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An old lady knocked on my window when my life was in ruins, she became my new family in a month — Story of the day


A 37-year-old woman whose life is devastated by tragedy discovers the path to happiness when an elderly lady knocks on her window.

The night Amelia knocked on my window, I begged God to die. I didn’t think I could survive another day with the pain gripping my heart.

A year before, I had a perfect life. I was happily married to a man I adored and shared six-month-old twin babies with. But one day I came home from work and Peter broke the news. He was leaving me.

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“But we are happy! I protested. “I don’t understand…”

“Listen, Marissa,” he said coldly. “I waited until the boys were born, and you were more settled, but the truth is, there’s someone else.”

“Someone else?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “For how long?”

Pierre had the grace to look ashamed. “A little over a year.”

“I was pregnant with your babies, and you were having an affair?” I gasped.

“It doesn’t matter now,” he said. “It’s over, okay? You can keep the house…”

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“The House?” I cried. “The house is collapsing around our ears! You promised that we would renovate, that we would put in a new oven…”

“I don’t spend my money on that!” he said. “I gave you twelve years of my life, you won’t have a minute more – or a penny!”

He left, got out and left me with two dependent children and no one to help me. That night I called my mom and asked her to fly to Texas and stay with me for a while.

Letting go of pain doesn’t mean letting go of love.

I needed his help. I struggled to juggle work and raise six-month-old babies while battling depression. Mom’s kindness and tranquility were a godsend.

In no time everything was going well and I could focus on that promotion I was aiming for. My boss called me into his office and told me the news – I got the promotion AND a big raise!

I went home happy for the first time since Peter left me. I knew my luck was running out, finally I was on my way to a new and happier life. I was so wrong.

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When I turned down my street, I saw several fire engines surrounded by firefighters dragging hoses. They aimed them at a house enveloped in flames.

It was my house, where I had left my mother and my sons. I started screaming and tried to run into the flames, but someone held me down. I don’t know how that night ended.

I don’t remember anything except the funeral, those tiny, rain-beaten coffins with my mother’s coffin next to it. I no longer had a reason to live.

They told me later that the furnace had exploded, the very one Peter had promised to replace. I should have, but I was so busy feeling sorry for myself that I forgot about it.

This oversight cost me my family. I could never forgive myself for my carelessness. I quit my job, took my house insurance money and bought a small house in a small town where no one knew me.

I wanted to disappear, to be invisible, and I succeeded until the night Amelia knocked on my window. I was curled up on my couch, lost in my grief when I heard the sound of knuckles on the glass.

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I jumped up, ran to the window and found myself staring at a scared blank face. It was the face of an elderly woman with hair as soft and white as cotton.

I opened the door and ran into the garden. “Hello,” I said softly to the woman who was now cowering under my window. ” You are looking for someone ? It’s cold here. Why don’t you come back?

I took the woman’s frail hand in mine and led her inside. “What is your name?” I asked after sitting her down on my couch. “Where do you live?”

The woman gave me the sweetest of childlike smiles. “I’m Amelia,” she said. “Who are you?”

“I’m Marissa,” I replied, smiling back. “Where do you live?”

Amelia said, “I live with my mom and dad in the house near the church.”

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“Oh,” I say. “Sure, let me bring you some milk and cookies, then I’ll take you home, okay?” My heart broke for poor Amelia. I had considered memory my curse; now I saw what his loss could do.

I imagined losing my memory of my mother’s smile and the sweet scent of my babies in my arms. I may have had the agony of loss, but I also had the blessing of their memory.

I closed my eyes and sent a prayer. “Thank you, Lord,” I whispered. I knew now that I could let go of pain without giving up love.

I placed a light shawl around Amelia’s shoulders and walked her down the street to the house next to the church. I knocked on the door and heard the noise and the chatter of children.

A tall man opened the door. “Mom!” he cried as soon as he saw Amelia. “Where were you?”

“It’s okay,” I told him. “Amelia was lost, but I brought her home.”

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“Thanks!” said the man, and I saw that he had good eyes. “It’s my fault, I hadn’t noticed that she was gone, but with five children…”

“You have five children? I asked. “You and your wife are very lucky!

“My wife passed away,” he said. “It’s been a year, but…I can’t get over it.”

“I know how you feel,” I said touching his hand. “But I learned that you have to let go of the pain and keep only the love.”

He smiled for the first time and I saw how attractive he was. “I am Victor,” he said. “Come in, dine with us!” To my surprise, I found myself accepting his invitation.

Her children were adorable, and I had a wonderful time. I asked Victor for permission to take Amelia for a walk, and he agreed. Little by little, we all got closer.

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A month later, we were having a picnic, and I saw Victor looking at me with a special light in his eyes. “Marissa,” he said softly. “Would you like to have dinner with me?” Just me alone!

I accepted, and exactly one year after our first date, Victor and I got married. Amelia was happy as always and the children were delighted. I have a secret – Victor doesn’t know it yet, but we’re having a baby. I will never forget my lost family, but I learned to live, love and hope again.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Dedication to others helps us overcome despair. Marissa was so focused on her loss that her pain was constant until she met Amelia and her family, who needed her help.
  • Letting go of pain doesn’t mean letting go of love. Amelia taught Marissa to cherish the memories of her loved ones and leave her grief behind.

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