclaimed.

Scott called an ambulance, and they took Camilla and Eleanor to the hospital. The rest gathered to drive to the hospital in Michael’s car.

“Let’s take my car,” Michael said.

“Fine,” Scott replied.

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“Michael, maybe you shouldn’t go. You know I hate hospitals,” Stacy said.

“What? My grandma is sick, and my sister is giving birth,” Michael said.

“But I don’t want to go,” Stacy said.

“Then stay,” Michael said.

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Michael, Scott, and Margaret drove after the ambulance.

Camilla was in the delivery room, almost ready to give birth but refusing to until she heard about Eleanor.

“What’s happening with Grandma?!” Camilla screamed. “Tell me about my Grandma!”

Scott sat beside her, holding her hand. “Please, calm down. The baby is the priority now.”

“There’s no time to wait. We need to deliver,” the doctor said.

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“What’s happening with my Grandma?!” Camilla screamed.

The doctors calmed her down, and she delivered a healthy baby girl. She held the baby when Michael and Margaret entered the room.

“I can’t believe I’m an uncle,” Michael said. “I’m sorry for everything I said at dinner.”

Margaret looked upset. “Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” she asked Camilla.

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“I didn’t want you to be in her life and then disappear like you did with me and Michael,” Camilla said.

“You’re right. I wasn’t a good mom. But maybe I can be a good grandma,” Margaret said.

“Let’s take it slow,” Camilla replied. “Do you know what’s happening with Grandma?”

“Camilla…” Margaret hesitated. “You need to rest and not stress.”

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“What happened to her?” Camilla insisted.

“Her heart stopped,” Michael said. “The doctor said it had been bad for a while. I think that’s why she wanted us all together.”

Camilla started to cry, and Scott hugged her.

A doctor entered the room. “Sorry to interrupt, but we found something in Eleanor’s belongings. I think you should see it,” the doctor said, handing Michael a folded note. Michael brought it to Camilla, and they read it together.

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I know our family isn’t the closest, and I wanted to change that. I hope it can happen with you, but I have more hope for the new generation. Camilla, I know you’re pregnant, even though you tried to hide it. I’m so happy for you and Scott. That is why I want my great-grandchild to inherit everything I have. Teach this child to love and protect our family, as it’s the most important thing we have. Michael, it’s time to leave Stacy. Margaret, it’s time to learn to be a mother and a grandmother. I love you all very much and hope you know that. Learn to love each other too.

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Michael and Camilla had tears streaming down their faces.

“It looks like your little girl is very lucky,” Michael said. “Do you know what to name her?”

Camilla looked at the baby, then at Scott. Scott nodded.

“Her name is Eleanor.”

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