Old Nursing Home Receives a Large Donation with a Letter, Elderly Lady Smiles as She Recognizes the Signature — Story of the Day
“What goes around comes around,” said old Eleanor constantly. Nurse Claire was concerned about the elderly woman’s future, though. Eleanor had nearly been forced to live on the streets after granting her son access to all of her savings. But all changed when she received a delivery from her past.
The room had the subdued charm of bygone eras. Warmth and tranquility were evoked by the subtle aroma of lavender and the sheen of aged wood.
Delicate patterns appeared on the aged wallpaper as sunlight poured through the lace curtains.
Eleanor reclined in her favorite couch, her eyes soft and distant.
Her weak hands lay on a blanket with embroidery, the material as old and comfortable as the memories she had.
Somewhere between the past and the present, the steady ticking of the wall clock appeared to correspond with her thoughts.
Eleanor’s eyes lingered on the watch, a remnant of a life she had known, a wedding present from decades ago.
She was startled out of her thoughts by a soft knock on the door. The peaceful room was illuminated by Nurse Claire’s warm grin as she peered in.
In her typical gentle, comforting voice, she continued, “Ma’am, you have a visitor.”
Eleanor’s look was inquisitive as she straightened as much as her rigid back would permit.
“A guest? With a trace of expectancy in her voice, she answered, “Well, let them in, dear.”
Her son Andrew’s entrance was signaled moments later by the sound of polished shoes on the wooden floor.
His scent gave the room a sharpness that matched his mood as he marched in, tall and imposing in a fitted suit.
His voice cut as he spoke, “Mother,” but he mustered a tight smile.
Eleanor’s expression lightened. Though she couldn’t help but notice the frost in his voice, she added cheerfully, “Andrew, what a pleasant surprise.”
Andrew didn’t waste any time chit-chatting. After taking out a sleek folder, he set it on the little table next to her chair.
He spoke quickly and effectively as he continued, “Mother, I need you to sign these papers.”
It’s only a minor matter. I’ll have access to the company’s assets and your accounts as a result. It will make things much easier if I take care of everything for you.
Eleanor’s weak fingertips hovered over the folder as she blinked.
She started, “Oh, Andrew, if it will make your life easier…” before fading off.
Nurse Claire moved forward, her normally gentle face now forceful, before she could pick up the pen.
“Ma’am,” she interrupted in a firm voice, “it might be best to go over these materials later. You need to rest because it’s been a long day.
Andrew’s artificial smile wavered as his jaw tensed. His tone sharpened as he snapped, “It’s just a signature.”
Claire did not recoil. “Later,” she said firmly, her eyes fixed on him.
Bewildered yet obedient, Eleanor glanced between them.
“All right, Andrew. Despite her nurse’s intervention, she maintained her faith in him and replied softly, “We’ll do it later.”
Andrew’s cheeks flashed irritatedly as he stood up suddenly.
“All right. He turned on his heel and walked away without saying anything more. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” he added.
Claire’s voice grew softer as she crouched next to Eleanor’s chair as the sound of his footsteps diminished. “Are you okay?”
Although she nodded, Eleanor’s smile wavered.
With great emotion in her voice, she declared, “He’s my son, Claire.” “He wants only the best, doesn’t he?”
Claire paused, feeling sorry for the old woman.
Though there was still some doubt in her eyes, she whispered, “Of course, Ma’am.”
Away from the bustle of the nursing home, the garden was a peaceful haven.
Full-flowered roses ascended trellises with ease, their delicate petals glinting in the late afternoon sun.
The sound of a tiny fountain bubbling in time blended with the happy chirps of sparrows flying from one branch to another.
For a brief while, it seemed as though there was no world outside of this garden because of the lovely aroma of jasmine filling the air.
With care to ensure a comfortable ride, Nurse Claire wheeled Eleanor along the stone walk.
She looked down at the old woman, who appeared to be enjoying the beauty all around her.
Claire’s words were caught between her lips and her emotions as she paused.
Finally, in a hesitant voice, she added, “Ma’am, I realize it’s not my place, but Andrew He doesn’t appear to be looking out for your best interests.
With her weak hands on her lap, Eleanor gave a small laugh. He’s my son, Claire, you know. All he is is ambitious. That isn’t a negative thing.
With a gentle yet firm tone, Claire halted the wheelchair and crouched next to Eleanor.
“Are you ambitious? Perhaps. However, he does not consider you to be his mother. You are viewed by him as a tool. He will forget about you if you allow him to manage your money. Hasn’t he already abandoned you here?
Eleanor’s smile wavered, her face losing some of its warmth. However, she remained silent, her gaze straying to the roses as though in search of comfort.
Claire continued, her voice growing louder.
“This nursing facility is having difficulties. It may have to close soon. Investing in it instead would allow you to support those in need while securing your comfort here.
Eleanor lightly but firmly touched Claire’s palm with her shaking outstretched hand.
I’ve lived my life on the tenet that “what goes around comes around,” Claire, my love. I don’t mind if Andrew wants my money. The universe will make sure that everything turns out okay.
Claire’s voice cracked a little as her eyes grew irritated.
“Ma’am, that is… insane. That isn’t always how life goes.
Eleanor’s smile returned, the corners of her mouth lifting in a soft, unwavering manner.
“For me, Claire, it always has,” she uttered quietly.
Claire sighed and looked at the fountain as though it could have the solution she was unable to provide. The water glistened in the sunlight, yet nothing became clear.
She gave Eleanor’s hand a light squeeze. She said, “I hope you’re right,” but there was still some skepticism in her voice.
Eleanor looked off into space as she cocked her head toward the fountain. As though addressing the cosmos itself, she muttered, “I know I am.”
As Claire straightened up Eleanor’s bedside table, the room was softly lit by the early sunlight streaming through the window.
Another hectic day at the elderly home began with the soft buzz of conversations in the hallway.
Andrew walked in with his shined sneakers hitting the wood floor as the door abruptly swung open. Not far behind was a man carrying a leather briefcase in a smart suit.
With a quick smile, Andrew said, “Mother, good to see you again.” His voice was cold and urgent rather than loving.
With her weak hands resting on the chair’s arms, Eleanor’s expression brightened. “You’re back, Andrew! Have you brought the documents?
He pulled a huge stack of documents out of the briefcase and laid them on the table, saying, “Of course.”
“Simply sign here, here, and here,” he said, tapping the appropriate locations with a pen.
Claire’s stomach rumbled as she watched silently from the doorway. She stepped forward cautiously and said, “Ma’am.
Eleanor raised a hand while speaking in a forceful yet composed tone. “Don’t worry, Claire. I have faith in my son.
Then she grabbed up the pen with a firm determination. As she signed each line, her fingers shook a little, but her face stayed calm.
Andrew’s smile grew as he collected the papers quickly, his motions smooth and practiced.
“I’m grateful, Mom. He was halfway to the door when he said, “You won’t regret this.” He departed without turning around, the lawyer following him.
With tears in her eyes, Claire walked to Eleanor’s side. She put a soft touch on the older woman’s as she knelt next to her.
“I really apologize. Nobody should have to endure such treatment from their own child.
Eleanor gave Claire a gentle yet firm pat on the hand.
Quietly, she added, “Don’t be sorry, dear.” “Everything that goes around comes around.”
Claire looked for any sign of remorse or uncertainty on Eleanor’s face, but she couldn’t find any.
Claire was both reassured and unnerved by the elder woman’s serene assurance.
Eleanor sat in her armchair, the vibrant yarn slipping through her weak fingers as the soft click of knitting needles filled her room.
The sound of a tentative knock at the door interrupted her concentration on the tidy stitches.
She looked up and saw Claire enter, her eyes clouded with concern, her face pallid.
Claire spoke in a shaky voice, “Ma’am, I have something to tell you.”
Eleanor smoothed the blanket across her lap and put down her knitting. “What is it, dear?” she said in a steady, quiet voice.
Claire inhaled deeply while tensely wringing her fists. “Andrew… he stopped covering your care facility expenses.” We are forced to request that you depart by the end of the week.
Eleanor’s hands shook a little, but she steadied herself by pressing them together. With a slight smile on her lips, she gazed at Claire, her eyes softening.
“Don’t worry, Claire,” she whispered softly. “It will all work out. They always do.
They were stopped by a harsh knock before Claire could reply. A delivery man came in with a sealed letter for Eleanor and a big bunch of white lilies.
Claire’s brows were wrinkled in confusion as she hurriedly accepted the bouquet and package.
After giving Eleanor the flowers, she opened the envelope and took out a carefully folded message. She cleared her throat and started reading out loud.
“I’ll always remember what you did for me.” You helped me get back on my feet and provided a place to stay when I had nothing. My life was altered by you. Accept this modest gesture of appreciation, please.
Claire’s professional manner was broken by emotion when her voice wavered. “It’s signed, but it doesn’t have a name,” she said quietly.
Eleanor accepted the note with shaking hands and adjusted her glasses. A glimmer of recognition illuminated her face as she looked over the signature.
Her eyes sparkled with astonishment and affection, and her smile grew.
“I recall him,” she whispered. Years ago, there was a destitute boy. I never thought about…
Claire put a hand over Eleanor’s and wiped away a tear.
“Ma’am, a huge donation arrived with the flowers. It’s sufficient to refurbish and save the nursing home. The only requirement is that you receive complete care.
Eleanor smiled brightly as she leaned back.
“Claire, what goes around comes around. It always does.
Hope and a sense of the compassion that had gone full circle were left behind as the weight of doubt subsided and the sweet scent of the lilies filled the room.
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