Stella finalmente conseguiu chegar ao seu assento na classe executiva do avião. Mas um homem não quis sentar ao lado dela e disse à aeromoça que a mulher mais velha deveria ficar na classe econômica. A aeromoça recusou o pedido, e Stella conseguiu sentar-se. Depois, Stella contou a história mais agridoce de sua vida.
“Eu não quero sentar ao lado daquela… mulher!” Franklin Delaney quase gritou com a aeromoça que acompanhava uma mulher mais velha e disse que ela estava sentada ao lado dele.
“Senhor, este é o assento dela. Não podemos fazer nada sobre isso,” a aeromoça disse gentilmente, tentando persuadir o empresário que tinha uma carranca no rosto.
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“Isso não pode ser verdade. Esses assentos são muito caros, e ela não poderia pagar por um! Olhe para as roupas dela!” Franklin quase gritou, apontando para as roupas da mulher mais velha. Stella estava envergonhada. Ela estava usando suas melhores roupas e odiava que os outros soubessem que sua roupa era barata.
Outros passageiros da classe executiva se viraram para olhá-los, e a mulher mais velha, Stella Taylor, olhou para os próprios pés. A altercação continuou, e estava atrasando o enchimento do avião. Vários outros comissários de bordo apareceram, tentando acalmar Franklin.
Surpreendentemente, outros passageiros concordaram com o empresário. Eles concordaram que a mulher não poderia ter pago pelo assento e disseram para ela sair. Foi a experiência mais humilhante da vida de Stella e, finalmente, ela cedeu.
“Senhorita, está tudo bem. Se você tiver outro assento na classe econômica, eu fico lá. Gastei todas as minhas economias neste assento, mas é melhor não incomodar os outros”, ela disse, colocando a mão no braço da aeromoça gentilmente.
A mulher já tinha sido tão gentil com ela porque Stella se perdeu no aeroporto. Ela tinha 85 anos e nunca tinha viajado na vida. Portanto, o Aeroporto Internacional de Seattle-Tacoma tinha sido bem confuso. Mas a companhia aérea finalmente designou um atendente para ela, que a acompanhou durante todo o processo, e elas finalmente chegaram ao voo dela, que estava partindo para Nova York.
A aeromoça não queria brigar com o empresário que não acreditava que Stella estava sentada ao lado dele, embora eles até mostrassem o cartão de embarque dela. A mulher se virou para Stella com uma carranca severa, embora a raiva não fosse direcionada a Stella.
“Não, senhora. Você pagou por este assento, e merece sentar aqui, não importa o que digam,” a comissária de bordo insistiu.
Ela se virou para o homem novamente e ameaçou chamar a segurança do aeroporto para escoltá-lo para fora. Foi quando o homem suspirou em derrota e deixou Stella sentar ao lado dele. O avião decolou, e Stella ficou tão assustada que deixou sua bolsa cair.
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Felizmente, o homem não era completamente irracional e a ajudou a recuperar suas coisas. Mas seu medalhão de rubi caiu, e o homem assobiou para o item. “Uau, isso é algo a mais”, ele comentou.
“O que você quer dizer?” Stella perguntou.
“Sou um joalheiro de antiguidades, e este medalhão é insanamente valioso. Essas são definitivamente rubis de verdade. Estou errado?”, disse o homem, devolvendo o medalhão a ela. Stella o agarrou de volta e olhou para ele.
“Sinceramente, não tenho ideia. Meu pai deu para minha mãe há muitos anos, e ela me deu quando meu pai não voltou para casa”, disse Stella.
“O que aconteceu?”, perguntou o homem. “Sinto muito. Meu nome é Franklin Delaney. Quero me desculpar pelo meu comportamento anterior. Algumas coisas complicadas estão acontecendo na minha vida, e eu não deveria ter agido daquela forma. Posso perguntar o que aconteceu com seu pai?”
“Meu pai era um piloto de caça durante a Segunda Guerra Mundial. Quando a América entrou na guerra, ele saiu de casa, mas deu este medalhão para minha mãe como uma promessa de que ele voltaria. Eles se amavam muito. Eu tinha apenas quatro anos na época, mas me lembro daquele dia claramente. Ele nunca voltou”, explicou Stella.
“Isso é terrível.”
“É. A guerra não tem sentido. Nada sai dela. E minha mãe nunca se recuperou da perda. Ela era uma casca de si mesma, e nós mal sobrevivíamos. Mas mesmo quando as coisas estavam terríveis em casa, ela nunca pensou em vendê-lo. Ela me deu quando eu tinha dez anos e me disse para ficar com ele. Mas eu também nunca pensei em vendê-lo, embora eu também tenha passado por dificuldades financeiras. Honestamente, seu valor real está lá dentro”, Stella revelou e sorriu para Franklin enquanto o abria.
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Havia duas fotos dentro do medalhão. Uma era em tom sépia e mostrava um casal, e a outra mostrava um bebê. “Esses são meus pais. Olha como eles estavam apaixonados”, Stella disse nostalgicamente.
Franklin assentiu, sem dizer nada, mas olhou para a outra foto. “É seu neto?”, ele se perguntou de repente.
“Não, esse é meu filho e, na verdade, ele é o motivo de eu estar neste voo”, respondeu a mulher mais velha.
“Você vai vê-lo?”
“Não, é isso. Você se lembra de como eu disse que tinha problemas financeiros? Bem, eu engravidei há muitos anos. Eu estava na casa dos 30, e meu namorado desapareceu. Eu tive meu filho por vários meses, mas estava claro que eu não seria capaz de dar a ele uma vida boa. Eu não tinha um sistema de apoio. Minha mãe já havia falecido anos antes após sofrer de demência, então eu o dei para adoção”, revelou Stella.
“Vocês dois se reconectaram depois?”
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“Eu tentei. Eu o encontrei graças a essas coisas de teste de DNA. Pedi a um garoto vizinho para me ajudar a enviar um e-mail para ele. Mas Josh — esse é o nome dele — respondeu que estava bem e que não precisava de mim. Tentei várias vezes contatá-lo e pedi perdão, mas ele nunca mais respondeu meus e-mails.”
Franklin coçou a cabeça em confusão. “Não entendo o que você está fazendo neste voo então. Você disse que estava aqui por ele.”
“Ele é o piloto deste voo. Estou aqui porque hoje é o aniversário dele. Ele nasceu em 22 de janeiro de 1973, e eu posso não ter muito tempo nesta terra, então eu queria passar pelo menos um dos aniversários dele com ele. Este é o único jeito,” Stella explicou e sorriu para Franklin antes de voltar os olhos para o medalhão novamente.
Ela não percebeu Franklin limpando uma lágrima errante do rosto ou o fato de que alguns comissários de bordo e vários passageiros ouviram a história. Depois de alguns minutos, uma aeromoça entrou na cabine.
“De qualquer forma, esta é uma das rotas mais longas dele, então posso passar cinco horas perto do meu filho”, disse Stella, finalmente fechando o medalhão e colocando-o na bolsa.
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Na opinião dela, aquelas cinco horas passaram rápido, e quando o intercomunicador do piloto ligou, ele anunciou que chegariam ao JFK em breve. Mas em vez de desligar a comunicação, ele continuou sua mensagem.
“Além disso, quero que todos deem as boas-vindas à minha mãe biológica, que está voando na minha rota pela primeira vez. Ei, mãe. Espere por mim quando o avião pousar”, disse John pelo interfone. Os olhos de Stella lacrimejaram, e Franklin sorriu, envergonhado por ter se comportado de forma tão rude antes. Mas, pelo menos, ele já se desculpou.
Quando John pousou o avião, ele saiu da cabine, quebrando o protocolo, e foi direto para Stella com os braços abertos, abraçando-a ferozmente. Todos os passageiros e comissários de bordo aplaudiram e comemoraram.
Ninguém ouviu, mas John sussurrou nos ouvidos de Stella, agradecendo-a por fazer o que era melhor para ele todos aqueles anos atrás. Depois de responder ao primeiro e-mail dela, John percebeu que não estava realmente bravo com sua mãe por desistir dele, mas não sabia o que dizer a ela. Então ele se desculpou por não responder aos outros e-mails dela e não ouvi-la antes. Ela disse a ele que não havia nada pelo que se desculpar, pois ela entendia o porquê.
O que podemos aprender com essa história?
- Nunca seja rude com estranhos, não importa o que aconteça. Franklin foi rude com a mulher sem nenhuma razão válida e ficou envergonhado de suas ações mais tarde.
- O perdão é divino. Stella foi rápida em perdoar Franklin por suas ações e não guardou rancor do homem sentado ao lado dela.
Compartilhe esta história com seus amigos. Pode alegrar o dia deles e inspirá-los.
Se você gostou desta história, talvez goste desta sobre um homem que adotou uma menina, e a mãe biológica apareceu anos depois.
I Couldn’t Understand Why My Mother-in-Law Hated Me until I Found Her Letters in My House’s Attic – Story of the Day
During a visit to her mother-in-law, Macy endures relentless mocking of her cooking, appearance, and how she treats her husband. When she finally stands up for herself, she becomes the villain. However, an unexpected find in her father’s house reveals reasons behind it all, changing her perspective.
On an empty road on a sunny holiday evening, a car cruised along. Inside, behind the wheel, was Chandler, a cheerful man with a perpetual smile on his face.
He was steering with one hand while carefully scrolling through his playlist with the other.
Concentrated on two tasks, his gaze constantly shifted between the road and the player. The bright sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on his face.
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Next to him sat his wife, Macy. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, and her eyes stared straight ahead, avoiding Chandler.
Her face was a picture of irritation, her lips pressed into a thin line. The tension in the car was palpable, almost as if a cloud of unease hung over them.
After what seemed like ages, Chandler finally settled on a song. “Take Me Home, Country Roads” by John Denver filled the car.
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Chandler’s smile widened, and he nodded his head in time with the music.
“Almost Heaven…” he began to sing, glancing at Macy, hoping she would join in. His voice was warm and inviting, filled with the hope that the music might lighten her mood.
But Macy remained silent, her eyes fixed firmly on the passing scenery outside. Her irritation only seemed to deepen.
Seeing her reaction, Chandler, undeterred, turned up the volume a little, the familiar tune growing louder.
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Macy’s face tightened, and she turned away even more, pressing herself against the car door as if trying to escape the sound.
“Turn it down…” she muttered, her voice barely audible over the music.
Chandler wasn’t ready to give up. He took a deep breath and sang even louder, “Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong…”
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He looked at Macy with a wide grin, trying to draw her into the song, hoping his enthusiasm would be contagious.
Macy’s patience snapped. With a swift, angry motion, she reached out and turned off the player. The car fell into a sudden, heavy silence. The tension thickened, filling the space between them like a dense fog.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something?”
Chandler asked, his voice filled with concern and a hint of confusion. He kept his eyes on the road but occasionally glanced at Macy, hoping for some explanation.
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“It’s not you… I’m just not in the mood for songs… you know why…” Macy’s voice was tight with suppressed emotion.
“Because of my mom, right? It’s just for the weekend, dear…” Chandler’s voice was gentle, trying to soothe her.
“She hates me… She always finds something wrong… Either I cook wrong, clean wrong, talk wrong, look wrong… I can’t even breathe without hearing that something’s wrong with me.” Macy’s words tumbled out in a rush, her frustration clear.
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“I know, dear, I have no idea why she’s picking on you like that. But it’s only for this weekend, I promise I’ll talk to her to be kinder.” Chandler reached out to touch her hand, but she pulled away, still too upset to be comforted.
“No need, the last thing I need is for her to know I’m complaining about her. Let her do what she wants, I just wonder why she does it.”
Macy’s voice wavered, and she let out a heavy sigh, staring down at her lap.
“We can’t change the direction of the wind…” Chandler said softly, glancing at her with a hopeful smile.
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Macy sighed sadly, feeling the weight of the weekend ahead pressing down on her.
“But we can adjust the sails,” Chandler added with a smile, hoping to bring a little lightness to the conversation.
A small smile tugged at the corners of Macy’s mouth. She reached over and pressed the player, starting the song again. “Country road! Take me hoooome,” they sang together.
Chandler sang loudly and diligently, while Macy joined in with less enthusiasm but already starting to feel a bit lighter. The warmth of the music and the moment shared began to melt away the tension, if only just a little.
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Arriving at Chandler’s mother Linda’s house, they immediately noticed that her lawn was unkempt, and the yard was a bit dirty. Weeds were poking through the cracks in the walkway, and the bushes were overgrown.
“I’ve offered her so many times to order lawn mowing for her,” Macy said, shaking her head.
“You know her, she doesn’t like it when someone helps her,” Chandler replied, his voice calm and understanding.
“Yes, yes, everything herself… That’s our Linda,” Macy added sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
“Don’t mock her, she’s still my mom,” Chandler said, a gentle reminder in his tone.
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“I know, it’s just that she’s all alone here…” Macy trailed off, her voice softening.
“You mean well, but trust me. Over time, everything will change,” Chandler reassured her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Just then, the door opened, and Linda came out, wiping her hands on her apron. “Chandler, what took you so long? The food is getting cold, come in quickly,” she called out, her tone brisk but warm.
“Hi Mom, we’re coming,” Chandler replied with a smile, waving at her.
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“Hello, Linda,” Macy greeted calmly, trying to keep her voice neutral.
Linda looked at Macy, sized her up, and in a half-tone said, “And you came? Welcome…”
Chandler understandingly looked at Macy, giving her a supportive nod, and walked inside with her, ready to face whatever came next.
The table was set with Linda’s finest china, and the savory aroma of stew filled the air. Linda invited Chandler and Macy to sit, her voice carrying a note of forced cheerfulness.
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The dining room was cozy, with family photos on the walls and an old grandfather clock ticking softly in the corner.
“Please, sit down,” Linda said, gesturing to their places.
Macy and Chandler took their seats. Chandler noticed the tension between Linda and Macy almost immediately. They exchanged guarded glances, and Macy’s shoulders were tense. He decided to break the ice.
“Mom, the stew is delicious, just like in childhood!” Chandler exclaimed, his eyes bright with enthusiasm as he took a bite.
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Linda’s face softened slightly. “I know how much you love it, eat up, son. You probably don’t get fed like this at home.”
Macy felt the sting of Linda’s words. She forced herself to stay calm, remembering Chandler’s advice to endure. She took a deep breath and tried to smile.
“Mom, you don’t have to say that. Macy cooks wonderfully,” Chandler said, trying to defend his wife without escalating the situation.
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Linda glanced at Chandler’s shirt and noticed a small stain. She reached over and wiped it with her hand, her movements sharp and precise. “And she also takes great care of your clothes…” she added sarcastically.
Macy’s grip on her fork tightened. She felt anger bubbling up inside her but took another deep breath. This wasn’t the time to explode.
“I’m not very hungry,” Macy said, standing up. “I’ll go wash the dishes.”
Linda watched her leave with a disapproving look, her eyes following Macy’s every move.
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Macy walked into the kitchen, where the sound of running water soon filled the silence. She began scrubbing the plates with more force than necessary, trying to release her frustration.
In the dining room, Chandler turned to his mother. “Mom, you’re always hurting her. She’s my wife; you can’t talk to her like that.”
“And I’m your mother!” Linda snapped back. “I’m just telling the truth. She can’t even eat normally because of her nerves…”
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In the kitchen, Macy heard every word. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she could feel the anger rising like a tidal wave. This was the last straw. She turned off the water, left the dishes half-washed, and marched back into the dining room.
“Great, so we’re telling the truth now?” Macy said, her voice shaking with anger. “Fine, I’ll try too!”
“Dear, please don’t…” Chandler pleaded, sensing the explosion that was about to happen.
“It’s very necessary!” Macy retorted, her eyes flashing with determination. She turned to Linda, her voice steady and cold.
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“Linda, how about a hostess who has her lawn in a terrible state? It’s already looking like a swamp. How many times have I offered to help, but you’re too proud!”
Linda’s face flushed with anger. “It’s none of your business what my lawn looks like!”
“Why not? It’s your business how I cook! You don’t miss a single flaw of mine. So here’s yours. You’re a bitter, lonely woman who finds it easier to ruin her own son’s life to lift her mood! You don’t deserve him!”
“Enough! Stop it, both of you!” Chandler shouted, unable to take the hostility any longer. He stood up, placing himself between the two women.
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Linda finally couldn’t hold back. Tears welled up in her eyes and began to flow down her cheeks. Chandler turned to Macy, his expression a mix of frustration and sorrow.
“Why did you do that!? It doesn’t help the situation.”
“Me? What was I supposed to do, endure it further? To make things easier for you? I’m fed up with all this!” Macy shouted back, her voice breaking with emotion. She grabbed her coat, her movements quick and jerky.
“Where are you going?” Chandler asked, his voice tinged with desperation.
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“Away from here,” Macy replied, her voice cold and resolute. She left the house and slammed the door behind her, the sound echoing in the now-silent dining room.
Chandler stood there, torn between his wife and his mother, unsure of how to mend the rift that had just widened even further.
Linda sank into her chair, tears still streaming down her face, while the smell of the now-cold stew lingered in the air, a bitter reminder of the evening’s disastrous turn.
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Macy took a taxi to a house that once belonged to her father. Now, it stood abandoned, filled with old things and memories.
She walked through the front door, pushing it open with a slight effort, and entered the dusty, quiet house.
Macy made her way to her old room, pushing open the door with a soft creak. The room looked just as she remembered it, frozen in time.
She ran her fingers over the faded wallpaper and the old bedspread.
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Then she walked to her father’s room. It felt like stepping into a museum of her childhood.
On the nightstand was a photo in a frame. Macy picked it up and stared at her father’s face. She missed him so much; she longed for her parents in moments like this. She sighed deeply, holding the photo close.
Her phone rang, breaking the silence. She took it out of her pocket and saw Chandler’s name on the screen. With a heavy heart, she answered and brought the phone to her ear.
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“Where are you?” Chandler asked, his voice filled with worry.
“At my father’s…” Macy replied softly.
“In that old house? Please come back, I was wrong…” Chandler’s voice was pleading.
“I’ll come back… Give me some time.” Macy’s voice was steady but sad.
“Okay…” Chandler sighed. They hung up, leaving Macy alone with her thoughts.
After hanging up, Macy decided to go up to the attic. The attic was filled with boxes, covered in a thick layer of dust. She started rummaging through them, looking for some connection to her father.
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She found his favorite hat, his old toolset, and his baseball glove. He had always dreamed of having a son, but Macy played with him too, and that’s how she came to love baseball.
At the bottom of a box, she found a strange package. Opening it, she saw a bunch of letters, their edges yellowed with age. Macy was intrigued. Who could have written to her reclusive father?
She began to read a few letters and was shocked. Her father hadn’t written a single reply. All these letters were to him from Linda, Chandler’s mother.
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Macy couldn’t believe it. She read the names and addresses over and over, but everything matched.
Linda had written dozens of letters to her father. Macy opened the last one and everything clicked into place. Linda and her father had been together in their youth.
It didn’t lead to marriage or children, just a youthful love. In the letters, Linda wrote that she still loved him and asked why he left her when everything was so good.
Macy sat back, stunned. Linda knew that Macy was the daughter of the man who rejected her.
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A man who once broke her heart and stayed in her memory forever. Linda was a lonely woman who couldn’t forget the pain Macy’s father had caused her.
Macy’s words during their argument had cut deep because they came from the daughter of the man who had hurt Linda so much. Now, Macy regretted what she had said. Everything made sense now.
Macy returned to Linda’s house and quietly entered. In the living room, Chandler and Linda were already waiting for her.
“Dear, please forgive me…” Chandler began, his voice filled with emotion.
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“Yes, Macy. I was wrong… I want to…” Linda started to say.
“No need…” Macy gently interrupted, walking towards Linda. She wrapped her arms around Linda in a warm hug. “Forgive me, and my father,” she whispered.
Linda was surprised but softened in Macy’s embrace, letting go of the past pain. At that moment, no more words were needed.
Both women understood each other perfectly. The conflict was resolved, marking the beginning of a friendly relationship.
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