A former pianist turned school teacher, Lily begins teaching piano to Jay, a talented boy she believes comes from a poor family. Her efforts to nurture his gift take an unexpected turn when she learns the truth about his father’s identity—a revelation that threatens to unravel everything.
Lily sat by the piano, her fingers lightly pressing random keys, filling the room with soft, disconnected notes. She sighed, her mind spinning with worry.
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The orchestra had been her life, her dream since she was a child. Now, that dream was gone, and with it, her sense of security. The director had dismissed her without a second thought, choosing his daughter over her.
She had a small job teaching music to a few adults, but it barely covered her rent, let alone food and other expenses. Frustrated, she planted her hands firmly on the keys and began to play one of her favorite melodies, pouring her emotions into every note.
The tune started softly, but as thoughts of her situation flooded her mind, she played harder, her fingers striking the keys with increasing force.
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When the song ended, the room fell into a thick, profound silence, as if absorbing her pain. Her hands dropped limply to her lap, and she gently closed the piano lid, resting her forehead against it. The stillness was comforting, but it didn’t solve her problem.
Over the next few weeks, she scoured job listings, applying to anything remotely related to music. Finally, she found a position as a school music teacher. She didn’t mind teaching—she respected teachers deeply.
Yet, part of her longed to create her own music, to pour her soul into her art, not just guide others in theirs.
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But with no other options, she accepted the job. The school was eager to have her; they’d been searching for someone for months.
The first few days were tough. She wasn’t used to working with kids, and they seemed indifferent to her quiet, gentle way of teaching. She tried everything—she played soundtracks from popular movies, catchy pop songs—anything to spark their interest. But nothing seemed to stick.
Then, one afternoon after class, as she wandered down the hallway, a soft melody caught her attention. She followed the sound to her classroom, peeking inside. There, at the piano, was Jay, one of her students. He was playing the exact piece she’d practiced earlier in the day.
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“Do you play piano?” Lily asked, walking into the room.
Jay flinched, startled. “No… not really. I haven’t played much,” he mumbled, looking down at the keys.
“But you were just playing,” Lily replied, a warm smile spreading across her face. “And very well, especially for someone your age.”
Jay shrugged. “I just remembered how you played it.”
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Lily blinked, surprised. She knew that even many trained musicians couldn’t play by memory like that. “Would you like to learn?” she asked.
Jay’s eyes brightened, and a small smile appeared on his face. “Really? You’d teach me?”
Lily nodded. But she noticed his face fall as quickly as his excitement had come. “What’s wrong?”
“I… I can’t. I mean, thank you, but… we can’t afford it,” he said quietly.
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Lily looked at him thoughtfully. She recalled noticing that he rarely ate lunch with the other kids. He seemed to keep to himself. “You don’t have to worry about paying,” she said gently. “I’ll teach you for free.”
Jay’s face lit up with a huge grin, and without warning, he threw his arms around her. “Thank you!” he said.
Over the next few weeks, Lily and Jay met in the empty classroom after school, their shared enthusiasm filling the room. Lily watched in amazement as Jay played each new piece she showed him, his fingers moving across the keys with surprising ease.
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Every note, every chord, every melody seemed to come naturally to him. She taught him music notation, guiding him through each symbol and rhythm.
Yet each time, she marveled—did he even need these lessons? His talent was raw, instinctive, as if he was born to play.
As Jay worked through a new melody one day, Lily smiled and leaned forward. “Have you ever thought about performing?” she asked.
Jay looked up, surprised. “Performing? Like, in front of people?”
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“Yes!” Lily replied. “The school festival is coming up. You could play a piece there. You’re talented enough.”
Jay hesitated, glancing at the piano keys. “I don’t know… What if I mess up?”
“You won’t,” Lily said warmly. “You’re ready, and I’ll help you. We’ll pick a song together, something you feel good about. You could even choose the piece.”
Jay bit his lip, still unsure, but nodded slowly. “All right, I guess I could try.”
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Lily’s heart soared. She hadn’t felt this excited in a long time. Teaching him, watching his confidence grow—it filled her with a sense of purpose she hadn’t known she needed.
On the day of the performance, Lily moved through the crowded school hallways, searching everywhere for Jay. Her eyes scanned each room, her heart beating a little faster with worry each time she didn’t find him.
He was supposed to close the show, and time was running out. Other teachers stopped her, asking, “Have you seen Jay? Is he ready?”
She shook her head, feeling more anxious with each question. Suddenly, just as she turned toward the stage, Jay rushed in backstage, looking flustered and out of breath.
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“Quick, I need to go on now, before he sees me,” Jay whispered urgently, glancing toward the stage.
Lily placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, sensing his distress. “Hold on, Jay. Another act is on. Who are you hiding from? Why are you so scared?”
Jay’s face crumpled, his eyes filling with tears. “He won’t let me perform. And if he finds out, he’ll get you fired. I don’t want that to happen,” he said, his voice breaking.
Lily knelt down to his level, speaking calmly. “Jay, slow down. No one is going to fire me. Who doesn’t want you to perform?”
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Jay wiped his eyes and looked down. “My dad,” he murmured.
“Your dad?” Lily echoed, surprised. “Is he… does he hurt you?”
Jay shook his head quickly. “No, he just… he doesn’t want me to play the piano.”
“Why not?” Lily asked softly, puzzled. “I’m not charging you for lessons.”
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“It’s not about the money. It’s just that—” Jay started to explain but froze as a stern voice called out.
“Jay!” a man shouted sharply. Lily turned, shocked to see Ryan standing there.
Lily recognized him instantly. Ryan—her old classmate from high school. Memories of those days rushed back. Back then, they had been friends, maybe even close friends.
Both had dreamed of a future in music, hoping for the same scholarship to attend the top music university. They’d spent hours practicing together, studying, pushing each other to improve.
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Ryan’s family had never approved of his dreams. His parents thought music was pointless, unworthy of their son’s time. But Ryan had continued, driven by his love for it, keeping his ambitions a secret from them.
The day she won the grant was the day everything changed. Ryan had looked at her, hurt and angry, and said she had ruined his life. His words, “I hate you,” had haunted her ever since.
Now, standing before her, she saw that same resentment in his eyes, as if all those years hadn’t passed.
“Jay!” Ryan’s voice rang out sharply. “I told you not to play music. I forbade it!”
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Jay looked down, his voice barely a whisper. “Dad, I can explain…”
Lily, sensing Jay’s fear, turned to him. “You’re not from a poor family?” she asked gently, though she knew the truth. Ryan had inherited his father’s company and was far from struggling.
Ryan scoffed. “Poor family? He probably made that story up so I wouldn’t find out about these lessons. He even stopped eating at school, hoping I’d never suspect it.”
Lily took a steady breath. “But why are you stopping him from playing music?” she asked, looking Ryan in the eye.
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“Because it’s not something a real man does,” Ryan replied firmly.
Lily felt her heart sink. “Ryan, that’s not your belief—that’s your father’s. The Ryan I knew loved music, loved playing the piano.”
Jay’s eyes widened, surprised. “Dad, you used to play?”
Ryan’s gaze hardened. “The Ryan you knew is gone. I was young and foolish. Now I understand. Music isn’t profitable, and it isn’t masculine.” He reached for Jay’s hand, pulling him away from the stage without another word.
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Lily watched Ryan and Jay walk away, her heart pounding. She couldn’t let this end like that. Without hesitating, she hurried through the halls and out to the parking lot. She saw them approaching Ryan’s car, Jay looking down, defeated.
“Wait! Ryan, wait!” Lily called, her voice urgent. “You can’t do this!”
Ryan stopped but didn’t turn. “This is my son,” he said loudly. “I have every right to decide what’s best for him.”
Lily took a breath, stepping forward. “You don’t have the right to take this from him. Jay is talented, Ryan. You know it, and I know it. He deserves this chance.”
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Ryan turned to face her, his expression hard. “I was talented once, too. I had that chance, but you took it from me. Now, I see it was all nonsense.”
“That’s not true,” Lily said, her voice steady. “You don’t believe that, Ryan. And it wasn’t me who took it away. Your parents refused to support you. They never saw your dreams. I know that hurt, but don’t let it hurt Jay.”
Ryan’s eyes flickered, but he shook his head. “It’s my decision. Jay will not play music.”
Lily’s voice rose with emotion. “Stop this, Ryan! It isn’t fair! You’re denying him something he loves because of your own anger—anger at me, anger at your parents. Jay deserves a chance to be who he is. I could find him another teacher, but he needs this. You can’t crush this dream.”
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Jay’s voice was a whisper, but his words were clear. “Please, Dad. Just listen to me. Let me play.”
Ryan looked at Jay, something softening in his expression. After a long pause, he nodded slowly. “One time,” he said quietly. “You can play once.”
Lily let out a sigh of relief. She led Jay back into the school and guided him onto the stage. He took his place at the piano, his fingers finding the keys. As he played, the room grew silent, captivated by the beauty of his music. Lily glanced at Ryan, and for the first time, she saw tears in his eyes.
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“That was my favorite sonata,” he said to Lily, his voice low. “I never had the skill to play it.”
Lily smiled softly. “So, does that mean…” she started, but he nodded, giving his quiet approval. Lily’s heart swelled with pride as she looked at Jay, feeling that he might be her greatest accomplishment.
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To Pick up a New Girl, My Widower Dad Told Her I Was His Housekeeper, Not His Daughter – I Taught Him a Harsh Lesson
Clara and her widowed Dad share a close bond, but his latest romantic move shakes things up. When her Dad calls her the housekeeper to impress his new girlfriend, Clara is left hurt and angry. Determined to teach her Dad a harsh lesson, Clara decides to show that this “house cleaner” knows how to tidy up more than just rooms.
The “mess” really started ten years ago when I was just seven.
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After Mom passed away, it was just me and Dad in our big old house. I missed her every day, but I knew Dad needed me, so I tried to be strong.
I became pretty good at making simple meals like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Sometimes, I’d pour cereal and milk for breakfast or help Dad with the laundry by folding clothes and matching socks. I wanted to help him as much as I could.
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The house felt emptier without Mom, and I knew Dad felt it, too.
But the loneliness also brought Dad and me together, and we became best friends. We would spend evenings talking about our day, watching movies, or just sitting on the porch.
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I really loved those moments. They made me feel close to him like we were a team. He would tell me stories about Mom, and I’d share my school adventures with him. Those talks helped us both heal a little each day.
One day, I found Dad staring at his computer with a puzzled look. “What’s wrong, Dad?” I asked.
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He sighed, “I’m trying to set up a profile on this dating site, Clara, but I have no idea what to write.”
I giggled. “Let me help you, Dad!” I said. I hopped onto his lap and looked at the screen. “Tell them you like fishing and reading.”
He laughed. “You think that’s a good idea?”
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“Yeah! And say you’re a great cook,” I added with a grin, knowing he could only make spaghetti and scrambled eggs.
Dad took my advice, and it became our little game. He’d show me messages from women, and I’d help him reply. Sometimes, I’d make silly suggestions just to see him laugh. “Tell her you can cook a mean peanut butter sandwich,” I’d say, and we’d both crack up. It felt good to see him smile again.
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Even though life without Mom was hard, Dad and I found ways to make it better. We leaned on each other and grew closer every day. Helping him navigate the dating world was just one of the ways I showed him I cared. I wanted him to be happy, and he wanted the same for me.
We were a team, and together, we could handle anything. But one night, that changed.
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I had just come back from a fun night at my friend Emma’s house. As I walked into our living room, I was stunned to see Dad and a woman I didn’t recognize. They were snuggled up on the couch, and Dad was whispering something in her ear. I almost dropped my backpack in shock.
Dad’s face turned bright red when he saw me. He jumped up, looking like a deer caught in headlights. “Uh, Clara! Hi! Um, this is, uh…” He was stuttering so much that I almost felt sorry for him.
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“Who is this, Daniel?” the woman asked, breaking the awkward silence.
In his nervousness, Dad blurted out, “This is Clara, my housekeeper… the maid!”
My eyes widened in surprise. Maid? Seriously, Dad? I felt a mix of shock and betrayal.
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“Oh, is she?” the woman said with a big smile. “Great! Clara, today you have to clean up the bedroom. After our night there, it needs a good tidy-up!”
My jaw dropped to the floor. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Clean the bedroom after their night together?
I glanced at Dad, and he looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up.
“Da–I mean, Mr. Daniels, the bedroom?” I asked, trying to control my anger.
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“Yes…” he sighed sadly. “That’s all for today.”
“Sure thing, Mr. Daniel,” I finally said, trying to keep a straight face.
I grabbed a nearby dust cloth and went upstairs, glaring at both of them. This wasn’t like Dad at all, and I couldn’t believe he introduced me as the house cleaner.
Entering the bedroom, I saw it was a complete mess.
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Clothes were strewn everywhere, and the bed was unmade. The lingering scent of the woman’s perfume filled the air, making me wrinkle my nose. I didn’t want to clean the place, especially not after that awkward situation.
I sat there, thinking about what to do. I needed to teach Dad a lesson for putting me in such an awkward position.
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If his new girlfriend didn’t like kids, she needed to know that I was a big part of Dad’s life. And if Dad was hiding me because of that, it wasn’t fair to either of us. Why would Dad be with someone who couldn’t accept me?
Then it hit me. I had to confront Dad in a way that would expose his dishonesty without making things worse. I needed to be smart about this. It had to be something he couldn’t wriggle out of.
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I sat on the bed, the mess around me mirroring the whirlwind of thoughts in my head. Soon, an idea popped into my mind.
This “house cleaner” was about to clean up Dad’s mess in a way he’d never forget!
Walking back into the living room, I saw Dad and the woman chatting, completely unaware of what was coming.
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With a mischievous glint in my eye, I said loudly, “It seems that your last night together was not as hot as the day before yesterday, Mr. Daniel! The day before yesterday, I had to clean up for three hours after your night! Oh, apologies for my language.”
The woman’s face turned bright red with anger. “I wasn’t here the day before yesterday! Who were you in the bedroom with the day before yesterday?” she shouted at Dad.
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Dad’s eyes widened, and he looked like he was about to faint. “Clara, what are you talking about?” he stammered.
I feigned confusion, tilting my head. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but you must be Jessica, right? Mr. Daniels wouldn’t stop talking about how amazing you are!”
The woman’s fury reached a boiling point. “I’m MARTHA!” she shouted, turning to Dad. “Who the hell is this Jessica?”
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Dad opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, unable to come up with a response. Martha’s face twisted in rage as she slapped him hard across the face, the sound echoing through the room. She stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind her.
I stood there, watching Dad rub his cheek. He finally looked at me, his expression a blend of anger and helplessness. “Clara, why did you do that?”
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I crossed my arms, feeling a sense of satisfaction. “Because, Dad, you lied about me and put me in an awkward position. If you’re going to date, be honest about it. And don’t ever introduce me as your house cleaner again. So, Mr. Daniel, is there anything else I need to clean up?” I asked, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.
For a moment, Dad just stared at me, then he started to chuckle.
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The chuckle turned into a full-blown laugh, and before long, we were both laughing so hard we could barely stand. The tension melted away, replaced by the familiar warmth of our bond.
“Really, Dad, you brought home a woman like her? She’s so annoying! And why did you lie about me?”
Dad shrugged, looking a bit sheepish. “She wasn’t very fond of kids. I guess that’s why I didn’t mention you.”
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I rolled my eyes. “Dad, if someone doesn’t like kids, they’re not worth your time. You know that, right?”
“I know, Clara. I’m sorry for acting the way I did. I should’ve been honest with you and with her.”
I walked over and gave him a hug. “It’s okay, Dad. Just remember, we’re a team. No more secrets, okay?”
He hugged me back tightly. “No more secrets. I promise.”
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We pulled apart, and I looked around the living room. “Now, about that cleaning…”
Dad laughed again, shaking his head. “I think we’ve had enough cleaning for one day. How about we order some pizza and watch a movie instead?”
I grinned. “That sounds perfect.”
What would you have done?
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