Poor Little Girl Comes into the Bakery to Ask for Rusks, She Gets Much More – Subscriber Story
When a destitute little girl came to a bakery to ask for cheap rusks because her family was in need, she's treated like a stray dog. But life often gives us things we don't even expect.
Karen is starving. She is a sweet 9-year-old girl who hasn't showered in almost a week, and she's been on her daily duty to find whatever she can to eat and bring something home.
She passes by a bakery. The delicious smell grabs her attention, and she stops by the bakery window and sees delicious buns, croissants, cakes, loaves, and much more. "Hmm, if I could only have one of those…"
The girl brings her hand to her left pocket and grabs some coins. "I'll see what I can get."
She walks into the bakery, thrilled with all those baked goods in front of her. She stops in front of the cake section and just stares at them. The manager sees what's going on and immediately kicks her out.
"What are you doing here?" says the woman. "Get out and don't touch anything with your dirty hands." Then, as the girl walks out with her head down, the manager continues the humiliation, "I'm sick of you beggars. When will the authorities finally bring order to this town and ship them all off to the orphanages?"
Karen approaches the cashier, "excuse me, sir, do you have any cheap rusks or any burned baked goods? I have little money, but I'll pay."
The cashier felt sorry for the girl, so he gave her two fresh loaves of bread.
"Thank you for your kindness, sir! God bless you!"
Later on, Jonathan, the cashier, finishes his shift. He's exhausted from a long working day and all he wants is to go home, take a warm shower and drink a beer.
As he walks home, he sees something surprising; that same girl he helped earlier was rummaging through trash looking for something. "Sweetie," Jonathan approaches her, "what are you looking for? Do you have a home and parents?"
"I'm sorry," replies Karen. "I feel so ashamed! My mom is ill and my sister is very young. I'm doing my best to help them. But, I'm begging you, don't call child protective services!"
With teary eyes, the girl continues, "My mom will end up alone if they take my sister and me!"
Jonathan immediately felt sorry for the girl. Then, he remembered how he lost his mother. "I have an idea," says the man. "Let's go to your place, and then we decide what we can do to help your mom."
On the way home, Karen tells Jonathan about how a year earlier, her father walked out on them after he learned about her mom's illness. He took all valuables with him, leaving them with almost nothing.
The scene is pretty fresh in Karen's memory. On that day, her mom could barely stand on her feet. But her father didn't hesitate to pack his things and leave by the front door. "I'm leaving. I'm too young to waste my life on a sick wife."
"Since that day, I haven't seen him anymore."
"I also needed to learn to do so many things because my mom couldn't do things for us anymore. My mom and my little sister could only rely on me to have things done, so I learned to cook, to clean, and when we ran out of cash," she recalls, "I started to ask for food on the streets."
They arrive at Karen's place. The girl wasn't lying to him. Her mother was actually very frail.
As they walk in, Claire, Karen's mother, gets scared of a stranger entering home with her daughter. "Sweetie, who's this?"
"I'm here to help you," says the man, "your daughter told me everything."
Since that day, Jonathan started coming to their place every day and did everything to help the girl's mom get back on her feet.
One day, when Jonathan was bringing dinner to Claire, he asked her, "What are the things you'd like to do once you're healthy again?"
"You know," she says, "I love the ocean. The breeze, the smell, the waves. When I was a little girl, I used to live by the seashore and every morning I'd wake up early to see the sun rising. I haven't seen the ocean for years. I think that's the first thing I'd like to do."
Then a miracle happened. Despite her doctor's prognosis, Claire managed to fight off her disease and made a full recovery.
Jonathan had prepared a surprise. He rented a beach house in the countryside but he didn't say a thing. Instead, he asked them to pack. "There's a place I'd like to take you," he tells them.
They drove for two hours and as he parked the car a few meters from the beach, Claire burst into tears. "Oh my God! I can't believe this!"
The girls jumped out of the car and ran straight to the beach. "Yeeeeyyyy!"
At that moment, Claire and Jonathan shared their first kiss. One year later, they got married and finally became a real family.
Claire went back to college to finish her degree in Psychology and managed to get a job as a secretary. One day, as she walked to work, she ran into her ex-husband, the one who abandoned them when she was sick.
"I can't believe what I'm seeing!" He stops in front of her, completely surprised. "You look great, even better than you did when we first met! I knew your illness was nothing serious. Maybe we could have dinner sometime?"
Claire looks at him and remembers everything she had gone through since he walked out on his family. "I was cured by my family's love and care. It's something you never gave me. Farewell for good."
What can we learn from this story?
- Once burned, twice wary. We can forgive many things, and if you choose to, betrayal is one of them. Claire didn't hold grudges on her ex-husband. Instead, she moved on with her life and got cured with the love her family gave her.
- A blessing in disguise. Sometimes, the hardest and darkest moments of our lives can bring the most valuable lessons and people.
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