It started like any Tuesday morning. My food shopping was rushed. While pushing my cart, I saw a father fighting with a kid in the cereal aisle. His three-year-old daughter was crying and having a tantrum. Since I had been there, I felt sorry for the man who looked dejected. “Need help?” I smiled and asked. He glanced up, relieved. Running his hand through his hair, he murmured, “Thank you. Since her mother left us a year ago, it’s just us.” My daughter grasped a box of cereal, slowing her tears. I saw a gorgeous bespoke silver chain bracelet with…
Author: World Wide
NEIGHBOR: “I demand you sell that old junk car! It’s polluting the air my kids breathe!” ME: “Oh really? Are you offering to buy me a new one?” NEIGHBOR: “If you don’t get rid of it within a week, I’ll make sure you do!” I laughed off his “threat,” BUT a week later, I went outside and found my car completely covered in ice! There hadn’t even been rain! And there he was, sitting on his porch, sipping coffee with a smug look, saying, “Careful — looks like it’s raining every night!” It took me five hours to scrape all…
I surprised my son John by visiting his new eatery. I strolled in from the bus dressed just to have a cup of tea while waiting for him. A conceited young woman approached me as I sat. Her stylish attire and confident walk drew my eye. Excuse me, she said condescendingly. “This table is for my boyfriend and me. You must move.” I said, “Oh, I didn’t realize. There was no reservation sign.” She grinned. “That’s irrelevant. Appropriate attire is required for this table. You shouldn’t disgrace yourself.” Her words sting. I discreetly left the restaurant, ashamed. I didn’t tell…
Jake, 10, waited outside a luxury restaurant in the rain 13 years ago, soaking to the core. He discreetly pleaded with passersby after almost two days without food. Then a beautiful black vehicle arrived. Mr. Langford, a rich local figure, appeared. Jake approached him gently and offered to buy him supper or bring out his leftovers from dinner. But Mr. Langford looked him over and replied, “Don’t beg. Find your parents. Get lost.” That night, Mr. Langford had no idea that 13 years later, things would change for him. Jake’s hunger grumbled more as the rain pelted the restaurant’s awning.…
My passion is baking. I have a little Instagram account and regularly bake cakes for relatives for free, but they always contribute something. My brother Adam and his fiancée, Chelsea, wanted me to design their three-tier strawberry wedding cake for 75 guests. I said this wasn’t a birthday cake from the start. I must be paid for my time, work, and supplies. My $400 pricing was reasonable. Yes, they agreed. I made sketching and tasting, which they liked. On the big day, I delivered the cake. They grinned, accepted, and dropped the bomb. “No way we’re paying you! You don’t…
I’m 37, single, and it’s all my mom’s fault! She’s made my life a HELL! I was sick of her over-the-top “care,” but the worst part? She ruined my love life. She scared off EVERY single guy I ever dated. None of them were ever “good enough.” But then Theo came along. I felt it — he was the one. So, I didn’t want my mom to find out. I invited Theo over. Candles, wine, pie — it was perfect. We were talking, getting closer… when suddenly, I heard someone SNEEZE. No. Way. I open the closet — and there…
This rich family employed Arthur for over 35 years. He began working as a gardener for Jared, the house’s kind, stylish businessman who admired Arthur. They were true buddies. Gardening together for enjoyment was sometimes done. Jared died months ago. Stuart, his son, received his estate, money, and everything. Stuart was nothing like his father. Always nasty to Arthur, entitled, sluggish, and haughty. He loathed him from infancy. Stuart snapped after being dumped again by his gold-digger lover. He shouted at Arthur, called him names, and exclaimed, “This is your last day here!” Arthur remained silent. He stripped off his…
The wedding was in full swing when Mary—my husband’s “other woman”—entered. She was our coworker and told stories about her “affair” with Tom for years. I had ignored it until today. What is she doing here? I warned you a million times not to invite her!” My pulse raced as I growled at Tom. He smiled awkwardly. “Relax, honey. This minor issue won’t spoil our wedding.” I asked Tom, seriously!” I pushed. “Jess, I didn’t invite her! No idea why she’s here!” He seemed as confused as I was. The females rose from the table and around me. Time to…
Picture a sunny day, a wonderful setting, with everyone smiling and conversing. My kid Ethan loves Tom, my three-year partner, and I’m preparing to marry him. They’re best friends, usually playing with Lego castles or toy automobiles. I’m heading down the aisle with Ethan, who looks adorable in his small suit, holding my hand like a gentleman. Tom is up there beaming. Everyone cries as we exchange vows. It’s amazing. Ethan says, “I OBJECT!” as the officiant prepares to pronounce us husband and wife. I swear, everyone gasped. I bend before Ethan, my pulse beating, and say, “Why, sweetheart?” Ethan…
