Enquanto ainda está aprendendo a lidar com a morte do marido, Margaret faz uma descoberta que a força a repensar toda a sua vida.
Quando Margaret Freeman tinha 18 anos, ela tomou uma decisão que afetaria o resto de sua vida: ela se casou com o doce e engraçado Daniel Hernandez, que seu pai rico desaprovava.
“Você se casa com aquele canalha e não vai ganhar nada de mim, Margaret!”, seu pai gritou. “Você verá o que o amor realmente é quando você puder viver em um buraco de rato de um quarto com baratas subindo pelas paredes!”
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Mas Margaret não escutou. Ela tinha certeza de que nunca se arrependeria de amar Daniel. Nunca.
No começo, era romântico ir para casa, para aquele apartamento minúsculo (não havia ratos e baratas — não havia espaço). Margaret conseguiu um emprego como recepcionista em um grande hotel, e Daniel começou a trabalhar nos correios.
“Segurança no emprego, amor”, Daniel explicou quando Margaret o encorajou a encontrar um emprego com melhor remuneração. “Preciso saber que haverá uma pensão para nos manter quando estivermos velhos!”
Margaret entendeu a obsessão de Daniel com segurança. Ele não tinha visto sua mãe viver da miséria que a previdência social lhe dava depois que seu pai morreu em um acidente de trabalho em um canteiro de obras? Ele era ilegal, sem seguro, sem pensão para sua viúva e cinco filhos.
Daniel estava determinado a que a mesma coisa não acontecesse com Margaret ou seus filhos. Trabalhar para os correios, Daniel acreditava, daria a eles essa garantia.
Mas dois salários modestos não iam longe com dois filhos para criar. Embora fossem frugais, cada centavo que Margaret e Daniel ganhavam, eles gastavam. Sobrava muito pouco para economias.
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Então seus dois filhos cresceram, saíram de casa e começaram suas próprias vidas: o filho se mudou para o Alasca e a filha para o Brasil, e Margaret e Daniel estavam de volta ao ponto de partida.
Foi por volta dessa época que o pai de Margaret faleceu. Aparentemente, o tempo e a felicidade de Margaret não amoleceram seu coração, porque ele deixou todo o seu patrimônio considerável para seu filho mais novo, que não era perturbado por pontadas de consciência.
Quando você cede à dúvida, ela pode destruir sua paz de espírito.
Daniel ficou arrasado. “Foi isso que me amar lhe custou, Margaret!”, ele disse amargamente. “A vida que você merecia!”
“Não!” Margaret disse a ele firmemente. “Eu não trocaria o que temos por todo o dinheiro do mundo!”
Mas Daniel ficou em silêncio e distante, e pela primeira vez em trinta e oito anos de casamento, Margaret começou a se perguntar se ele ainda a amava.
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Então Daniel começou a fazer hora extra no trabalho, muita hora extra. “É essa nova correspondência de entrega noturna, tem que ser classificada 24 horas por dia, 7 dias por semana…” ele explicou. Mas Margaret notou que quando Daniel chegava em casa às duas ou três da manhã, ele tinha um cheiro diferente.
Ele cheirava a lírios, e Margaret nunca gostou de sabonete com cheiro de lírios. Isso a lembrava de sua avó paterna, uma mulher de quem ela nunca gostou. Daniel cheirava a lírios, e ele não fazia mais amor com Margaret, a menos que fosse fim de semana…
No começo, Margaret disse a si mesma que era imaginação dela, mas as coisas não mudaram. Dois anos depois, Daniel ainda chegava em casa toda noite, ainda cheirava a lírios e, pior de tudo, não havia dinheiro extra na conta conjunta deles.
Margaret tentou abordar o assunto com Daniel uma vez, mas ele a repreendeu. “Eu também tenho que prestar contas do que gasto? É meu dinheiro, eu o ganhei!”
Depois disso, Margaret não disse mais nada e chorou em silêncio quando ele chegava em casa todas as noites e lhe dava as costas na mesma cama em que haviam concebido seus filhos.
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Eles nunca mais falavam sobre seus planos para a aposentadoria, e as “horas extras” de Daniel deixavam poucas oportunidades para eles trabalharem no que estava destruindo seu casamento. Quando os fins de semana chegavam, ele se trancava na garagem mexendo com sabe-se lá o quê e só saía para as refeições.
De se considerar a mulher mais feliz do mundo, Margaret tinha certeza de que era a mais miserável. Todos os seus sonhos tinham evaporado no ar, e ela até começou a duvidar se Daniel a amara.
Margaret e Daniel tinham acabado de comemorar seu 50º aniversário de casamento quando Daniel teve um ataque cardíaco. Margaret sabia qual era o prognóstico antes mesmo do médico falar. Ele balançou a cabeça lentamente.
“Sra. Hernandez”, ele disse a Margaret, “acho que você deveria se preparar para o pior. O coração do seu marido está simplesmente desgastado. A única opção seria um transplante de coração, e a idade dele o coloca em último lugar na lista…”
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“Ele tem sessenta e nove anos”, suspirou Margaret. “Ele tem apenas sessenta e nove anos, ele prometeu que iria se aposentar…” Naquela noite, Margaret ligou para os filhos e eles voaram para Nova York para se despedir, junto com Anna, a única neta de Margaret.
Duas semanas depois, tudo acabou. Daniel se foi, e mesmo tendo falado amorosamente com seus filhos e netos sobre o passado, ele apenas segurou a mão de Margaret em silêncio.
“Margaret”, ele sussurrou em seu último dia na Terra. “Eu te amo, só você, eu sempre amei…” Essas foram suas últimas palavras, e um escasso conforto depois de tantos anos de dúvidas e infelicidade.
O filho e a filha de Margaret choraram pelo pai, mas eles tinham suas próprias vidas para viver, então eles partiram logo após o funeral. Foi Anna quem ficou para trás para ajudar Margaret a se conformar com sua casa vazia, sua vida destruída.
No dia seguinte à partida dos filhos, Margaret levantou-se e decidiu que faria uma varredura completa do passado. Com a ajuda de Anna, ela empacotou todos os pertences pessoais de Daniel em caixas de papelão para a Goodwill.
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Ela estava fechando a última caixa quando um cheiro de lírios assaltou seus sentidos. Ela se viu gritando roucamente, chutando a caixa, derramando todo o conteúdo cuidadosamente dobrado.
Anna estava lá para abraçá-la e acalmá-la, e de alguma forma a história toda veio à tona. “Ele está me traindo pelos últimos 12 anos, vindo para minha cama toda noite cheirando a outra mulher;” Margaret soluçou. “E suas últimas palavras para mim foram uma mentira!”
As lágrimas e a confidência de sua dor ajudaram, e Anna sugeriu que atacassem a garagem de Daniel, limpassem os últimos pedaços de dor de Margaret. As duas mulheres entraram na garagem e começaram a separar o lixo acumulado de uma vida inteira.
Então, em um canto, Anna encontrou uma mala velha com fechaduras enferrujadas. Ela estava prestes a jogá-la fora, mas ela parecia muito pesada, então ela decidiu abri-la primeiro. Não havia chave, mas o uso de uma chave inglesa velha e um martelo logo abriu a mala.
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“Vovó…” Anna arfou. “Por favor, venha aqui…” Margaret largou a lata cheia de pregos que estava separando e foi até o lado da neta. A mala estava aberta, e dentro dela havia maços de notas de $20 cuidadosamente embrulhados e um diário antigo.
“De onde veio isso?”, Margaret arfou. “É muito dinheiro!”
Anna abriu o diário. “Vovó”, ela disse suavemente. “Você precisa ler isso… Acho que ele começou a economizar cada centavo que podia quando vocês se casaram… Ah! Isso é de 12 anos atrás! Ouça: ‘Hoje comecei a trabalhar no departamento de saneamento de Nova York, no turno da noite de limpeza de esgoto.
“‘Não é um trabalho fácil, mas paga muito melhor do que meu emprego diário, e tenho que garantir o futuro de Margaret. O pai dela estava certo. Sou um perdedor. Custei tudo a ela, mas estou determinado a devolver pelo menos uma pequena parte.
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“‘Não quero que Margaret saiba, então eu disse a ela que estou separando a correspondência da noite para o dia e que tomo um banho antes de voltar para casa todas as noites. Não vou trazer esse fedor para nossa casa.’”
Margaret estava chorando silenciosamente enquanto Anna lia o relato de Daniel sobre sua vida dupla. “Olha, vovó, ele escreve o que está colocando na mala todo mês… Há um total de quase $300.000!”
Margaret olhou para aquela velha mala surrada, para a prova viva do amor incondicional do marido e da disposição dele de sacrificar qualquer coisa por ela. “Oh, Daniel”, ela sussurrou. “E eu perdi tanto tempo em amargura…”
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O que podemos aprender com essa história?
- A confiança é a pedra angular do amor, e uma vez que você cede à dúvida, ela pode destruir sua paz de espírito. Margaret acreditava que seu marido estava traindo quando ele estava trabalhando no mais desagradável dos empregos para garantir seu futuro.
- O amor verdadeiro fará de tudo para cuidar do amado. Daniel faria qualquer coisa para garantir que Margaret estivesse bem, e ele acabou sacrificando sua saúde.
Compartilhe esta história com seus amigos. Pode alegrar o dia deles e inspirá-los.
Se você gostou desta história, talvez goste desta sobre um bilionário cujos filhos gananciosos ficam chocados quando o pai deixa todo o seu dinheiro para estranhos que ele escolhe em uma lista telefônica.
Este relato é inspirado na história do nosso leitor e escrito por um escritor profissional. Qualquer semelhança com nomes ou locais reais é mera coincidência. Todas as imagens são apenas para fins ilustrativos. Compartilhe sua história conosco; talvez ela mude a vida de alguém. Se você gostaria de compartilhar sua história, envie para
My Sister Asked Me to Babysit Her Daughter, but Hours before She Returned, I Realized the Child Was Missing – Story of the Day
Every man reaches a moment when he wants to settle down and have a loving family. But not Henry—he was convinced he would stay single forever, believing it was the better life for him. However, a day with his nine-year-old niece makes him realize the true reason behind his choices.
The morning light filtered through unfamiliar curtains, and I woke up to the sensation of something warm and wet on my face.
It was a dog—not mine—a small, fluffy creature with wide, eager eyes that seemed to say, You’re mine now.
It licked my cheek persistently, wagging its tail with determination. Did it want food? A walk? Who knew?
As I rubbed my eyes, the events of the previous night slowly returned. I turned my head and saw her—a girl I’d met at the club.
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She was asleep, her hair sprawled across the pillow.
This wasn’t my place. If I was here, that meant I’d accomplished what I’d set out for.
And now it was time to do what I always did: gather my things and make a quiet exit.
I slipped out of bed carefully, scanning the room. There were my pants, crumpled on the floor. My shirt hung awkwardly off a chair.
One sock sat beside my shoe, but the other… where was it? My search led me to the dog’s mat.
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There it was, claimed by the little fluffball now wagging its tail with pride.
I crouched down, whispering,
“Hey, buddy, that’s mine.” I reached for the sock, but the dog grabbed it with its teeth, growling playfully.
Just as we began our tug-of-war, a groggy voice broke the silence.“Henry? Are you up already?”
I froze. She was awake. Turning, I saw her smiling at me with sleepy eyes.
“Uh, yeah,” I stammered, “I’ve got work. Running late for a meeting.”She frowned.
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“But it’s Saturday…”
“I work weekends sometimes. Important stuff, you know.”
Her smile faded, replaced by a curious tilt of her head.
“So… will I see you again?”
“Of course,” I lied smoothly. “I’ll call you.”Her brow furrowed.
“You’ll call me? Did I even give you my number?”
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Uh-oh. Panic swirled in my chest.
“I thought you did. Didn’t you?”
“And how did you save my name?” she pressed.
Caught, I stammered, “By your name, obviously.”
Her gaze sharpened.
“And what’s my name?”
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I swallowed hard. Two options: admit the truth or …
“Nancy?” I guessed weakly.
Her face darkened instantly.
“Get out of here! I knew it! You’re just like the rest—ugh!”
Slippers flew in my direction as I grabbed my jacket and shoes, dodging her fury all the way out the door.
Sitting in my car, I leaned back and sighed. The rearview mirror reflected a face that looked satisfied, smug even.
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This was my life: no strings, no responsibilities, just freedom. Who needed the hassle of a family? Not me.
While others tied themselves down, I lived for the thrill—parties, work, and the kind of independence most people only dreamed about.
A loud ringtone interrupted my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and blinked. Riley? My sister hardly ever called. I hesitated before answering.
“Hello, Riley?”
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“Henry,” she said, her voice tight, “I need to talk to you. Got a minute?”
I frowned. “Sure. What’s going on?”
“Come over as soon as you can. I can’t explain over the phone. When can you get here?”
“Fifteen minutes. Is everything okay?”
“Just come. I’ll explain.”
I stared at the phone for a moment, then started the car. Whatever this was, it had to be serious.
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Twenty minutes later, I pulled into her driveway and barely made it to the door before it swung open.
Riley stood there, arms crossed, her expression a mix of annoyance and urgency.
“You’re late!”
“By five minutes,” I retorted, stepping inside.
“Relax, Riley. You don’t have to be such a pain in the…”
“Don’t swear,” she hissed. “My daughter’s nearby.”
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I followed her gaze and saw Mira, her nine-year-old, curled up on the couch with an encyclopedia.
Her tiny face was scrunched up in concentration, her finger tracing the lines of text like a mini scholar.
“As expected, you’re my last option,” Riley said with a sigh. “I need you to watch Mira today.”
“Me? Are you serious?” I asked, glancing nervously at Mira, who hadn’t looked up from her book.
“I wouldn’t ask if I had another choice,” she said, exasperated.
“I have a business dinner tonight. Either I go and close this deal, or I cancel because I can’t leave her alone. Can you help me or not?”
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“Fine,” I muttered. “If it’s that important.”
“Great. Food’s in the kitchen. I left money in case you need to order something, but keep it healthy. No greasy junk. And she’s not allowed outside. Got it?”
“Got it.”
With a quick goodbye, Riley was out the door, leaving me and Mira alone. I looked at her. She looked at me.
Neither of us said a word. Let the longest day of my life begin.
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The day dragged on like an endless loop of boredom.
Mira sat on the couch, clutching her encyclopedia, and occasionally glanced at me with a look that made me feel like a failing science experiment.
Her small face was calm, but her raised eyebrows screamed judgment.
I cleared my throat.
“So, uh, you like reading?” I asked, trying to break the awkward silence.
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“Yes, I do. Mom says books are knowledge, and I want to know a lot,” she said, her voice cool and sharp, like a character straight out of a movie about child prodigies.
I nodded. “Cool, cool… What’s your favorite subject in school?”
Mira sighed, looking at me as if I’d just asked the world’s most boring question.
“That’s such an unoriginal question, but I’ll answer anyway. I like biology because it has lots of animals, and I love learning about them.”
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“Cool,” I mumbled, unsure what else to say. Conversations with kids were harder than I thought.
After a moment, she closed her book and tilted her head. “So, are you my uncle?”
“Yeah,” I replied. “You probably don’t remember me, though. We met when you were little.”
“Got it,” she said simply. Then she hit me with a curveball. “Are you married?”
“Uh, no. I’m not married.”
“Why not?” she asked, her curious tone sounding more like an interrogation.
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“I don’t want to get married. I like being on my own,” I said, hoping that would end the conversation.
“No one likes being alone,” she replied, crossing her arms.
“I do,” I insisted, though her words stung more than I cared to admit.
“Maybe you’re scared,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Scared? What would I be scared of?”
“Mom says marriage is a lot of work. She also says you don’t like working. So maybe you’re scared of hard work.”
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I sat up straight.
“She told you that!? Well, just so you know, I’m not scared! Maybe it’s just… not for me. For now.”
“Got it. You’re scared,” Mira concluded, her lips curling into a tiny smirk. “Anyway, I’m hungry.”
“Then eat something,” I said, gesturing toward the kitchen.
“Mom said you’re taking care of me. So take care of me,” she shot back.
“Fine,” I muttered, opening the fridge. It was full of salads, juices, and not a single thing I wanted to eat. I sighed and pulled out my phone.
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“Pizza it is,” I declared.
Minutes later, we were sitting on the couch, devouring slices while watching TV. Mira was quiet for once, her face lit up by the screen.
Before I knew it, my head rested against the back of the couch, and the exhaustion of the day caught up with me. I didn’t even notice when I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up with a jolt, blinking against the light streaming into the room. Something felt off. The house was too quiet. I glanced around, and that’s when it hit me—Mira was nowhere to be seen.
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“Mira!” I called out, my voice echoing through the house. “Mira, where are you?”
No answer.
Panic surged through me. I started tearing through the house, opening doors, peeking under beds, and even checking the closets and cupboards.
Every empty space mocked me. My heart raced faster with each passing second.
I had one job. One simple job. Watch Mira for a day, and I couldn’t even manage that.
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I pulled out my phone, desperate for a clue, and saw a text from Riley:
“On my way home. I’ll be there in an hour. Everything okay?”
I froze for a moment, then typed back: “All good!” It was a lie, but I needed time to fix this.
Running downstairs, I scanned the living room again and noticed something I’d missed earlier: the window.
It was open, and a faint breeze fluttered the curtains. Mira had gone outside.
I crawled through the window and spotted a small shoe lying by the neighbor’s fence. My breath caught.
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Climbing over, I found myself in their backyard, where a tall tree stood with a sturdy wooden treehouse perched near the top.
“Mira!” I yelled, looking up.
“I’m here,” her calm voice replied from above.
I climbed the rickety ladder, my pulse still hammering. At the top, I found Mira sitting cross-legged with another boy.
They were playing with toy figures, completely unbothered.
“Mira! You scared me!” I said, still catching my breath. “Why did you run off like that?”
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“I got bored,” she said, shrugging. “And Sam was here. Sam, say hi to my uncle.”
“Hi, Mira’s uncle,” Sam said, not looking up.
“But your mom said you weren’t allowed outside!”
“She said you were supposed to make sure I didn’t go out,” Mira pointed out, her tone matter-of-fact. “But you were sleeping. Now I know what you’re scared of.”
“Of course I was scared!” I snapped, then softened. “Sorry. But why doesn’t your mom let you play with other kids?”
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“She says I’ll pick up bad habits,” Mira said.
“But I like playing with Sam.”
“There’s nothing wrong with playing with other kids,” I said gently.
“Your mom’s just… protective.”
“And you’re not protective enough,” she quipped with a smirk.
I sighed. “You’re right. From now on, I’ll be more careful.”
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In half an hour, the door creaked open, and Riley stepped into the house, her keys jingling as she set them on the counter. “Mira!? Henry!? Where are you two!?” she called out, her voice bouncing off the walls.
No answer.
The house was dark and eerily silent, with no sign of life. The faint glow of the streetlights seeped through the curtains, casting long shadows that made the empty space feel even more unsettling.
Riley’s heart raced as she scanned the room. “Where are they?” she muttered under her breath, her hands trembling slightly. Her eyes darted to an open window, the curtain flapping lazily in the breeze.
“Oh my god! I knew I shouldn’t have trusted my idiot brother!” she mumbled, panic setting in. She rushed toward the window, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
Suddenly—
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“Surprise!!” Mira and I popped up from outside, shouting in unison.
Riley jumped back, clutching her chest. “God! I thought you were both gone! What’s wrong with you two!?”
We burst out laughing, and Mira nearly doubled over with glee. Riley’s face softened as she watched her daughter giggling, her playful spirit infectious.
“Sorry, sis. You were asking for it,” I teased, grinning. “Don’t worry so much. Nothing could go wrong, you’ve got to trust Mira a lot more.”
“Yeah, Mom!” Mira chimed in, beaming.
Riley sighed, a reluctant smile creeping onto her face. “You two are impossible,” she said, pulling Mira into a hug. “But I guess I’ll let it slide this time.”
As I left, I realized something: sometimes, kids teach you things about yourself you didn’t even know you needed to learn.
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