Poor Woman Lets Old Stranger Spend the Night at Home, Next Day Finds Envelope on Doorstep — Story of the Day
A poor woman goes the extra mile and offers shelter to a stranger at her home. The next day, she receives an unexpected reward for her generosity.
“Mom! We are not going to do this! How could you let someone in like that? Take a look at her! She stinks of garbage and her clothes…oh god… NO, MOM, WE’RE NOT DOING THIS!” Anne Potter yelled at her mother Cynthia for bringing a scruffy old woman inside their home and offering her a night’s refuge.
“We can’t let her leave, hun. She looks frail, and I don’t know if she’s eaten anything in a long time. And she believes her son Samuel is still living here. She has no idea we moved here a month ago. She claims she’s here because she has nowhere else to go and wants to meet him.”
“I’m so sick of your charity, Mom! Why do we have to keep helping everyone when we are barely scraping by? And why can’t you just tell her we don’t know anything about Samuel? We haven’t paid the bills for this month, Mom, and I have to cut back on my expenses every month!”
“Try to understand, honey. She looks disturbed. I believe she went through a traumatic experience. Can’t we make adjustments for tonight? You could see how much she was crying. Please, Anne?”
“Fine, mom! But I’m not going to make any other compromises. I’m not going to let her into our room!”
“We only have one room, honey, and we can’t let her sleep on the floor. She’ll fall sick, and you know how cold it is.”
“You’re impossible, mom! Why are you so concerned about her?”
“Because a little kindness goes a long way, honey. Let’s not refuse her, especially considering her state. Please, honey. She’s old and…”
“Whatever, mom! I don’t care!” Anne mumbled angrily as she moved across the living room and sank on the couch. Cynthia quickly made some tea and sandwiches and brought them to the elderly lady to eat. “Please have some tea, ma’am. You’ll feel better.”
Cynthia gave shelter to the poor old woman. | Source: Pexels
“Oh, dear. Why don’t you tell me when my Samuel will be back? I’ve come to visit him. I haven’t seen him in over a year. And he didn’t even bother to call me! I’m wondering where my son is.”
“Ugh, ma’am,” Cynthia paused. “He’ll be back shortly,” she lied. “In the meantime, why don’t you have something to eat and make yourself at home?”
“Oh my goodness, thank you very much. But who are you? And who is this young lady? Are you staying with Samuel?”