Sue was left in a cardboard box as a small child. Luckily, a store clerk took her home and changed the course of her entire life. Now, in the form of an unexpected knock at the door, Sue has to face her past and the disappointment that comes with it. Is this a grand reunion or the biggest disappointment of Sue’s life?
I was left in a cardboard box in a supermarket twenty years ago. I was just a few months old, and all I had to my name were a few photos of my mother and a note.
A baby in a cardboard box | Source: Midjourney
The note read: I will always love you, Sue.
Nobody knew my surname or whether I had a middle name. Nobody seemed to know my mother or what had happened to my father. I was all alone in a world that didn’t know anything about me.
A folded piece of paper | Source: Midjourney
But even then, at a few months old, I seemed to be fortune’s fool. I was found by a kind store clerk, Ruby, who took me in.
“I couldn’t leave you there, Sue,” she would say whenever the story came up. “I became your guardian shortly after and raised you as my own. You became my little bug.”
Ruby was everything to me. And as I grew, the closer we became.
A smiling woman in a grocery store | Source: Midjourney
I was forever grateful that she gave me everything I needed. But still, I never stopped wondering why my mother left me and if she would ever come back.
“I know that it bothers you, darling,” Ruby told me one day as she made lasagna for dinner. “But she’s an enigma now. We have nothing that could lead us to her.”
A tray of lasagna on a board | Source: Unsplash
“I know,” I said, grating more cheese for when the dish was ready. “It’s just frustrating when I start thinking about it.”
“You love the internet, you love social media, Sue. Use it, share your story, maybe it will resonate with people, and you can connect with others just like you.”
A person grating cheese | Source: Pexels
She opened the oven and put the tray of lasagna inside.
So I did just that, and I became a well-known video blogger, sharing my story with the world.
“You’ve created a safe platform for people to share their stories, too,” Ruby told me when I read comments from my latest video to her.
A young woman holding her phone | Source: Unsplash
“It means something to me,” I said, helping myself to the eclairs on the table.
Fast forward to the present. I am successful and able to provide for myself and my guardian.
“So much for being an abandoned baby,” I said to myself as I washed my face one night.
A woman washing her face | Source: Pexels
But imagine my surprise when an unexpected knock on my door changed everything.
I opened the door to find a frail, older woman standing there, her eyes filled with regret and desperation.
“Sue, darling,” she said. “I am your mother, and I need your help!”
A person opening a door | Source: Pexels
I just looked at her, unable to blink for fear of missing the moment.
“Do you still have the note I left with you when I left you safely in the store?”
Safely? I thought to myself. I stood there, paralyzed by the flood of emotions that had come in when she entered my home.
A sad woman holding her face | Source: Pexels
“Yes, I have it,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I kept it.”
“I know I have no right to ask for your help after what I did, but I need you to believe me when I say I had no choice back then. I was running from a dangerous situation. And I thought leaving you in a safe place was the only way to protect you. I needed to disappear.”
A person wearing boots | Source: Unsplash
“What kind of situation?” I asked.
I had wondered about this moment for years. And every second that went by, I was just disappointed by the reunion with my birth mother.
She hesitated, looking down at her hands.
A person holding their hands together | Source: Unsplash
“There were people after me, people who wouldn’t stop until they got what they wanted. I stole something once, just to help me out financially. I stole the wrong thing from the wrong people. I had to keep you safe. So I left you.”
Of course, my mother was shady.
Two people dressed in black | Source: Pexels
“You could have come back sooner. You could have tried to find me.”
“I know, but I was scared.”
I took a deep breath, trying to process everything.
“What do you need help with?”
A woman with her eyes closed | Source: Unsplash
She looked up, her eyes pleading.
“I need a place to stay, just for a little while, until I can get back on my feet. I have nowhere else to go.”
My heart ached. But I knew that Ruby would want me to say yes. She would tell me to do it. I could almost hear her words in my head.
A smiling older woman | Source: Pexels
“That’s your birth mother, Sue. Help her,” Ruby would say, most likely bribing me with something to eat.
“Okay,” I said finally. “You can stay. But this doesn’t mean everything is forgiven. We have a lot to talk about.”
She nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks.
A crying woman | Source: Pexels
“Thank you. I promise, I’ll make things right.”
She reached down, picked up a worn duffel bag, and followed me in.
The first few days went by relatively smoothly. My mother seemed genuinely remorseful and tried to help around the house.
A worn duffel bag on the floor | Source: Midjourney
“I’ll cook and I’ll clean for you, darling,” she said.
But it didn’t last long.
One evening, I came home earlier from the local radio studio where I was being interviewed for my content. The house was unusually quiet.
A person holding cleaning supplies | Source: Pexels
Walking to my bedroom, I heard the faint sound of drawers opening and closing.
And there she was, standing there in front of my open jewelry box, my most precious pieces clutched in her hands.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, unable to contain my rage, but also wanting to keep calm at the same time.
An open jewelry box | Source: Midjourney
She looked up, startled, and for a moment, I saw a flash of guilt in her eyes.
“I was just… I thought maybe I could sell some of these to help me out. They’re heavy, so they’re real.”
“Of course, they’re real! They’re gifts from my mother! She saved up for years just so that she could get that diamond necklace for my 18th birthday. And you want to steal from me?”
A diamond necklace | Source: Unsplash
She looked shocked, like the wind had been knocked from her sails.
“You have so much, darling,” she said, almost whimpering. “I just thought that you wouldn’t miss a few pieces. We could use the money.”
“We? This isn’t about us; it’s about you. And it’s not about money, either. It’s about trust. You said that you wanted to make things right, but all you’ve shown me is that I cannot trust you.”
A woman holding her head | Source: Unsplash
She reached out to me, but I stepped back.
“Please, don’t do this, Sue. I can change. I just need some time.”
I shook my head, tears of betrayal and disappointment filling my eyes.
A close-up of a crying woman | Source: Pexels
“I gave you a chance. I let you into my home. I let you meet Ruby. And you still chose to betray me. No, I’m sorry. But you need to leave.”
Her face crumpled, and she pulled a tissue from my vanity.
“Please, just one more chance,” she said.
“I can’t,” I said, my voice breaking. “You need to go.”
A box of tissues | Source: Midjourney
“Sue, I gave birth to you,” she said, putting the necklace down.
“And you left me in a box,” I said.
I watched as she gathered her things and left, the duffel bag looking considerably fuller than when she arrived. But I didn’t have it in me to fight her again.
A full duffel bag | Source: Midjourney
Sadness and disappointment weighed me down heavily. But there was also a sense of relief.
Later, I went over to Ruby’s house. It was the one place that would always feel like home to me.
“Darling girl,” she said, flipping grilled cheese onto a plate. “You took a chance on someone who loved you, that’s what you take away from this experience.”
Grilled cheese on a plate | Source: Midjourney
I smiled at her. At the woman who had taken me home in a heartbeat and had loved me ever since.
But now, I worry that I’ve just sent my birth mother back into the world she had been trying to escape from.
A worried woman with her head on a table | Source: Pexels
Was I right in my decision?
A woman converts a Boeing 747 into a fully functional home.
Buses, tiny houses, and shipping containers have all become popular building materials for one-of-a-kind homes.
These affordable substitutions for conventional housing provide the same level of comfort and a variety of customization options.
Jo Ann Ussery, on the other hand, designed her own unique home before it became popular.
She bought an old Boeing 727 and turned it into a lovely house.
Wonderful housing.
When Ussery’s home in Benoit, Mississippi, was destroyed in 1993, her adventure officially began.
She and her two kids needed a place to live because her husband had unexpectedly passed away, but they weren’t wealthy.
She had believed that purchasing a trailer would make all of her problems go away, but she soon realized she couldn’t afford a house big enough to accommodate her enormous family.
Ussery’s brother-in-law Bob, who works as an air traffic controller, suggested they try living aboard a plane.
Ussery was drawn to the idea and visited a Boeing 727 that had been disassembled for its parts.
Despite the piece’s $2,000 price tag (including shipping), she fell in love at first sight.
Ussery nicknamed her private Boeing 727 “Little Trump” after learning that Donald Trump also owned a private Boeing 727.
She started her expensive and time-consuming home improvements right away.
Less than $30,000 (or about $60,000 in modern currency) went toward the renovation.
While she worked on the inside, she needed to make sure it stayed in its current position.
Ussery made use of the lake that was already present on her property by bringing the plane down with its nose over the water. To achieve this specific goal, a sizable amount of concrete was used to secure the tail. The interior, which was roughly 1,500 square feet, was immediately demolished by her.
The aircraft measures 138 feet in length and has 76 windows.
Although the aircraft’s windows weren’t functional, as is typical of commercial aircraft, she wasn’t bothered by this because the air conditioning was working.
She upgraded the insulation and put in new flooring. What specific components of the original 727 were kept?
It is a brilliant idea to only have one airplane bathroom and overhead bins for your belongings.
The interior design.
Ussery was able to concentrate on the finer details and improved comforts once the significant changes were finished.
The remodeled jet had three bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and even a laundry room.
The washer and dryer were there, but it also had a phone and an oven.
Without a doubt, Ussery’s work on the cockpit’s view of the lake was the most significant improvement.
It was transformed into a royal master bathroom with a soaking tub by her.
She designed the room’s layout to give everyone who was in it the sensation of floating.
The renovation was completed entirely by Ussery, which is especially noteworthy.
Before deciding to make her converted plane into a public museum, she lived there from 1995 to 1999.
Sadly, after being transported a short distance, it fell off the carriage and collapsed.
Leave a Reply