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Teen Lends Jacket to Old Woman Curling in the Cold, Next Day Girl Finds Ring & Note in Its Pocket – Story of the Day

Byron Loker
Dec 12, 2023
06:50 A.M.

High school exchange student Suki is surprised to discover a precious heirloom in the pocket of the jacket she briefly loaned to an old lady at the local ice rink. When the old lady goes missing for days, Suki sets out on a journey of discovery that unravels the past.

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On a bitter winter day, the small Canadian town of Woodridge lay beneath a thick blanket of snow, frozen in the relentless grip of the season. The cold wind howled through the narrow streets, biting into anyone brave enough to venture outside.

Among the brave — or perhaps foolhardy — was Suki, a high school Japanese exchange student who had recently found herself in the icy clutches of this unfamiliar landscape.

Bundled up in layers of clothing that seemed to add more bulk than warmth, Suki trudged along the snow-covered sidewalk, her breath visible in the frigid air.

Her jet-black hair peeked out from under a knitted hat, and her eyes blinked against the biting wind. Woodridge was a far cry from the bustling streets of Tokyo, and Suki had been struggling to adjust to the quiet, frozen expanse that now surrounded her.

A sign caught her eye as she navigated the unfamiliar streets: "Woodridge Ice Rink." Intrigued, she followed the arrow, curiosity overcoming the numbing cold.

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The rink, nestled in a corner of the town, seemed to be the hub of winter activity. Families skated on the open ice, and the unmistakable sound of stones sliding across the curling sheet rose up all around.

Suki hesitated at the entrance, her breath catching at the sight of the peculiar game of curling. A group of people, bound in puffy layers of fabric, like walking marshmallows, seemed to dance on the ice.

She watched, captivated, as the granite stones — resembling the hockey pucks she'd seen on TV, only much bigger — glided gracefully across the pebbled surface, guided by the rhythmic sweeping of brooms. The gentle grace of the game intrigued Suki, and a desire to understand this mysterious winter pastime sparked within her.

Her attention, however, was diverted by a figure on the curling sheet — an elderly woman with a determined look struggling against the biting cold.

This was Gale, a weathered soul who had encountered more than her fair share of life's storms. Clad in a worn-out raincoat that seemed to offer little protection against the cold, she pushed a curling stone with a quiet determination, her movements slow and deliberate.

Feeling a twinge of empathy for the struggling woman, Suki approached with the awkwardness of someone navigating a new culture.

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"Excuse," she stumbled to say, her English a patchwork of basic words and gestures. "You cold? You take." She unzipped her jacket and offered it to Gale, a hesitant smile on her lips.

Surprised by this unexpected act of kindness, Gale looked up from the curling sheet. "Oh, dear, I couldn't possibly," she protested, the words puffing the air from her lips.

Insisting, Suki draped the jacket over Gale's shoulders. "Keep warm," she said, her limited vocabulary conveying more warmth than the jacket itself.

Gale, enveloped in the borrowed warmth, smiled at the young stranger's generosity. "Thank you, dear. I'm Gale," she introduced herself, her voice a raspy melody that spoke of both age and resilience.

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"Suki," came the reply, pronounced with care. The two women, generations apart, stood together on the curling sheet, the icy wind carrying their introductions into the cold Canadian air.

As Gale continued curling, Suki watched with fascination, her eyes tracing the path of the stones and absorbing the nuances of the game. Gale, noticing the young girl's interest, paused to explain the rules, her words accompanied by gestures and a warmth that transcended the language barrier.

"You slide the stone, and your teammates sweep the ice to guide it," Gale explained, demonstrating with her own stone. "It's all about precision and teamwork. The purpose is to score points by sweeping one's stones closest to the bullseye on the far end — it's called the house or button."

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Though struggling to grasp every detail, Suki nodded along, her curiosity overcoming the linguistic challenges. Sensing the young girl's eagerness to learn, Gale encouraged her to return anytime she wished.

"Woodridge may be chilly, but the curling rink warms the heart and provides company and a sense of community," Gale said, her eyes twinkling with wisdom.

As Gale played and Suki absorbed the game, the layers of cultural difference began to melt away, replaced by a shared interest in something that seemed to transcend age and background.

Despite her limited English, Suki found comfort in Gale's presence, a connection formed on the frozen canvas of the curling sheet.

Unbeknownst to Suki, Gale, a pensioner with little to live on, cherished these moments of connection. Her days were marked by the struggle to make ends meet, the communal curling rink providing solace and a brief escape from the harsh realities of life.

She hid her financial struggles behind a weary smile, but the borrowed jacket silently bespoke of the disparities that lingered beneath the surface.

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As the sun set on the snow-covered landscape, Gale insisted that Suki take her jacket back. "You need to keep warm, too, dear. I'll manage," she said.

Sensing Gale's need, Suki hesitated before accepting the jacket back, torn between cultural politeness and her genuine concern for Gale.

Little did they know, this seemingly small exchange would set in motion a series of events that would unravel the threads of their lives, weaving a tale of unexpected connections, shared passions, and the resilience of the human spirit in the face of bitter odds.

The next day dawned again with a crisp chill that hung in the air, and the small town was shrouded in serene, wintry silence.

With the school on a short break and all her time to herself — as her host family had gone out of town — Suki thought she'd explore more of the little town.

She wrapped herself warmly and stepped out into the world. Tucking her hands into her jacket pockets — the same jacket she'd lent the old lady — she was surprised to feel something small and cold against her fingertips.

Slipping it out, she examined the find in the weak sunlight that suddenly sprinkled the day with cheer. The flash of a perfectly small diamond caught her eye. It was set in a thin ring of silver: simple, elegant, precious.

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Through the ring was a tiny piece of rolled paper. Suki extracted it, rolled it open, and read: "For Marilyn, with all my love. Mom."

Pondering the significance, Suki knew immediately that she had to return the discovery to Gale — it could only have been hers. She retraced the previous day's footsteps towards the ice rink, hoping that her new friend would be there again.

As she approached the curling sheet, the sound of stones sliding and the rhythmic swish of brooms filled the air, creating a harmonious melody unique to the winter sport.

Suki navigated through the gathering of curlers, her eyes scanning for Gale's now-familiar figure, but she was nowhere to be found. Growing slightly anxious, Suki approached a couple around Gale's age, her English stumbling as she inquired about Gale's whereabouts.

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"Gale today?" she asked.

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A middle-aged man with a grizzled beard shook his head and exchanged a puzzled glance with his companion. "She's not here today, no," he replied. "She's usually here by now, though. Perhaps she's not coming," he went on with a shrug, preparing to slide a stone across the sheet.

Suki frowned, a little knot of worry tightening in her stomach. She decided to take matters into her own hands. "I look for her," she declared, her determination breaking through the language barrier.

The curling couple nodded, registering the urgency in her voice. Suki headed out into the town, a gust of cold wind following her as she embarked on a mission to unravel the mystery behind the ring and the note.

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Her first stop was the local diner, a cozy spot that offered respite from a biting wind from the north. A bell on the door jingled as Suki entered, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted her.

The diner's patrons, a mix of locals chatting over breakfast and travelers seeking comfort, glanced up as Suki approached the counter.

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"Hello, dear. What can I get you?" greeted the plump woman behind the counter, wiping her hands on a bright-colored apron.

Still clutching the ring in her hand, Suki hesitated momentarily. "I look for Gale," she finally managed, her eyes searching for any sign of recognition.

The woman, named Betty, the diner's owner, raised an eyebrow. "Gale? The old lady? I haven't seen her today, dear. Is everything all right?"

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Her English failing her in this moment of urgency, Suki nodded solemnly. "Not here? Look other places," she offered.

Understanding the gist of Suki's inquiry, Betty exchanged a concerned look with the cook in the back. "Haven't seen her, but I'll keep an eye out. You can check the community center; she sometimes goes there. They offer a free meal from time to time for the less fortunate among us, poor souls."

Grateful for the lead, Suki thanked Betty and slipped out, the bell chiming behind her. The community center, a hub for local events and gatherings, stood at the heart of Woodridge. Suki approached, her breath visible in the cold air, and pushed open the heavy wooden door.

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Inside, a group of elderly women were engrossed in a game of cards, their laughter filling the room. Suki scanned the faces, hoping to find Gale among the crowd.

"Excuse me," she began timidly, approaching the card-playing ladies, "I look for Gale."

The women exchanged glances, and one of them, a silver-haired lady with kind eyes, spoke up. "Gale? She hasn't been in today, dear. Is something the matter?"

Suki, feeling a growing sense of frustration, nodded. "Not here. Anywhere?"

The women, sensing some urgency in Suki, looked at each other. The silver-haired lady offered a comforting smile. "Don't worry, dear. We'll keep an eye out for her. She's a regular here, so if she comes by, we'll make sure she's okay."

Determined not to leave any stone unturned, Suki thanked the women and ventured further into the town. She visited the local library, the grocery store, and even the town square, asking everyone she encountered about Gale's whereabouts.

Suki's broken English was building a bridge — albeit a rickety one — with each inquiry, connecting her with the townspeople who appreciated her genuine concern for the missing lady.

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In her quest for information, Suki learned more about Gale's life. The elderly woman was a beloved figure in Woodridge, known for her kindness despite enduring financial struggles. Some spoke of the impact Gale had on their lives, recounting moments of generosity that had touched the hearts of those she encountered.

As Suki gathered these pieces of Gale's story, the town began to embrace her in return. A young man at the library, impressed by her determination, offered assistance in finding information about Gale's past.

An elderly couple at the grocery store, touched by Suki's concern, shared stories of the kindness Gale had shown them during difficult times. They asked Suki about herself, too, and made her feel at home.

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Suki's journey to find Gale steered into a communal effort, with the townspeople beginning to rally together out of concern for the well-being of one of their own.

As the day progressed and Suki's search continued, her worry deepened. Gale's absence began to feel like a palpable void in the tight-knit community, leaving some to wonder why it took a newcomer to bring their attention to an occurrence that would have otherwise been overlooked.

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Some of the townsfolk began to talk among themselves about Gale's situation. Questions were asked: "Where does she live?" was one of them.

"Does she live alone, Errol?" Betty asked her cook at the diner.

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"Don't know, actually," Errol offered, flipping a pair of frying eggs dextrously. "Doesn't she have a daughter she lives with?"

"Yes, that sounds about right. Although, I haven't seen her come in here with anyone else for years. In fact, wasn't there a story about her daughter running off with some guy?"

Errol shrugged, "I seem to remember something like that. Took off for Montreal, wasn't it? Yeah, I think Gale's alone now. Her husband passed away a long time ago."

In the midst of the winter chill, Suki's determination and the town's solidarity became a testament to the strength of human connection, proving that even in the coldest of climes, warmth could be found in the shared concern for an absent friend.

Just two days passed, but they seemed to stretch into an eternity for Suki as she scoured the town for any sign of Gale. The winter persisted, and the community, now fully aware of Gale's absence, shared in Suki's concern.

It turned out no one knew exactly which house was Gale's or even which street she lived on. Word began to circulate that the old lady hadn't been seen for two days, and the town's new exchange student was at the heart of the concern.

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The familiar crunch of snow beneath her boots sounded through the quiet town as Suki approached the curling rink once more. The air hung heavy with anticipation as she stepped towards the familiar expanse of ice.

And there, huddled in play, was Gale — looking frail, tired, and somehow smaller than before. Suki's heart skipped a beat at the sight of the elderly woman, but she was overcome with relief.

"Gale!" Suki called out, rushing towards her. "You okay?"

Startled by Suki's sudden appearance, Gale looked up with tired, watery eyes but managed a weak smile. "Oh, dear Suki, you've been looking for me? I'm touched," she said.

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Her worry turning into determination, Suki reached into her pocket, retrieving the small, beautiful ring and the note. She extended her hand toward Gale, presenting the items as a silent acknowledgment of their significance.

Gale's eyes widened at the sight of the ring, and her tiny hands trembled slightly as she took it from Suki. Unfolding the note, her eyes traced the handwritten words.

"You found this," Gale whispered, her voice bending with emotion.

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Suki nodded, her eyes conveying the genuine concern she felt. "Gale, yours? Important," she said.

Tears glistening in her eyes, Gale gently placed the ring and the note back in Suki's hand. "This belongs now to my daughter, Marilyn. She left long ago, and I dearly want her to have this. Thank you for returning it. I always keep it with me and must have slipped it from my pants pocket into your jacket."

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Understanding the weight of the revelation, Suki felt an unspoken connection with Gale. "Marilyn," she urged, "where she?" her voice filled with curiosity.

Gale took a deep breath, the memories of her daughter surfacing like ripples in a quiet pond. "Marilyn was a spirited girl. We spent hours on this curling sheet, sliding stones and laughing together. But somehow, I couldn't give her what she wanted out of life. She left with a young man who was passing through. She was always very adventurous and independent. She wrote a few letters, but then they stopped coming. I don't know where she is now."

Suki sensed the profound loss in Gale's heart, and she gripped the ring and note tightly. "Sorry, sorry, Gale." She made to hand the precious heirloom back to the old lady.

"Dear," Gale said, "I'd like you to do me a favor, please, and keep it safe for me. I was very sick the past few days. I'm fine now, but I did get to worrying about what would come of it were I to shuffle off this mortal coil."

Not understanding the metaphor but gathering the gist of the request, Suki nodded in agreement. "I keep for you?" she asked.

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"That's right, Suki," Gale confirmed. "Just keep it safe for the time being; I'll retrieve it from you in due course. Now, let me show you how to do this," she broke off, bending down to prepare a stone on the ice.

She handed Suki a broom. "I'll make the throw, and you see how you go with the sweeping — follow alongside the stone as it goes and swish the broom back and forth in front of the stone, as you see the others doing. Don't worry if you don't get it right at first; it takes practice!"

Suki nodded and took the broom nervously. Gale threw the stone and, attempting a run, Suki promptly slipped on the uneven ice and fell hard on her bottom. "Ouch!" she exclaimed with a laugh.

"Oh dear!" Gale squeaked and jumped to help the stricken girl up to her feet. "It takes lots of practice," she said with a smile. "Also," she said, "this ice sheet is falling into disrepair. The town council is not maintaining it as they used to. I'm afraid this is not as popular a pastime as it used to be."

Suki spoke with a newfound conviction. "We fix up!" she ventured. "For you."

"Oh, that would be a difficult undertaking, my dear. We'll just persist as it is," Gale said, but she could see the sincerity in the young girl's eyes.

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Suki, undeterred, smiled. "We do together. Town help!"

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"That would be wonderful, dear," Gale conceded graciously. "Well, I'm feeling a little under the weather right now; I don't think I'll make it out tomorrow, but let's meet here the day after if that works for you?"

"Good, good!" Suki said. "Oh, Gale," she added, "where is your house?"

"I'm a little embarrassed to tell you, Suki, truth be told," Gale replied. "It's in rather shabby shape at the moment. But I promise to have you over for tea as soon as I feel well enough to tidy up a bit. Anyway, it's the clapped-out old place on Ontario Avenue — the place that looks like it could use a lick of paint. And the yard, oh my word, I'm so ashamed, it's a complete mess. I haven't been able to afford to hire someone to fix it up. All in good time, though."

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The two said their so-longs and parted. And it came to be that Suki kindled the spark of an idea to revive the curling sheet, and she began to rally the townspeople for an impromptu meeting at the community center the next day.

The news of Gale's return to the curling rink spread, and the townspeople, eager to bring joy to the elderly woman's life, gathered to hear Suki's plan.

In the buzzing community center, Suki stood before the small gathering, her broken English improving by the day. "We'll surprise Gale," she declared. "Fix up the rink and bring back curling. Repair sheet. Show unity."

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The townspeople, drawn in by Suki's enthusiasm, piped up in agreement. The silver-haired community center lady called out, "We can do it. For Gale!" The room erupted into a chorus of supportive voices.

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Plans were quickly set in motion — tools and materials would be gathered, and a group of volunteers set a date to repair the curling sheet. The winter air became charged with the collective energy of a town with a common cause.

As Suki led the initiative, the bridge she was building grew stronger, connecting the townspeople in a shared endeavor. Conversations flowed more readily and frequently in the communal spaces, laughter was heard more often, and the sense of camaraderie began to warm the long nights.

The day of the repair effort came around, with the townspeople working tirelessly to revive the curling sheet. The sound of industry, laughter, and camaraderie filled the air as the small town came together.

Suki, her hands covered in snow and her breath steaming in the frosty air, marveled at the scene before her. The unity of the town, transcending language and cultural barriers, was a testament to the transformative power of shared goals and genuine connection.

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The repair work was completed as evening fell, and the curling sheet stood bright and clean, ready to welcome all. During the restoration, a plan had been hatched to establish a curling tournament in Gale's honor, and teams were tentatively drawn up to compete.

Days before the planned surprise event, the small town of Woodridge was brimming with anticipation. The air was clear with just a hint of spring, and the repaired curling sheet glistened in the pale sunlight.

But as the community gathered, an undercurrent began to flow. Gale, the heart and soul of the undertaking, didn't arrive. Her regular companions at the rink exchanged concerned glances, their anticipation tainted by the worry that hung in the chilly air.

Suki felt a knot of unease tighten in her stomach. "I'll go and look for her," she offered, remembering the old lady's directions to her home.

She had no trouble finding the place based on Gale's description. The house was a small dwelling cloaked in the melancholy of winter. The exterior, once a barrier from the biting cold, now wore the scars of neglect.

A thin layer of snow, untouched by the warmth of a caretaker's hand, draped the roof like a heavy shroud, its presence accentuating the disrepair that had settled upon the structure.

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The frosted and opaque windows bespoke of the chill that pervaded the interior. Once sturdy guardians against the winter winds, the wooden frames now bore marks of ruin while paint peeled unchecked.

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Now a somber tableau, the garden lay beneath a blanket of untouched snow. Where once vibrant blooms had flourished, now only wilted remnants and skeletal branches remained, entangled in a melancholic dance with the falling snow. The silence of the surroundings spoke volumes, echoing the loneliness that had settled upon this place.

Suki approached. She knocked and called out Gale's name, but there was no response. "Gale!" she called again, knocking again more forcefully. The door creaked open, unlocked, and unlatched.

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What Suki saw pierced her heart. Gale, the vibrant spirit with whom she had shared those few special days, lay still on her bed. The room, dimly lit by the pale light filtering through a curtained window, felt heavy with the weight of cold, and a soul departed.

Without setting foot inside, Suki ran back to the rink to alert someone in authority to what she knew immediately: Back in the house, Gale's frail form was now at eternal rest.

As word spread, the townspeople who had gathered at the rink quietly made their way to Gale's house while others joined from adjacent parts.

They stood on the property in silent vigil, paying their respects and talking amongst themselves while the local priest and undertaker made their rounds and took care of the sad business of death.

The joyous atmosphere of the planned outing was swamped by collective grief that hung over Woodridge along with the low-hanging snow clouds. The surprise curling event, once a celebration of life, transformed into an unintended memorial for a woman who had touched the hearts of those around her.

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***

The school break ended, and the town ebbed back to its usual routine, albeit it with a black tide of mourning. Suki bore her grief gently and suddenly found herself compelled by a new mission — to find Marilyn, Gale's estranged daughter, and deliver the news of her mother's passing.

Of course, there was the matter of the ring to consider, too. With limited information, equipped only with the tools of the internet, Suki set out on a quest to transcend cultural barriers and linguistic challenges.

Her online search began with the scant details she knew about Marilyn — a name, a possible location, and the hope that the internet held the key to connecting two threads of this broken family.

Suki used the energy of grief to navigate the digital landscape with the tenacity of a detective on a quest for truth. Days turned into nights as she tirelessly combed through online profiles, piecing together fragments of information in her pursuit of Marilyn. The small glow of her computer screen was her only companion long into the night.

And then, against all odds, a breakthrough — a profile that seemed to match the limited details Suki had about Marilyn. With as careful command of her adopted language as she could manage, Suki composed a heartfelt message, the words a delicate blend of condolence and connection. She pressed send, the fate of her message now consigned to the digital ether.

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Days passed in tense anticipation as Suki awaited a response. The small town, still mourning the loss of Gale, saw a flicker of hope in the possibility of reuniting a daughter with the memory of her mother. And then, like a whispered promise, Marilyn's reply arrived.

Tears welled in Suki's eyes as she read Marilyn's words of gratitude and surprise. The prodigal daughter, who had long ago severed ties with her mother in search of a better life, now found herself unexpectedly connected back to her formative days through the kindness of a caring stranger.

Despite the language barrier, Suki conveyed the news of Gale's passing with a compassion that bridged the gap between hearts.

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Marilyn shared memories of her mother, revealing a complex tapestry of love, loss, and longing. The distance that had once separated them began to shrink as Marilyn expressed a desire to learn more about the woman who had remained in her heart despite the distance separating them.

Suki continued her virtual conversations with Marilyn, and then news reached her from the town's priest: Gale had left a modest but livable inheritance to her daughter.

The existence of a trust fund — carefully established despite the financial struggles — emerged as the lawyer assigned to wrapping up Gale's estate went about his duties. It stood as a testament to Gale's enduring love for Marilyn and concern for her future.

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Additionally, Suki had the ring evaluated, and it was worth something. Not a considerable fortune, but were a buyer to be found, the proceeds would make a nice nest egg. The simple piece of jewelry stood as a symbol of the sacrifices Gale had made to ensure a better life for her daughter.

Life had not been kind to Marilyn since she'd left. The man she had trailed turned out to be a cad and a liar, and she had fallen in with the wrong crowd in Montreal. This reconnection with her family legacy offered a way out.

The small town of Woodridge, still grappling with the void left by Gale's passing, became a backdrop for a reunion that transcended time and circumstance. Suki, now the traverse between mother and daughter, facilitated a virtual connection that spanned distance and emotions.

As the days passed, Marilyn expressed a desire to visit Woodridge and pay her respects to the woman who had shaped her. The townspeople, aware of the unfolding narrative, prepared to welcome Marilyn with open arms, recognizing the beauty of unexpected connections that had woven through their lives.

The community embraced the opportunity to honor a woman who had touched their lives in simple but profound ways.

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As Marilyn's arrival in Woodridge drew near, the town pulled together once again. Suki, having become the unexpected catalyst for this reunion, found solace in the knowledge that Gale's legacy would endure through the connections forged in the most unexpected of circumstances.

The small Canadian town, marked by the twists of fate and the resilience of its people, stood as a testament to the enduring power of love that could bridge even the widest of emotional chasms.

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The day of Gale's memorial dawned with quiet reverence as the townspeople gathered at the curling rink. Having arrived from the distant city, Marilyn stood respectfully on the outskirts of the gathering until Suki invited her to step up front and attend the proceedings more closely as the priest delivered the eulogy.

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Afterward, Suki embraced Marilyn warmly. "Happy you could make it," she said, her eyes reflecting both sorrow and a genuine desire to offer comfort.

Marilyn, still processing the whirlwind of emotions, nodded appreciatively. "Thank you, Suki. I didn't expect all of this."

The townspeople, recognizing Marilyn as the daughter Gale had spoken of with both pride and longing, approached with condolences and welcoming gestures. The silver-haired lady from the community center, a stalwart figure in Gale's life, stepped forward. "You must be Marilyn. Your mother spoke of you often. We're so sorry for your loss."

The sincerity in the woman's voice touched Marilyn, and she offered a faint smile. "Thank you. That means a lot to me," she replied.

As the community drifted away, Suki took Marilyn aside to share the news that would further reshape the narrative of her life. "Something I need to tell you," Suki began.

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Marilyn, curious and apprehensive, looked at Suki with a furrowed brow. "What is it?"

Choosing her words carefully, Suki spoke of the inheritance Gale had secured for Marilyn — the trust fund, the ring, and the modest house: emblems of a mother's enduring love. Marilyn's eyes widened in surprise.

"A trust fund? The old house?" Marilyn repeated, trying to grasp the reality of her newfound circumstances.

Suki nodded. "Yes. Your mom wanted place for you, home. She loved you very much."

Tears welled in Marilyn's eyes as the knowledge of her mother's sacrifice became tangible. "I had no idea she did all of this for me."

Suki, her own eyes moist with tears of empathy, nodded. "She wanted you to have chance for better life."

As Marilyn absorbed the news, a quiet determination settled in her. "I want to see the house."

Suki led Marilyn through the town to the house, nestled apart from the other residences. As they entered, Marilyn took in the simple yet comforting atmosphere. "It needs some fixing up, but otherwise, it's perfect," she whispered, her voice laced with gratitude.

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Suki smiled, understanding the significance of the moment. "A home where you find peace," she said.

Marilyn, overwhelmed by a surge of emotions, nodded. "I want to stay. Here. In Woodridge. It feels right."

Suki, her eyes reflecting a shared understanding, embraced Marilyn once more. "Welcome home."

In the days that followed, the townspeople rallied around Marilyn as she settled into her new life, extending support to the woman who had once been a distant figure in Gale's stories.

The memorial curling event was re-established; initially planned to honor Gale's life, it took on a profound significance as Marilyn slotted into the community at the rink. The curling sheet became a symbol of shared memories and the legacy Gale had left.

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United in both grief and the celebration of Gale's life, folks surrounded Marilyn as she stepped up to the curling sheet. The silver-haired lady, a matriarchal presence, handed Marilyn a curling stone with a nod of encouragement. "Your mother loved this game. Let's celebrate her life together."

As the memorial event unfolded, Marilyn felt a sense of belonging she had never known. With its tight-knit community and enduring spirit, the small town became the setting for a new chapter in her life.

Gale's legacy, fostered so considerately by Suki, carried forward by the connections forged in the most unexpected of circumstances, was now intertwined with Marilyn's journey of rediscovery and homecoming.

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