‘That’s for Mommy’s Friend’: Little Girl’s Reveal Almost Cost Me My Job—Story of the Day

I worked as a nanny. My little Thea was my sunshine, making my days fly by. One afternoon, she found a man’s wallet full of cash under her bed. I took it to Thea’s father, but he said it wasn’t his. “It’s for Mommy’s friend!” That phrase nearly cost me my job later on.

I had been working in Max’s household for a few weeks, and the routine had become second nature. I would wake up early each morning to prepare breakfast for 6-year-old Thea.

The kitchen was always filled with the warm aroma of pancakes and freshly squeezed orange juice. We often cooked together.

“Good morning, sunshine!”

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I greeted Thea one morning as the little girl shuffled into the kitchen.

Her eyes were still heavy with sleep.

“Good morning, Anna.”

She climbed onto a stool at the kitchen island. I set a plate of pancakes in front of her.

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“Do you want blueberries or strawberries today?”

“Blueberries, please.”

As I watched Thea eat, I thought about my huge love for this little girl.

“You’re my little blueberry, you know that?”

Thea giggled. “I know.”

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After breakfast, I helped Thea get ready for school.

“Hold still, Thea, I need to get this braid just right.”

“Okay, but can you make it like Elsa’s braid today?”

“Of course, Elsa it is,” I replied, carefully braiding Thea’s curly blonde hair. I tied the end of the braid with a ribbon.

“You look beautiful, Thea.”

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“Thank you, Anna. You always make my hair so pretty,” Thea replied, giving me a big hug.

I had always wanted children of my own but had discovered a few years ago that I couldn’t have any. I loved the girl as if she were my daughter, pouring all my maternal affection into our relationship.

After dropping Thea off at school, I returned home to take care of the household chores.

Veronica, Max’s wife, rarely acknowledged my efforts. She was always busy with her daily pleasures.

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Not even a thank you. But it’s okay. I’m here for Thea.

In the evening, I picked Thea up from school, and we would head back home for dinner. I always made sure Thea had her favorite meals.

“Do you want spaghetti or chicken tonight?”

“Spaghetti!”

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Max, who was constantly busy with work, would join us whenever he could.

“You’re doing a wonderful job, Anna. Thea seems so happy,” he said that evening.

Despite his demanding schedule, he always tried to spend his free moments with his daughter. Thea was his only child from his first marriage, and Veronica didn’t want to have any children of her own.

So, Max poured all his affection and care into Thea and was deeply grateful to me for my dedication and genuine love for his little girl.

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“Thank you, Max. Thea is a special girl. She deserves all the love and attention,” I replied, glancing over at Thea, who was engrossed in a puzzle on the floor.

However, despite the happy moments, I couldn’t ignore the tension that Veronica brought into the household. She spent most of her time away and showed little interest in Thea.

That night, as I tucked Thea into bed.

“Why doesn’t Mommy love me, Anna?”

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My heart broke at the question.

“Oh, sweetheart, you are so loved. I love you very much, and so does your daddy. Sometimes, people don’t show their love in the same way, but that doesn’t mean you’re not special.”

Thea hugged me tightly. “I love you too, Anna.”

I knew my love and support could make a real difference, and I was determined to give Thea the best childhood possible.

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***

One sunny afternoon, Thea and I were playing in the nursery. The room was filled with toys, colorful drawings on the walls, and the soft hum of children’s music playing in the background.

Thea was busy pretending her dolls were having a tea party.

“Anna, can you pour the tea for Daisy?”

“Of course, Daisy,” I replied, carefully pretending to pour invisible tea into a tiny cup.

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As we played, Thea crawled under the bed to retrieve a toy she had dropped.

“Anna, look what I found!”

She emerged holding a man’s wallet.

“Hmm, let’s see what’s inside.”

The wallet was filled with cash! No cards no ID. Just cash.

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This must belong to Max. We should return it to him.

I held Thea’s hand, and we walked downstairs to Max’s home office. He was at his desk, surrounded by papers and his laptop.

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“Max, we found this wallet in Thea’s nursery,” I said, holding it out to him.

“This isn’t mine.”

Just then, Thea, who had been looking around curiously, piped up, “Oh, that’s a toy! That’s for Mommy’s Friend!”

Max and I exchanged a surprised glance.

Before we could say anything, Veronica walked in. She noticed the wallet in Max’s hand and immediately narrowed her eyes.

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“What’s going on here?”

“We found this wallet in Thea’s nursery. Thea said it belongs to one of your friends.”

Veronica’s eyes flashed.

“That’s ridiculous! Anna, you must have taken this from one of the workers!”

“I would never…” I began, but Max interrupted.

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“Veronica, that’s enough. Anna is always with Thea. She wouldn’t do something like that.”

Veronica’s face twisted with anger.

Max continued, “I trust Anna. This is a misunderstanding.”

Veronica huffed, “How can you be so sure? You barely know her!”

Max stood his ground.

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“I know enough to trust her. And I trust Thea’s word too. If she says it’s a toy, then it’s a toy.”

Veronica glared at me, but I held my head high. I had nothing to hide.

Veronica shot me one last icy look before storming out of the room.

As she passed by me, she leaned in and whispered, “You’re finished.”

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Max turned to me. “I’m sorry about that, Anna. Veronica can be… difficult.”

“It’s alright, Max. I understand.”

As Thea and I left the office, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. Veronica’s reaction was harsh and unfounded.

Why is she so eager to accuse me?

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***

The following afternoon, Veronica called me into the living room. She was sitting elegantly on the sofa, watching me carefully.

“Anna, I was thinking of taking Thea out for a walk this afternoon. Why don’t you stay here and prepare dinner?”

I hesitated for a moment, but couldn’t find a reason to object.

“Sure, Veronica,” I replied, trying to sound cheerful.

“Great. Thea loves the playground, so we’ll be there if you need us.”

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I headed to the kitchen, watching from the window as Veronica and Thea walked down the path to the playground. I busied myself with chopping vegetables.

“It’s just a walk,” I told myself. “Everything will be fine.”

Half an hour later, I heard the front door open and close.

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Max’s voice echoed through the house, “I’m home!”

I wiped my hands on a towel and walked out to greet him.

“Hi, Max. How was your day?”

“Busy as always,” he replied, glancing around. “Where’s Thea?”

“Veronica took her to the playground. They should be back soon.”

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“The playground? By themselves?”

Without waiting for a response, he grabbed his coat and headed out the door.

I stood there, a sinking feeling in my stomach.

“Please let everything be alright,” I whispered.

It felt like an eternity before Max returned, holding a very upset Thea by the hand. Her clothes were dirty, and she had a scrape on her knee.

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“Max, what happened?” I asked, rushing over.

Max’s face was a storm of anger.

“I found Thea playing alone at the playground. Veronica was nowhere in sight!”

“I didn’t know, Max. I swear I thought Veronica was with her the whole time.”

Veronica was listening to our conversation at the doorway.

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“Max, I just went to the store for a minute. I was sure Thea’s playing with Anna.”

Max turned to me, his anger misdirected.

“Anna, you should have been with her. This is unacceptable.”

“But, Max…” I started, but he cut me off.

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“No excuses, Anna. Pack your things. You’re fired.”

Tears filled my eyes as I nodded, too shocked to argue. I headed upstairs to pack.

This can’t be happening. How did everything go so wrong?

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***

As I walked down the stairs with my suitcase, Veronica stood in the hallway, a smug look on her face.

She had orchestrated this whole thing, and I had fallen right into her trap. I kept walking, trying to ignore the satisfaction in her eyes.

I saw Thea running towards me, tears streaming down her face. “Anna, please don’t go! Please!”

I knelt to her level, my own eyes filling with tears.

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“I don’t want to leave either, Thea, but I have to.”

Thea turned to her father, who was standing in the doorway.

“Daddy, please let Anna stay! Veronica never plays with me. She’s always with her friend when you’re not here. I want to stay with Anna!”

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Max frowned. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

Thea wiped her eyes.

“Veronica has a friend who comes over a lot. They play in her room while I watch cartoons. She even has pictures of him on her phone.”

Max’s face darkened. “Is this true, Thea?”

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“Yes, Daddy. Yesterday at the playground, Veronica left me alone while she went to talk to him.”

Max looked stunned. He turned to Veronica, who had just walked in. “Veronica, is this true?”

Veronica’s face twisted with anger. “This is ridiculous! She’s just a child. What does she know?”

“Thea wouldn’t lie about this. Why didn’t you tell me about this ‘friend’?”

Veronica lost her temper.

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“Because you’re never around, Max! You’re always at work. I have no life, no one to talk to. And you spend all your free time with Thea, ignoring me completely!”

“That doesn’t justify your actions. You put Thea in danger and lied to me.”

Veronica glared at me. “This is all your fault, Anna. You turned them against me.”

I was trying to stay calm. “Veronica, all I’ve ever wanted is to take care of Thea. She needs love and attention.”

Max raised his hand.

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“I’ve heard enough. Your actions are unjustifiable, Veronica. You put Thea in danger, and I can’t forgive that. You should leave.”

Veronica looked shocked.

“You’re kicking me out? For her?”

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She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. I held Thea close as she sobbed into my shoulder. Max approached us, his eyes softening.

“Anna, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see what was happening. Please, stay and help us through this.”

“Of course, Max. I’ll always be here for Thea.”

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***

In the days that followed, I stayed on as Thea’s nanny. Max began to spend more time with his daughter.

We spent our days playing games, having picnics in the garden, and enjoying family dinners. It felt like we were becoming a real family.

Sometimes, as I watched Max and Thea together, I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if we truly were one. Those thoughts crept into my mind more often than I’d like to admit.

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One evening, as I was tucking Thea into bed, Max knocked on the doorframe.

“Anna, can I talk to you for a moment?”

“Of course, Max,” I said, giving Thea a final kiss on the forehead before stepping out into the hallway.

Max looked a bit nervous, which was unusual for him.

“I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner with me tomorrow. Just the two of us.”

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“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Yes, I am. We’ve been through a lot, and I’d like to spend some time with you outside of the house.”

I agreed, feeling a flutter of excitement. As I headed to my room to prepare for the next day, I couldn’t help but smile.

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My Neighbors Left a Note That Shattered My Heart — My Granddaughter Discovered It and Gave Them a Learning Experience

The music I played on my piano was my last link to my late husband. But cruel neighbors shattered that joy with a hurtful message on my wall. When my granddaughter found out, she made things right, leaving those entitled neighbors scratching their heads.

“Oh, Jerry, did you love it today, darling?” I asked softly, the last notes of “Clair de Lune” filling my cozy living room as my fingers lifted from the ivory piano keys. My eyes fixed on the framed photo of my late husband, Jerry. His kind eyes seemed to twinkle back at me, just as they had for over fifty years of our marriage…

Willie, my tabby cat, stretched lazily near my feet, purring contentedly. I reached down to scratch behind his ears, feeling the familiar ache in my chest as I carefully lifted Jerry’s photo.

“I miss you so much, darling. It’s been five years, but sometimes… sometimes it feels like yesterday.”

Pressing a gentle kiss to the cool glass, I whispered, “Time for dinner, my love. I’ll play your favorite before bed, okay? ‘Moon River,’ just like always.”

As I set the frame back down, I could almost hear Jerry’s warm chuckle. “You spoil me, Bessie,” he’d say, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

I shuffled towards the kitchen, pausing to look back at the piano, my constant companion these past 72 years.

“What would I do without you?” I murmured, running my hand along its polished surface.

That night, as I lay in bed, I whispered into the darkness, “Goodnight, Jerry. I’ll see you in my dreams.”

The next morning, I was lost in Chopin’s “Nocturne in E-flat major” when a sharp rap on my window startled me. My fingers stumbled, the music cutting off abruptly.

A red-faced man glared at me through the glass. He was my new neighbor.

“Hey, lady!” he shouted, his voice muffled. “Cut out that racket! You’re keeping the whole neighborhood awake with your pathetic plinking!”

I stared at him, shocked. “I… I’m so sorry,” I stammered, even as a small voice in my head protested. It was barely 11 a.m., and none of my other neighbors had ever complained before.

The man stomped away, leaving me trembling. I closed the lid of the piano, my sanctuary suddenly feeling tainted.

The next day, I closed all the windows before sitting down to play. The music felt muffled and constrained, but I hoped it would keep the peace.

I was barely ten minutes into Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata” when my doorbell rang insistently. With a heavy heart, I answered it.

A woman with pinched features glared at me. “Listen here, old lady,” she spat. “The grave’s calling, and you’re still banging on that piano? Cut the noise, or I’ll report you to the HOA!”

It was only then that I understood she was my new neighbor’s wife.

I felt like I’d been slapped. “I… I closed all the windows,” I said weakly.

“Well, it’s not enough!” she snapped, turning on her heel. “Quit making noise with your stupid piano!”

I slumped against the door frame, tears welling in my eyes. “Oh, Jerry,” I whispered. “What do I do?”

I could almost hear his voice, gentle but firm. “You play, Bessie. You play your heart out. Don’t stop… for anyone.”

But as I sat at the piano, my fingers hovering over the keys, I couldn’t bring myself to press down.

Days passed, and I tried everything. I taped cardboard over the windows, played only in short bursts, even considered moving the piano to the basement where it might not be heard.

But nothing seemed to satisfy my new neighbors, the Grinches, as I’d started calling them in my head.

The thought of being separated from my cherished instrument, even by a flight of stairs, made my heart ache. This piano wasn’t just an object; it was an extension of my soul, a living connection to Jerry and our life together.

Forgetting about those bothersome neighbors for a moment, I lost myself in the music as I played the piano that night.

The next morning, I stepped outside to tend to my small herb garden. The sight that greeted me stopped me cold.

The cruel words “SHUT UP!” were spray-painted across the wall in angry red letters.

I sank to my knees and wept. “Jerry, I can’t do this anymore.”

That day, for the first time in decades, I didn’t touch my piano.

As night fell, I sat in Jerry’s armchair, clutching his photo. “I’m so sorry, my love. I just don’t have the strength to fight anymore.”

The shrill ring of the telephone startled me from my thoughts. I fumbled for the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Mom? It’s me,” my son Jacob’s warm voice filled the line. “How are you doing?”

I swallowed hard, fighting back tears. “Oh, I’m fine, sweetie. Just a quiet day at home.”

There was a pause. “Mom, you don’t sound fine. Is everything alright?”

I sighed, debating whether to burden him with my troubles. “It’s nothing, really. Just… some issues with the new neighbors.”

“Issues? What kind of issues?”

I found myself spilling everything… the complaints, the threats, the vandalism.

“I don’t know what to do anymore, honey. I feel so… lost.”

“Oh, Mom, why didn’t you tell me sooner? We could have helped.”

“I didn’t want to worry you. You have your own life, your own problems.”

“Mom, you’re never a burden. Never. Your music has brought joy to so many people over the years. Remember all those Christmas parties? The school recitals you played for? You’re not a nuisance… you’re a treasure.”

“Listen, I’m going to call Melissa. She’s closer. Maybe she can come check on you. And we’ll figure this out together, okay?” Jacob finished.

As I hung up the phone, I felt a small flicker of hope. Maybe I wasn’t alone in this after all.

Days crawled by. My piano sat untouched, gathering dust. I felt like a part of me was withering away.

One evening, a loud knock startled me from my melancholy. I opened the door to find my granddaughter Melissa standing there, her face glowing with a warm smile.

“Surprise, Nana!” she exclaimed, enveloping me in a tight hug.

As she pulled back, her eyes widened in horror. “Nana, who did this to your wall?”

I burst into tears, the whole story spilling out between sobs. Melissa’s expression darkened with each word.

“Oh, Nana,” she said softly, leading me to the couch. “How dare they do this to you? Did you report them?”

“I didn’t want to make a fuss. It’s just… it’s been so hard, sweetie. That piano, it’s all I have left of your grandpa.”

Melissa’s eyes filled with tears. “I know, Nana. We’ll fix this, I promise.”

“How?” I asked, feeling hopeless. “They hate my music. They hate me.”

Melissa took my hands in hers, her grip firm and reassuring. “They can shove their hatred up their butts, Nana. They don’t even know you. These entitled brats are about to learn what happens when you mess with the wrong pianist!”

The next day, Melissa was a whirlwind of activity. She made calls, ordered some supplies, and even enlisted the help of some neighbors I’d known for years.

“Nana, we’re going to teach those Grinches a lesson about respect.”

That evening, Melissa set up small speakers around the Grinches’ property, carefully hidden in the boxwood bushes under their windows.

When their car pulled into the driveway, she winked at me. “Show time, Nana!”

As soon as the Grinches disappeared inside, soft piano music began to play from the hidden speakers, barely audible at first. They rushed out, looking confused. Then suddenly, the music changed to a medley of barking dogs and car alarms.

I couldn’t help but giggle as I watched them run around, trying to find the source of the noise.

Melissa grinned triumphantly. “And now, for the grand finale,” she said, pressing a red button on a remote control-like device.

The air was filled with the most ridiculous assortment of fart sounds I’d ever heard. I doubled over with laughter, tears streaming down my face.

“Melissa!” I gasped between giggles. “You’re terrible!”

She hugged me tight. “Nobody messes with my Nana. Besides, a little harmless payback never hurt anyone.”

As we watched the Grinches frantically searching their yard, I was pleased. “Thank you, sweetheart,” I said softly. “For reminding me to stand up for myself.”

The next morning, a crew arrived at my house. To my amazement, they began converting my piano room into a state-of-the-art soundproof studio.

“Now you can play whenever you want, Nana,” Melissa said, squeezing my hand. “No one will ever tell you to stop again.”

As the workers finished up, I sat down at my newly polished piano. My fingers trembled as they touched the keys, but as soon as I began to play, it was like coming home.

The familiar strains of “Moon River” filled the air, and I closed my eyes, feeling Jerry’s presence all around me.

“That’s my girl,” I could almost hear him say. “Play on, Bessie. Play on.”

Melissa danced around the room, a glass of wine in hand. “You rock, Nana!” she cheered. “Grandpa would be so proud.”

As the last notes faded away, I turned to her with tears in my eyes. “Thank you, sweetheart. You’ve given me back my voice.”

“No, Nana,” Melissa said, kneeling beside me. “You’ve always had your voice. I just helped you remember how to use it.”

All too soon, it was time for Melissa to leave. As we stood in the driveway, waiting for her taxi, she handed me the remote control-like device.

“Just in case those Grinches act up again,” she winked. “One press, and it’s fart city. But I don’t think you’ll need it. The whole neighborhood’s got your back now, Nana!”

I hugged her tightly. “I love you so much, Melissa. Thank you for everything.”

“I love you too, Nana. Promise me you’ll keep playing, no matter what anyone says.”

“I promise,” I said, my voice strong and sure.

As I watched the taxi disappear down the street, my phone buzzed. It was a text from my son: “How are you doing, Mom? Melissa told me everything. I’m so proud of you. Love you. ”

I smiled, tears pricking my eyes as I typed back: “I’m doing better than I have in weeks. Thank you for being there for me. I love you too. ”

Turning back to my house, I could have sworn I saw Jerry standing near the piano, arms wide open, beckoning me to play.

I wiped away a stray tear of joy and walked inside, closing the door behind me. The piano was waiting, and this time, nothing would stop me from playing.

As my fingers touched the keys, I felt whole again. The music swelled, filling every corner of my home and my heart. And somewhere, I knew Jerry was listening, smiling, and dancing along.

“This one’s for you, my love,” I whispered, as the melody of our favorite song carried me away. “And for our family, who never gave up on me!”

The notes of “Moon River” floated through the air. As I played, I felt stronger than ever, surrounded by the love of those who mattered most, both here and beyond.

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