Linda worked her entire life as an accountant for a major firm, and she was still the best employee at her age. But she wanted to retire, something the director refused. She asked for an extended vacation, which was denied, and that’s when she finally decided to quit. However, the director showed up at her doorstep with a shocking suggestion.
“Mr. Salinger, I’ve been working for over 40 years. I think I have earned my retirement by now,” Linda told her boss in the accountant firm she had dedicated her life to.
“No, Linda. We can’t do that yet. You can’t do that to us. You can’t leave the company without a proper replacement for you. It’s just not possible,” Mr. Salinger replied, shaking his head at her suggestion.
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Although Linda was the best employee in the firm, she truly needed to retire now. It was harder for her to learn all the advanced computer programs coming out now, and focusing on a screen was damaging her eyesight. She had headaches all the time and tired quickly. It was time for her to rest, especially because she had missed so much of her life working there.
Her firm demanded the most out of everybody that worked there. Linda was a hugely ambitious woman who wanted the very best for her family. Therefore, she invested double the hours and worked to become the number one employee in the company. And she had kept that spot for decades.
But now, the director, Mr. Salinger, told her to stay, and she complied again with his orders.
***
Unfortunately, Linda was overwhelmed with work and sad that Mr. Salinger had not supported her retirement. Her children and husband, Thomas, noticed this and decided to plan several weekend outings.
Linda spent time with her grandchildren at barbecues, the Richmond County fair in their hometown in Staten Island, and they even spent some time in New York visiting touristy spots.
One weekend, her husband surprised her with several tickets for a planned trip to Europe in the summer. They were interchangeable, so all she needed was to arrange her vacation time at work to enjoy it fully.
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That was the perfect solution. If Mr. Salinger wouldn’t let her retire, he had to give her a decent vacation time this year. After all, she had not taken a long break for many years. She was due.
***
“Absolutely not! That’s too much time. We need you here, Linda. I thought we had already discussed this,” Mr. Salinger stated, throwing some papers on his desk and looking at Linda in disappointment.
“Mr. Salinger, I’m due for a long vacation after all my years of hard work. We talked about retiring and you told me you couldn’t allow it. A vacation is only a month. That’s nothing,” Linda countered, her hands together in a begging gesture.
“I already told you my answer. It’s final!” her boss said and started typing on his computer, which was usually her cue to leave. But Linda had had enough. She looked at her boss’s face and felt a deep sadness. After all these years, this was how he treated her.
“Fine. I quit then. Effective immediately,” Linda said in the calmest voice possible. She didn’t have time to enjoy watching Mr. Salinger’s jaw hit the floor as she stormed out of his office. She went straight to her desk and picked up a few of her trinkets, photo frames, and purse. She was done.
“Linda! You can’t leave! You can’t quit!” Mr. Salinger yelled as she approached the elevator. The entire office turned to look at them in curiosity.
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“Goodbye, everyone!” Linda waved to her co-workers. “I’m officially retiring today!”
“FINE! GO THEN! WE CAN HIRE ANYONE TO DO YOUR JOB! IT’S THE EASIEST IN THE COMPANY! GO! YOU UNGRATEFUL OLD WOMAN!”
Linda’s co-workers had started to applaud but stopped when Mr. Salinger began yelling. She paid him no mind. She got in that elevator and left with a smile. She was free.
***
A month later, Linda was busy in her room trying to decide what to pack for Europe. She and her husband were leaving in a few days and would be traveling for at least two months. It was going to be amazing, but she needed to have wardrobe choices.
The doorbell rang. She walked to the door and was surprised to be greeted by Mr. Salinger’s saddened eyes.
“Mr. Salinger, what are you doing here?” she asked, shocked by his visit.
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“Linda, I’m here because we need you. The company needs you. We hired a younger person, and she doesn’t know how to do anything. We’re desperate without you,” Mr. Salinger begged, his face showing his anguish.
“I thought anyone could do my job,” Linda quipped.
“Please! Don’t make me beg. We need you back. I can offer you a raise and that vacation time you asked for,” Mr. Salinger insisted, looking like he was about to bend to his knees.
But Linda shook her head. “There’s no money in the world that will make me go back to work, Mr. Salinger. I asked for very little from you over these decades. I was the best employee, and you still treated me like trash. I wasted so much time and missed many milestones in my family’s life. Now, it’s time to enjoy the fruits of my labor. I now know that work doesn’t matter. Spending time with your loved ones does. Goodbye, Mr. Salinger, and good luck,” she added calmly.
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Mr. Salinger’s shoulders hunched, and Linda closed the door on his face.
What can we learn from this story?
- Don’t waste your whole life on a job. The truth is that a company will replace you easily if something happens, so don’t dedicate your life to it.
- Treat your employees well. Some employers don’t learn how valuable their employees are until it’s too late.
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My Late Partner’s Parents Suddenly Appeared & Demanded I Give Them the Keys to His House — I Agreed under One Condition
When Jason’s estranged parents show up demanding the house he left behind, Alice is thrust into a battle she never expected. Grieving and determined, she agrees to consider their claim, but only if they can answer the one question that haunted Jason until his final days.
There are moments in life that change everything, and for Jason and me, that moment happened when we were 17. I’ll never forget the day he showed up at my door, eyes red from crying, with nothing but a backpack and a broken heart.
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His parents had thrown him out like he was nothing, without even giving him a proper reason. My mom didn’t even hesitate; she took one look at him and knew. From that day on, he was part of our family.
We leaned on each other through all the awkward years of high school and the stress of college. I went into HR because, well, people are complicated, and I liked figuring them out. Jason? He was a genius with computers, always able to make sense of the things I couldn’t.
We were a team, balancing each other out perfectly. Then, four years ago, life hit us with the worst blow imaginable.
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Jason was diagnosed with bone cancer. It was like the universe decided we’d had too many good years, and it was time to even the score.
But even then, we stayed strong. I picked up more hours, handled the mortgage on the house Jason had bought, and kept us going.
And Jason, in his quiet, stubborn way, held onto this hope that maybe his parents would come around. But they didn’t.
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Jason’s funeral was barely a month ago, and I was still drowning in the grief of it all when his family came knocking. The very people who had abandoned him when he needed them most were now standing on my doorstep like they had every right to be there.
I remember opening the door, my heart in my throat, not knowing what to expect. But I certainly wasn’t expecting this.
Susan, Jason’s mom, looked at me with this fake sweetness that made my skin crawl.
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“Alice, dear,” she began, her voice dripping with insincerity, “we were so sorry to hear about Jason. It must be so difficult for you, living here all alone.”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. What could I possibly say to her? She wasn’t here for Jason. She never had been.
Charles, his dad, didn’t waste any time. “We need to talk about the house,” he said, his tone cold and businesslike. “Jason was our son, and this house should be ours now.”
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The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What do you mean, ‘yours’? Jason bought this house, and I’ve been paying the mortgage. It’s in my name.”
That’s when their lawyer, who had been standing off to the side like some silent executioner, decided to chime in.
“Legally speaking,” he began, his voice smooth and practiced, “as Jason’s next of kin, his parents have a rightful claim to the property. Without a will, the law generally favors the immediate family.”
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“You think you can just come in here, after all this time, and take his house? You didn’t care about him when he was alive, and now you want what was his?”
Susan’s face hardened, the facade cracking just a little. “Alice, we’re his family. Blood is thicker than water. Jason would have wanted us to have this house, to keep it in the family.”
I could feel the anger bubbling inside me, but I forced myself to stay calm.
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“Jason put this house in my name over a year ago, after he got sick. We knew this might happen, and we made sure everything was legal. You don’t have a claim here. If you want this house, you can buy it from me for the price I paid Jason plus the four years of mortgage payments I made on it.”
Charles stepped forward, his voice low and threatening. “You know we can’t afford that, you selfish little… you know well that Jason would’ve wanted us to have this house. You transfer the mortgage to our name, and we’ll take over the payments. That’s my best offer. We’ll fight you in court if we have to.”
I met his gaze, refusing to back down. “You do what you have to, Charles. But before you go charging into court, there’s something you should know.”
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They all froze, a flicker of uncertainty passing over their faces. Good. Let them feel a fraction of the fear they’d caused Jason to feel all those years ago.
I turned and walked over to the sideboard in the living room, opening a drawer that had become far too familiar over the past month. Inside was a single envelope, worn and creased from being handled so many times.
I held it up, the weight almost crushing in its simplicity.
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“This,” I said, walking back toward them, “is what Jason left to you. It’s his final letter.”
Susan’s eyes lit up with something I couldn’t quite place — hope, greed, desperation, maybe all three. “A letter?” she asked, her voice trembling. “What does it say?”
I handed the envelope to her, watching as her fingers trembled slightly as she took it. “Why don’t you read it and find out?”
She hesitated, then slowly opened the envelope, pulling out the single sheet of paper inside.
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As she began to read, Charles and Jason’s brother, Mark, leaned in, their expressions a mix of anticipation and something darker.
But that hope in their eyes soon dimmed, replaced by cold, hard anger. Jason’s letter wasn’t what they had expected.
“I’m sorry,” Jason had written, “that I wasn’t the son you wanted me to be. But I’ve learned to forgive you for the pain you caused, and I hope one day you can forgive yourselves, too. I wish things could have been different, but I’ve made peace with what is.”
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The room was silent as they finished reading, the weight of Jason’s words hanging heavy in the air. For a moment, nobody spoke. They just stood there, staring at the letter like it was some cruel joke.
Finally, Susan looked up, her face twisted with something that might have been grief but was more likely disappointment.
“This… this isn’t what we expected,” she said, her voice flat.
I couldn’t help the bitter smile that tugged at my lips.
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“No, I suppose it isn’t. You came here thinking you could claim what wasn’t yours, that you could somehow make up for the years you lost with him by taking something from me. But all Jason left you was his forgiveness. And honestly, that’s more than you deserve.”
Charles clenched his fists, his anger palpable. “You think you’re so righteous, don’t you? Sitting here in his house, pretending like you were the only one who ever cared about him.”
I took a deep breath, steadying myself.
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This was the moment I had been dreading and preparing for in equal measure.
“No, Charles, I don’t think I’m righteous. But I do know that I was there for Jason when you weren’t. I was the one who held his hand when he was scared, who made sure he had a home when you turned him out. And if you want to take this house from me, you’re going to have to give me something you’ve never given Jason: an honest answer.”
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They all stared at me, their anger momentarily silenced by the gravity of my words.
“Why did you cut ties with your own son? Why did you ignore his attempts to reconcile? If you can answer those questions honestly, without lies or excuses, I’ll consider your request. But if you can’t, then you have no right to anything he left behind.”
The silence that followed was thick and suffocating. Their lawyer shifted uncomfortably, glancing at them like he wished he were anywhere but here.
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Susan’s eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but at me, while Charles seemed to be searching for the right words, his mouth opening and closing as if the truth was stuck somewhere deep inside him.
Finally, it was Susan who broke the silence, her voice a whisper. “We were… He didn’t want to do what we wanted, and we… we thought it was better that he’d live without us.”
Her words hung in the air, hollow and empty, devoid of any real remorse.
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They knew it, too. I could see it in their faces, the dawning realization that there was no justification for what they had done, no excuse that could erase the pain they had caused their son.
I shook my head, a sad smile tugging at my lips. “That’s not good enough. It’ll never be good enough.”
The lawyer, sensing the futility of their situation, stepped forward, clearing his throat. “I think it’s best if we leave, Mr. and Mrs. Miller. There’s nothing more to be done here.”
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They looked at him, then back at me, and for the first time, I saw something in their eyes that wasn’t anger or entitlement. It was defeat. Pure and simple.
Without another word, they turned and walked out of the house, their footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. I followed them to the door, watching as they got into their car and drove away, the weight of what had just happened settling over me like a blanket.
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As I closed the door behind them, I felt a mix of sorrow and relief, a strange combination that left me feeling empty and full simultaneously.
Jason was gone, but in the end, I had protected his memory and legacy from those who didn’t deserve it. And that, at least, was something.
With a final sigh, I locked the door, the sound of the deadbolt sliding into place a quiet affirmation of everything I’d fought for. The house was mine, no; it was ours. And I would carry Jason’s memory with me in these walls and my heart for as long as I lived.
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