My stepmother and I never got along for some reason. But when she gave me an unexpected gift, I thought our relationship was changing. Then I discovered the truth about the present and had to confront her! Little did I know that the innocent gift would lead to a new life!
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My tale is about learning to understand each other, even if it’s someone you don’t quite click with. But before we get to that lesson, buckle up as I give you all the juicy details of how I got here.
My stepmother, Judy, and I had always had a rocky relationship. We were too different and never really saw eye to eye. Our connection never felt genuine, so we were never close. Despite our differences, I couldn’t deny that she made my father, Steve, happy after my mother’s passing.
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His contentment was something I valued deeply. Here’s where my story starts getting interesting. One afternoon, while I was visiting my dad and stepmom, the latter did something unexpected. While Judy and I were alone in the house, she surprised me by handing me a towel.
It was a simple gesture, but it caught me off guard. The towel was soft, with delicate embroidery of daisies, which I had always loved. I accepted it politely, hoping it was a step toward bridging the gap between us.
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“Thanks, Judy,” I said, trying to sound sincere. “It’s really nice.” My stepmother smiled awkwardly. “I thought you might like it. Just a little something.” I nodded and placed the towel in my bathroom later that day, feeling a strange mix of emotions.
I wanted to believe Judy was making an effort to connect with me, but a part of me remained skeptical. Yet, I brushed the feeling off, wanting to build a healthier and happier relationship with the woman my father loved.
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A week later, my father came over to my place to fix a leaky faucet. He had always been the go-to handyman in my life, and I appreciated his willingness to help. As he walked into the bathroom, he spotted the towel hanging there.
His expression instantly shifted from neutral to one of intense disgust! Without saying a word, he grabbed the towel, marched to the kitchen, and threw it into the trash can with force!
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“Dad, what’s going on? Why did you do that?” I asked, completely taken aback and confused by his reaction. “Sweetheart, I hope you haven’t used that towel yet because it…” He paused struggling to find the right words.
“Because it belonged to our old dog!” he finally blurted out, his voice a mix of anger and revulsion. I stared at him, trying to process what he had said. “Wait, what? OUR old dog? You mean Buster, the one that passed away years ago?” I asked, feeling a wave of confusion and a bit of disgust.
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“Yes,” my father confirmed, looking at me with concern and seriousness. “But Judy gave it to me as a gift!?” I exclaimed in confusion. “Judy must have found it while cleaning out the attic,” he speculated.
“I guess she didn’t realize what it was, but it’s not something you want to be using.” A shiver ran down my spine, and I felt a surge of nausea. The thought of using a towel that had been used on our old dog was REVOLTING!
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Now it made sense why I was uneasy and a bit skeptical about the sudden gift. Later that day, I decided to confront Judy about the towel. I needed to understand her reasoning. “Judy, why did you give me that towel?” I asked, my voice steady but curious.
She sighed, looking a bit embarrassed. “When I found that towel in the attic, it looked almost new,” she started explaining. “I thought it would be a nice gesture to give it to you, to save money and maybe try to bond with you.”
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She continued, “I didn’t tell your father because I didn’t want him to think I was being cheap again.” I nodded, recalling how my dad often complained about her thriftiness. It was a habit she developed from growing up in poverty.
“You know how he ALWAYS gets upset about my frugality.” It was true, I’d seen how my stepmother rarely bought anything new. This was a woman who’d wear her clothes until they were threadbare before she could even THINK about buying something new!
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“I had no idea it was Buster’s,” she continued, her voice tinged with genuine regret. “It looked like it had only been used a few times, so I thought it would be fine.” Looking at the floor she said, “I’m REALLY sorry for the mistake.”
I could see the sincerity in her eyes, but I still felt a mix of emotions. The truth was I was still disturbed by the idea of using a dog towel. But, I also understood her intentions and the challenges she faced due to her upbringing.
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“It’s fine,” I said, brushing her arm, trying to reassure her. “I appreciate that you were trying to connect with me. Maybe next time, we should find a DIFFERENT way to bond?” I replied, trying to lighten the mood.
She smiled, relieved by my positive response. “Yes, of course! I promise to be more careful in the future.” Leaving my dad’s home, I felt a deeper understanding of my stepmom and her past.
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The incident, though awkward and unsettling, brought a new layer of connection between us. It catalyzed healing, and our relationship began to improve after that. We started spending time together, finding common ground in activities we both enjoyed.
One evening, Judy invited me over for dinner. She had cooked all my favorite dishes: chicken Alfredo, garlic bread, and even a homemade chocolate cake. “Wow, Judy, this looks AMAZING,” I said, touched by the effort she had put into the meal.
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It was obvious that she’d spoken to my dad, wanting to know what my favorite food was. “I just wanted to do something special for you,” she replied with a shy smile. “After the towel incident, I realized we never spent much time together.”
As we sat down to eat, we started talking about our lives. My stepmother shared stories from her childhood. She explained how her mother had instilled in her the value of frugality. Judy told me about her dreams and the obstacles she faced in her upbringing.
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“I know your father judges my behavior,” she said. “But it’s hard to shake off those habits. They were INGRAINED in me from a young age.” I nodded, understanding her perspective better. “I get it, Judy. We all have things from our past that shape who we are. It’s not always easy to change.”
Our conversation flowed naturally, and for the first time, I felt like I was getting to know Judy. She wasn’t just my stepmother; she was a person with her own history and challenges. After that dinner, Judy and I started spending even more time together.
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We went shopping, cooked meals, and even took a few day trips to explore nearby towns! Each time we hung out, I learned something new about her, and our relationship slowly began to shift.
My father was THRILLED, to say the least! One sunny Saturday, we decided to tackle a DIY project together. My dad had mentioned wanting to build a small garden in the backyard. Judy thought it would be a great way for us to bond further.
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As we worked on the garden, planting flowers and setting up a small fountain, we chatted about EVERYTHING. We tackled favorite movies to life goals. I discovered that my stepmother had ALWAYS dreamed of traveling! But had never had the opportunity.
“Maybe we can plan a trip together,” I suggested, wiping sweat from my forehead. “I’d love to see the Grand Canyon or even go to Europe someday!” Judy’s eyes lit up with excitement. “That sounds AMAZING, Sarah. I’d LOVE that.”
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The more time we spent together, the more I realized how much we were alike! Perhaps that’s why we clashed so much in the past. We both loved nature, cooking, and exploring new places. It was like discovering a new friend in someone I had known for years!
One evening, as we all sat down for dinner, my father looked at Judy and me with a content smile. “I’m glad to see you two getting along so well,” he said, his voice filled with warmth. “It’s something I’ve always hoped for.”
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Judy and I exchanged a knowing glance. We both knew that our relationship had come a long way since the towel incident. “I’m glad we finally understand each other and gave one another a chance,” I shared, holding my stepmom’s hand.
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Children Kick Poorly Dressed Girl from School Bus, ‘You Stink!’ They Say until They See Her Photo on TV — Story of the Day
Children made fun of a poorly dressed girl they’d ride the school bus with, teasing her that she stunk. They were surprised to see her on TV one day, which changed how they saw her entirely.
Nikki was not like everybody else in the first grade. She was a lot shorter than her classmates and was frail and fragile.
Everybody in her class knew that Nikki only had her mother living with her and that they lived a poor life. Unfortunately, one day, things went from bad to worse.
Nikki would take the bus home every day as her mother worked two jobs to raise her. The bus driver, Mrs. Evans, was already used to Nikki riding the bus by herself and would expect her every day.
Nikki would walk to the bus stop alone every day, and no one knew why. | Source: Pexels
One day, Mrs. Evans noticed that Nikki looked very sad as she waited for the bus. She was dressed in old clothes filled with holes, runs, and stains.
“Good morning, Nikki!” Mrs. Evans greeted. “Are you alright?”
Nikki looked up at Mrs. Evans and smiled. “Good morning, Mrs. Evans. Yes, I’m fine,” she said, getting on the bus. She was glad that someone spoke to her, as she was used to everybody else ignoring her.
As she boarded the bus, there were already several children inside. One girl, Martha Reeves, was a spoiled rich girl from the second grade. She spotted Nikki immediately and laughed at her clothes.
“Oh my gosh!” the young girl exclaimed. “Look at that scarecrow!” she said, pointing at Nikki.
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Nikki looked down, ashamed at the sudden attention being placed on her. She quietly sat on her seat on the last row of the bus and cried.
“Where did you find these clothes? In the garbage?” Martha asked, going closer to Nikki’s seat to tease her. As she got closer, she suddenly pinched her nose.
“Ew! You stink like a garbage bag!” she told Nikki. Martha’s friends chimed in, pinching their noses as well.
“Do you bathe or even brush your teeth?” one said, laughing.
“You can’t be serious. You can’t go to school looking and smelling like this,” Martha said, pulling Nikki from her seat. “Come on, go home! Get out of the bus and return to your filthy home,” she said, tugging at her arm.
Kids would make fun of Nikki for how she looked every day. | Source: Pexels
Nikki was in pain, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she quietly sobbed as the girls picked on her and tried to kick her off the school bus.
Then, suddenly, the girls jumped at a scream. “That’s enough! Stop torturing this poor girl,” she said.
Mrs. Evans heard everything and decided to stop the bus to stand up for Nikki. She walked towards the back as soon as she yelled and asked Nikki to sit in front, right behind the driver’s seat.
After they were dropped off at school, Mrs. Evans could not stop thinking about the incident on the bus. She decided to find out why Nikki would show up to school in dirty-looking clothes.
So, after work, she dropped by Nikki’s house. She learned the whole truth and was surprised at what she saw there. Mrs. Evans’ daughter worked in a media company. She called her daughter and immediately told her Nikki’s story.
Nikki would sit quietly at school everyday because she didn’t want to draw attention to herself. | Source: Pexels
The following week, Nikki showed up at the bus stop in ragged clothes. Martha and her friends covered their noses and whispered amongst themselves. Mrs. Evans shook her head, but she was glad that the girls no longer said anything mean to Nikki’s face.
A couple of days later, there was a meeting at school for teachers, children, and their parents. Nikki and her mother did not show up. Mrs. Evans walked into the classroom and turned on the TV in the middle of the meeting.
One of the most-watched TV channels was airing a story about Nikki. It was shot by Mrs. Evans’ daughter and picked up by the station.
A famous TV station decided to cover Nikki’s story to inspire others. | Source: Pexels
When Mrs. Evans learned about Nikki’s story, she realized that the whole country could learn a thing or two about how she lived. Despite being a small and frail girl, she had a powerful character that inspired the bus driver.
Nikki grew up without a father and had learned the value of independence. Nikki’s mother fell ill, and insurance decided not to cover the treatment. So, as Nikki’s mom was bedridden, she could no longer take Nikki to school, cook her meals, or clean the house.
Nikki took on the responsibilities of taking care of herself and her mother while her mom was sick. She cleaned the house, took out the garbage, cooked food for her and her mom, washed her own clothes, and fed her mom medicine.
After watching the show, Martha and Nikki’s other classmates realized why Nikki’s clothes were always tattered and dirty – she had been taking on responsibilities even before going to school.
The TV news glorified the small yet brave and strong Nikki. Mrs. Evans revealed the real reason why she decided to turn on the TV, addressing the parents in the room.
Mrs. Evans attended the parent-teacher conference to share Nikki’s story. | Source: Pexels
“Your children mock Nikki on the bus every day. Kids, I hope the show taught you how important it is to be kind to everyone we meet every day. Everybody is fighting a battle not everyone knows about, and it’s best to be kind no matter the situation,” she told them.
Since that day, nobody mocked Nikki ever again. The kids would always say hi first and treat her with kindness by offering her snacks and drinks on the way to school.
Martha and her friends also gifted Nikki with some of their dresses so that she could wear clean clothes to school every day. Their parents also pooled money so Nikki’s mom could undergo surgery.
Soon after, the woman was able to return home from the hospital and begin working again. As they got home, they were surprised to see the director of the TV station waiting for them with a check.
“These are donations from the TV viewers moved by your story. We hope you use this to secure Nikki’s future and better your living situation,” the director said as she handed the check.
With the money, Nikki and her mom could secure her college tuition. They were also able to buy themselves a small new house and live comfortably.
What can we learn from this story?
- A Scottish proverb once said: “do not judge by appearances; a rich heart may be under a poor coat.” The children were quick to judge Nikki for how she looked, without realizing that she had been struggling to take care of herself while her mother was sick. It’s important not to judge others quickly, as we never know what they’re going through.
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