Man Bans Poor Old Mom from Seeing Her Newborn Grandson after She Walks for Hours to Do So – Story of the Day

Amelia wanted to meet her newborn grandson, but when her son, Mark, wouldn’t pick her up, she decided to walk to his house. It took hours because she was using a walker. But when she got to Mark’s house, he banned her from entering, and something shocking happened.

“I can’t pick you up, Mom. I have to run some errands for Camilla, and other people are coming. We’ll set a time for you to see the baby,” Mark told his mother, Amelia, on the phone. She was supposed to come to see their newborn baby for the first time, and he had to pick her up because his house was far away.

“Are you sure? It’s pretty quick by car,” Amelia almost pleaded. She truly wanted to meet her grandson.

“Some other time, Mom. I have to go. See you later!” he hung up, and Amelia plopped down on her couch with a huge sigh.

“I don’t care what you brought! I don’t want you here right now. You need to go immediately!”

She was worried about Mark’s attitude lately. It seemed like he had been pulling away from her. If she was being honest, it started happening when he married Camilla.

Camilla came from an extremely wealthy family in Connecticut, while Amelia raised Mark as a single mother with the help of his grandmother. They never had much except tons of love. But now, her son had everything. Camilla’s parents gifted them a huge house after they eloped, and he was living the high life.

Ever since then, Amelia felt left out, as if he was ashamed of his background, although he never said it outright.

“You’re being silly,” she told herself often when she thought about this matter. “Mark is just busy. Now they have a baby and a million things to do. He’ll pick you up some other time.”

But she had a sudden idea. She could walk to his house. It might be challenging, but she could do it. The bus routes didn’t reach his home, and she couldn’t afford it, so walking was her only option.

She finally reached his house and rang the door bell. | Source: Pexels

She finally reached his house and rang the door bell. | Source: Pexels

Amelia heaved herself up with her walker and grabbed her purse and a bag she had prepared for that day. She hung them on the walker securely and started her journey. It was slow, and although she could lean on the walker, it was tough on her.

She had to stop several times along the way, and before she knew it, two hours had passed. Three. Four. Finally, she reached his house, heaving heavily but happy that she had done it even with her walking issues.

After ringing the doorbell, she took the special bag as she wanted Mark to open it right away. But when he answered the door, his face fell.

“Mom?” he said, shocked. “What are you doing here?”

Amelia didn’t understand his expression and almost frowned, but she was was excited to be there and that’s what she focused on. “Surprise!” she said, trying to sound enthusiastic although she was tired, hungry, and concerned about his attitude.

Mark stepped out, closing the door behind him and forcing her to take several steps back with her walker. “What are you doing, Mark?” she asked, frowning now.

“Mom! I told you you would meet the baby some other time. You can’t come in right now!” he scolded her, his face crumpled in anger.

Mark was angry and told her to go away, shutting the door in her face. | Source: Pexels

Mark was angry and told her to go away, shutting the door in her face. | Source: Pexels

“I don’t understand. Why are you angry? I just walked almost five hours to see my grandson, Mark, and I brought—”

“I don’t care what you brought! I don’t want you here right now. You need to go immediately! You’ll meet Hans another day, alright? Please just go now!” he demanded, looking behind him as if worried that someone would see them. He opened the door and returned inside, shutting the door in her face and leaving her standing outside with her things.

Amelia was shocked. Tears gathered in her eyes. He didn’t even ask if she was alright, although she had just told him about walking for five hours to get there. He knew she had problems with mobility.

But she didn’t want to cause any more trouble, so she started to turn around, then she remembered the bag in her hands. She decided to leave it outside his door, hoping he would find it later.

Amelia set out to walk home, prepared for the long, tiring hours that lay ahead. Luckily, her neighbor, Mrs. Cassavetes, saw her and gave her a ride in her old car. When she arrived home, her legs gave out as soon as she closed her front door. She sat down on the couch, and that’s when she noticed her legs were inflamed.

Mark finally found the bag that Amelia had left on his doorstep. | Source: Pexels

Mark finally found the bag that Amelia had left on his doorstep. | Source: Pexels

After some rest, she managed to stand up, get some ice, and take a pain reliever. But in the end, she had to sleep on the sofa because her bedroom seemed too far away.

***

Meanwhile, Mark said goodbye to his guests that night, waving at them through his front door. It had been a hectic day with many visitors, and it was finally over. He hunched his shoulders, thinking about his actions earlier that day.

His mother had walked to his house from her own home, he thought guiltily, then shook his head, convincing himself that it was not his fault.

“She shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered to himself. As he turned around, he noticed the bag on the floor. He picked it up and saw a tag labeled, “From Grandma.”

Mark bit his lip, thinking about his mother leaving it there and returning to her house. He opened the bag and realized what was inside. They were his old toys from his childhood. They never had much at his house, but these items were always precious to him. They still were. He couldn’t help but start crying.

Camilla saw him outside and got worried. “What’s wrong, honey?”

He went to her house and entered with his set of keys. | Source: Pexels

He went to her house and entered with his set of keys. | Source: Pexels

“I did something horrible to my mother,” he wailed, and his wife embraced him. He revealed everything he had done, including that he started pulling away from his family because they were all poor, and he felt ashamed. “I can’t believe I was so horrible to her!”

After his wife comforted him, Mark decided to drive to his mother’s house immediately with a big apology. He still had the keys to her house in case of emergencies, so when he got there, he decided not to ring the doorbell and just use them to get in. But he was greeted by the vision of his mother passed out on the couch with cold compresses on her legs.

“Mom,” he whispered, waking her up gently.

“Mark, why are you here?” she said groggily and tried to get up, but he stopped her.

“Don’t move,” he said and picked up his mother as if she weighed nothing, moving her to her bedroom. He added more ice to her cold compresses and helped her put them on her swollen legs. He also made her something to eat, and they drank tea together. Then he apologized for his attitude and told her the truth.

Amelia moved in with them and helped with Hans. | Source: Pexels

Amelia moved in with them and helped with Hans. | Source: Pexels

Luckily, his mother was the most fantastic person in the world. “I had a feeling you were ashamed, but I’m glad you came here right away to apologize. That’s what I taught you. When you do something wrong, you have to make things right,” Amelia reassured him, and Mark cried into her arms for some time.

He stayed with her the entire night, and fortunately, her legs were much better. The next morning, they decided to go to his house so she could meet his new baby, Hans.

Camilla also apologized because she had no idea what Mark did, but she should’ve asked why Amelia was not there. They spent a wonderful day together, and Amelia gave Camilla tons of advice about babies.

Eventually, Mark asked his mother to move in with them because they had a huge house, and he didn’t want her to be all alone so far away.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Never be ashamed of your parents. Mark felt embarrassed about his background and tried to keep it from Camilla’s family, hurting his mother in the process. He regretted it later.
  • It’s best to make things right when you realize you made a mistake. Mark immediately tried to make things right after realizing his horrible mistake against his mother. Luckily, she forgave him quickly.

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I Spent Weeks Trying to Catch the Thief in My Store, and When I Did, I Discovered a Secret That Had Been Hidden from Me for Years — Story of the Day

For weeks, I stayed up late, watching camera footage and setting traps, determined to catch the person stealing from my small grocery store. But nothing could have prepared me for what I found when I finally caught them—a truth that had been hidden from me for long years.

At my age, most people were thinking about retirement, buying a little house in Florida, or taking long vacations. But not me.

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I was thinking about how to make my store better. When you owned a business, especially a small grocery store like mine, there was no such thing as rest. I had run this store for many years.

Over time, new shops had opened nearby, and competition had grown, but I never gave up.

I worked hard to make my store more than just a place to buy food. I wanted people to feel welcome, like they were visiting an old friend.

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Some of my customers had been coming for twenty or even thirty years. I watched them grow up, fall in love, and start families.

Then their kids started coming in—and that meant the world to me. It meant I had done something right.

But recently, something felt off. I started noticing little things missing from the shelves.

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Not just one or two items, but enough to make me wonder. I stocked everything myself, so I knew what was there. Something was definitely wrong.

Mr. Green came up to the register with a small basket in his hand. He gave me a friendly smile. “How are you doing today, Margaret?” he asked.

“I’m doing fine, thank you. How about you?” I said with a smile.

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“I’m good,” he said. “But I noticed something. There’s not much dairy on the shelves. You usually have the best selection in town.”

I looked at him, surprised. “That can’t be right. I filled the whole section just yesterday. Every last shelf.”

He raised his eyebrows and shrugged. “Maybe you missed something. Or maybe it’s time to slow down. You ever think about handing the store over to someone else? Do you have kids?”

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His words hit me hard. I froze for a moment, then looked straight at him. I didn’t smile this time. “Goodbye, Mr. Green,” I said firmly. I bagged his items and handed them to him without another word.

As if! I still had plenty of strength. Mr. Green acted like I was ready for a rocking chair and soft food. I was not even sixty yet!

I worked hard every day, lifting boxes, sweeping floors, and dealing with customers. But his words touched a spot deep inside me. A place I tried to keep buried.

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Children.

I had a daughter once. Just one. She ran away from home fifteen years ago. No phone call. No goodbye. Just a note.

She said she was leaving to start a new life. I searched for her everywhere. I called the police, but they said she left on her own, so it was not their job.

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That made me so angry. She was my child. She was still so young. How could they not help?

I shook my head and forced myself back to the present. I walked to the dairy fridge. It was still early, and hardly anyone had come in yet.

But I saw the truth with my own eyes—many items were missing. Yogurt, milk, cheese—whole rows gone.

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It was not just forgetfulness or bad math. Someone was stealing from me.

I always trusted people. That was why I never installed cameras. I believed people were good. I believed they would do the right thing. But now, I had no choice.

The next day, I had cameras installed. It cost me a good bit, but I had to protect my store. The day after that, I sat at the back counter and watched the footage.

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At first, it looked normal. The store was dark and still. But then, a figure appeared. They moved quickly and quietly, taking things off the shelves.

They wore a hood pulled low over their face. I clicked through the video, hoping to see a face, but I never did. Somehow, they stayed hidden.

Still, I knew I had to do something. I put the footage on a flash drive and drove to the police station.

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I walked up to the front desk and told the officer on duty what had happened.

He led me to a small room and plugged in the footage. He watched the screen with a bored look on his face.

“So,” he said, leaning back in his chair, “what do you want from us?”

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I stared at him. “What do I want? I want you to do your job. Someone is breaking into my store and stealing my products. I want you to find out who it is.”

He pointed at the screen. “You can’t even see their face. They’re wearing a hood the whole time. We don’t have anything to go on.”

I felt my hands tighten. “But that’s your job!”

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“My advice? Get an alarm system,” the officer said.

I scoffed, grabbed the footage, and walked out of the station. As if! Giving me advice like I was some lost old lady.

But still, I went ahead and had the alarm system installed. I did not want to take any more chances.

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For a few days, things seemed better. Nothing went missing. The shelves stayed full. I started to breathe easier.

Then, one morning, I walked in and froze. Again, shelves were empty. Not everything, but enough to notice. Yet the alarm had not gone off. My stomach turned.

As I stood by the fridge, Mr. Green walked by with a little shake of his head. “Your selection keeps getting smaller and smaller,” he said. “Maybe my wife and I should start going to another store.”

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Those words stung. My heart pounded. I could not lose customers. This store was my life. It paid my bills and kept a roof over my head.

If I could not stop this thief, I could lose everything. If no one would help me, then I would help myself.

That night, I closed the shop like always, turned off the lights, and walked out the front door.

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But I did not go home. I circled around to the back, unlocked the rear door, and slipped inside. I crouched behind the counter and waited.

It was quiet. Too quiet. I almost dozed off, but then I heard it—the door creaked, and the alarm beeped off.

My heart jumped. I peeked up and saw the same figure moving around the aisles.

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Small, quick, quiet. I crept forward. Step by step. Then I lunged and grabbed the hoodie.

“Got you!” I yelled.

The person dropped everything and struggled. I pulled back the hood. He was just a boy. Fourteen, maybe. Thin. Scared. His eyes locked with mine.

He had her eyes.

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“Who are you? Why are you stealing from me?” I asked.

He did not answer. He pulled down the zipper, slipped out of the hoodie, and ran. I tried to follow but could not. I stood there, breathing hard, holding the hoodie in my hands.

Those eyes. I knew them. They belonged to my daughter. How was that possible? Could he be…?

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After I caught the boy red-handed, the thefts stopped completely, but I could not stop thinking about him.

Every time I looked at the shelves or walked through the store, my mind went back to that night. I kept seeing his face, those eyes that reminded me so much of my daughter.

I felt torn. He was just a child, and part of me wanted to go to the police, but the other part needed to know who he was and why he looked so familiar.

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One evening, as I was driving home from work, I saw a figure in a hoodie coming out of a closed store.

My heart skipped a beat. Was it him? I watched as he walked over to a bicycle, took some groceries out of his hoodie, and put them into a backpack.

He kept his hood up the whole time. I stayed in my car and decided to follow him. I knew if I tried to talk to him, he would run again.

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I kept a safe distance as he rode through the streets. After a while, he stopped near a small but tidy house.

He parked his bicycle behind it and went inside. I sat for a moment, holding the same hoodie he had left behind in my store.

My hands were shaking as I got out of the car and walked to the front door. I knocked softly. No one came. I waited. I was about to leave when I heard footsteps approaching.

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Then the door opened.

And there she was—my daughter. I froze. She looked older, tired maybe, but it was her. My heart almost stopped.

She was no longer the girl who had run away from me. She was a grown woman now, standing in the doorway, staring at me in shock.

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“Alice…” I whispered, my voice barely coming out. My hands were still shaking.

She blinked like she was seeing a ghost. “Mom? What are you doing here?”

I looked into her eyes. They were the same, even after all these years. “So you were nearby all this time, and I couldn’t find you.”

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She looked down. “Not the whole time. I moved around a lot. That’s not important now. Why are you here? How did you find me?”

I didn’t answer right away. I reached into my bag and held up the boy’s hoodie.

Her eyes widened. “Where did you get Travis’s hoodie?”

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Before I could speak, the boy—the same one who stole from my store—appeared in the hallway.

“Mom! Close the door!” he shouted, his voice full of fear.

Alice turned to him. “What? What’s going on?”

I stepped forward. “Travis was stealing from my store.”

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“WHAT?!” she shouted. Her face turned red with shock.

“Please don’t call the police,” Travis said, his voice shaking. “I promise I won’t steal from your store again.”

“I know,” I said softly. “But I saw you today. You were stealing from another store.”

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Alice turned to him, her voice sharp. “Travis, what is this? Why would you steal?”

He looked down at the floor. “Because you work so much. We never have enough money. I wanted to help.”

“So you thought stealing was the answer?” she shouted.

“I sold the stuff. I gave you the money in secret. I thought I was helping,” he said.

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Alice covered her face with her hands. “That is not how we solve problems. Stealing is wrong, Travis. Always.”

She looked at me. Her voice was quieter now. “I’m sorry, Mom. I’ll handle it. He won’t do it again. Please don’t turn him in to the police.”

She reached for the door, but I held it.

“That’s it?” I asked. “I haven’t seen you in fifteen years, and you have nothing more to say? Who is Travis? Is he your son?”

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Alice nodded. Tears filled her eyes. “Yes. He’s my son.”

“May I come in?” I asked, almost in a whisper.

She paused. Then she stepped aside and let me in.

She led me to a small kitchen. I sat down and looked around. It was neat but worn.

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“If you were having money problems, why didn’t you come to me? Why didn’t you ask for help?” I asked.

“Because I was ashamed,” she said.

“I searched for you. I waited fifteen years. I didn’t know you even had a child,” I said.

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“I was already pregnant when I left. That was one of the reasons. You told me to stay away from Travis’s father. You were right. He was no good. But I didn’t listen. He left me soon after,” Alice said.

“Then why didn’t you come home?”

“Because I was ashamed. I thought you hated me.”

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“Oh, Alice,” I said, standing and walking to her. “You’re my daughter. How could I ever hate you?”

I gently wrapped my arms around her, and she held me just as tight. We both cried without saying a word.

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All the pain from the past seemed to melt in that moment. It felt like coming home after being lost for years.

After we calmed down, Alice turned to Travis and scolded him firmly. She made it clear that stealing was never the answer. He nodded, ashamed.

Still, I looked at him with something close to gratitude. I kept thanking him in my heart. If he had not taken from me, I would never have found my family again.

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