One day, an old lady got drenched in heavy rain after a sudden outpour. She decided to seek shelter at a famous cafe, only to be kicked out by the restaurant manager. What happens next stuns the arrogant employee.
Linda Meyers was on her way to dinner when heavy rain suddenly started pouring. She didn’t have an umbrella with her, so her well-kept hair was suddenly damp and all over her face. Her blouse and jacket looked worn out after they got soaked as well.
The closest establishment to her at the time was a famous cafe that rich and famous people would frequent. As she got to the entrance, she was suddenly stopped by the porter.
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“Ma’am, this is an exclusive cafe. You need a reservation to enter,” he started, before looking at her from head to toe. “It seems you can hardly afford to dine in here, too,” he muttered.
Offended by the rude remark, she asked the porter to call the restaurant manager. But instead of letting her in, the manager echoed the porter’s sentiments and asked her to leave.
“Ma’am, I’m currently hosting over a hundred people inside. Let’s not waste our time here. I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” the manager, whose nameplate said “Simon,” told Linda.
“I just need a place to stay until the rain dies down. I’ll even order,” she insisted.
“I can’t let you go in looking like that. You’re going to scare away all of our guests,” Simon shook his head. At that, the woman left, trying to find another place to wait.
The next day, when Simon got to work, the cafe owner was already there. He immediately called Simon over. “Today is a very special day. We have an important guest coming, my friend and his wife. They’re potential buyers of this cafe. That said, everything must be in top shape.”
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Simon oriented the waiters on what to do that day, making sure everything was well-prepared for their VIP guests’ arrival. That evening, the owner called Simon to their table.
“Let me introduce you to our manager. He is an excellent part of our team. He knows his job and is very kind, sensitive, sympathetic, and helpful,” the owner said. At that, the woman turned to him with a smile on her face.
“Very nice indeed. I can see that he is exactly the way you described him to be,” the woman, who turned out to be Linda, said.
The manager couldn’t hide the horrified look on his face after realizing the woman was the person he rudely shut out the night before. After seeing the look on his face, Linda turned back to the cafe owner.
“You have a great restaurant and such endearing staff. My husband and I are happy to buy the cafe,” she said.
The next day, Linda and her husband went straight to work. They wanted to observe how the cafe operated on a daily basis and get to know their new staff members.
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When Linda saw Simon, she bore him some bad news. “Simon, my husband and I have made the decision to demote you as a waiter. We don’t think the way you treated me the other night is any way to treat a customer,” she explained.
Immediately, Simon was given an apron and a tray, and he started working as a waiter. He was humiliated, but he didn’t want to lose his job entirely.
A couple of days later, a poor woman entered the cafe. She sat at a table and ordered a sandwich and hot tea. After she finished her meal, Simon handed her the bill.
“Oh dear,” the old woman said as she looked through her purse. “I must have forgotten my wallet at home. I am so sorry. I can wash the dishes, or clean the restaurant, anything so that I could repay you,” she said.
Simon shook his head. “Don’t worry, ma’am. I will pay for your tab this time around,” he said with a smile.
The woman proceeded to thank Simon, to which he replied: “It’s no problem. People should help each other out. A couple of days ago, the new owner of this restaurant gave me a second chance because she is a kind person. I want to be like her. After all, I believe in karma.”
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“I think you will become a manager again,” the woman replied. Simon was confused as to how the woman knew about his demotion. At that moment, Linda approached the table.
“This woman here is my friend. I wanted to test you and see whether or not you’ve learned your lesson. I’m happy to know that you’ve passed the test. You can return to your managerial duties effective immediately,” Linda said, giving him a tap on the back.
Simon was delighted. He had never seen such kindness in anybody, and he was grateful that Linda gave him yet another chance to do well at his job.
Since that day, Simon went to work with a smile on his face. He loved his job, and it was all thanks to the boost of confidence the new cafe owners gave him. He would patiently tend to his staff and the customers, and it led the cafe to become even more successful.
What can we learn from this story?
- We should not judge others by their outward appearance. The porter and Simon were quick to judge Linda for how she looked, not knowing she’d end up owning the business they worked in.
- People deserve a second chance. Linda was nice enough to give Simon a second chance, knowing he enjoyed his work.
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I Heard a Young Woman on the Street Singing the Same Song My Daughter Sang Before Going Missing 17 Years Ago, So I Went Closer
I was walking home from work one day, thinking about the bills I had to pay that evening. But as I turned the corner onto the town square street, a familiar melody suddenly reached my ears and stopped me in my tracks.
It was the song I used to sing with my daughter Lily before she disappeared from our lives 17 years ago.
It was a song I’d made up just for her, a little lullaby about a field of flowers and sunlight that would brighten her dreams. No one else would know it. No one.
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But here it was, clear as day, sung by a young woman standing across the square, eyes closed, with a serene smile.
The song reminded me of when our little girl filled our home with warmth and joy. She was the center of our world, and her sudden disappearance left a gaping hole in our lives that never fully healed.
Suddenly, all the worries disappeared from my mind that day, and I felt my legs carrying me forward like I had no control.
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My mind kept saying it was impossible, that it couldn’t be, but my heart pushed me forward.
The woman looked familiar, painfully so. Dark hair fell in soft waves around her face, and looking at her smile made me think I’d seen it a thousand times in old photos and my own memories.
She even had a dimple on her left cheek, just like Cynthia, my wife.
It all seemed too incredible, too much to believe, but there was this pull. A feeling only a parent could know.
Could this be my Lily?
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I felt so nervous as I moved closer. I watched as she finished the song and opened her eyes. She caught me staring but looked away as the crowd clapped for her.
Thank you all for listening! she said with a wide smile. “Have a great day!”
Then, her gaze met mine, and she noticed the strange expression on my face.
“Looks like you didn’t like my performance,” she said, walking over. “Was I that bad?”
“Oh, no, no,” I chuckled. “I, uh, that song is special to me. It’s very special.”
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“Oh, really?” she asked. “It’s super special for me too. You see, it’s one of the few memories from my childhood. I’ve been singing it ever since I can remember. It’s the only thing I have left from back then.”
She looked like she was about to leave, so I blurted out, “What do you mean by that?”
“It’s a long story,” she replied as she glanced at her watch. “Maybe some other time.”
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“Please, I’d like to hear it,” I urged, my heart pounding. “I’ll buy you a coffee and we can talk if you don’t mind.”
She paused, studying me for a second, then nodded. “Well… sure, why not?”
We walked over to the café and settled into a corner booth. The more I looked at her, the more familiar she seemed. Her eyes, her smile, and even her voice felt like home.
It felt like a missing piece of my life had suddenly fallen into place.
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“You have a beautiful voice,” I said, trying to keep my composure.
“Thank you,” she smiled. “I was actually just passing through town for work when I heard that band playing. They were asking if anyone wanted to sing, and well, I just had to.”
“That song… where did you learn it?” I asked.
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She sighed, looking down at her coffee. “I didn’t ‘learn’ it exactly. It’s just… it’s the only thing I remember from my childhood. I used to sing it, or hum it, all the time. My adoptive parents said it was like my own little anthem.”
“Adoptive parents?” I asked, barely keeping my voice steady.
She nodded.
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“Yeah. I was… taken in by a family when I was five. They told me my real parents had died in a car accident. They even showed me photos from the newspaper,” her face softened, eyes misty.
“They were kind to me, gave me toys, and treated me well. But I always missed my real parents. With time, I started to believe my adoptive parents were the only family. But as I grew older, I had this nagging feeling that I was missing something, that maybe they weren’t telling me the whole truth.”
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I could feel my hands shaking.
“And… did you ever find out the truth?” I asked carefully.
“I tried,” she said. “You see, when I got older, my adoptive parents tried to make it official. They wanted to legally adopt me. They told me I should say I wanted to stay with them. So, I did.”
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“But when I turned 18,” she continued. “I started questioning everything. I tried to find my real parents, but I guess I didn’t have enough information. I tried reaching out to anyone who might have known me before, but my records didn’t match any missing children. I had so few details to go on.”
She paused, looking down at her hands. “It’s just this song that I have now. It reminds me of them.”
The pieces were starting to fit.
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A part of me wanted to call for a DNA test right there to confirm what my heart already knew, but a part of me was too terrified to believe it.
“Do you remember anything else about your real parents? Besides this song?” I asked.
“It’s all so blurry. I remember being happy, though, before everything changed. I think my name was Lily?” She laughed nervously. “But I can’t be sure. My adoptive parents called me Suzy, and after a while, that’s all I responded to.
I couldn’t believe her words.
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“M-my daughter,” I stammered. “Her name was Lily too.”
Her head snapped up. “Are you serious?”
I nodded, fighting back tears. “She went missing when she was five, and that was 17 years ago. We never found any answers. But we never stopped hoping. My wife’s name is Cynthia, by the way.”
She gasped, her eyes going wide.
“My… my mom’s name was Cynthia too,” she whispered. “I remember it clearly because she always used to make me say her and my father’s name. Are you… are you John?”
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“Yes,” I held her hand. “I’m John.”
We just sat there for a moment, looking at each other in stunned silence. And then, like a dam breaking, the tears came. We held each other, both crying as years of longing, confusion, and grief flooded over us.
It was as if all the lost years, the endless nights of wondering, finally found their answer.
“Dad?” she whispered, her voice shaking.
“Yes, Lily,” I managed, my voice breaking. “It’s me… it’s us.”
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After a while, I asked Lily if she’d like to meet her mother.
My hands shook as I called a taxi once she agreed to follow me home.
We didn’t talk much during the ride home. I just kept wondering how all this was happening. It was too good to be true.
When we arrived, I asked Lily to wait by the door because I knew Cynthia would need a moment to process everything. However, she knew something was wrong the moment I stepped inside.
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“What happened?” she asked. “Are you alright?”
“Cynthia, there’s something I need to tell you,” I said, touching her shoulders.
Then, I told her everything that happened during the last few hours.
“Oh God, oh God,” she said in tears. “No, no. It can’t be. That’s impossible, John!”
I held her hands and tried to calm her down.
“It’s true, Cynthia. Our Lily’s back,” I smiled.
“Where is she? Where’s our Lily?” she asked.
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“She’s here, behind the door,” I replied, my own eyes welling up with tears.
On hearing this, Cynthia sprang from her chair and ran to the door, flinging it open. She started sobbing when she saw our little girl, now all grown up, standing at the door.
“Mom?” Lily asked hesitantly. “Is-is that you?”
“Oh my God… my baby,” Cynthia cried, pulling her into her arms.
They clung to each other, both crying as if they could make up for all the years they’d missed. My heart swelled with joy as I watched them cry.
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After a while, we all sat down together, catching up on the years we’d lost. Lily shared stories of her life and struggles, and we told her how we could never have a child again.
Finally, Cynthia took a deep breath.
“Lily… would you be willing to, uh, confirm, with a DNA test?” She looked apologetic. “It’s just that after all this time, I just need to be sure.”
Lily nodded, smiling softly. “I understand, Mom. I’d like that too.”
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We scheduled a test, and within a week, the results confirmed what we already knew.
Lily was ours, and we were hers.
Our home was soon filled with laughter, tears, and stories of the life we’d missed out on. Lily moved in with us temporarily and each day felt like a small miracle.
I’ll never forget that ordinary evening on my way home from work when an old lullaby reunited a family that had been torn apart. Life has a strange way of bringing back what we thought we’d lost forever.
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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.
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