Poor Nurse Takes Care of 4 Elderly Sisters, Learns Their Will after They All Die – Story of the Day

A poor nurse decided to care for her four elderly neighbors after realizing they only had one another to rely on for household chores. After the last neighbor’s death, the nurse discovers the will they left behind.

Cassandra Myers was a poor nurse who worked at a local hospital. Although nurses are generally paid well in America, most of Cassandra’s salary went to paying off the loans of her late parents, leaving her with just enough to get by.

Cassandra lived in her ancestral home, which was situated in a quiet neighborhood. Her next-door neighbors were four elderly siblings who were in their 80s.

For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

Time after time, Cassandra would see the siblings struggle with their everyday chores. In their old age, they had to carry their groceries, clean their house and yard, take out the trash, and cook for themselves every day.

Realizing they needed help, Cassandra offered to help them every time she got home from her hospital shifts. The four sisters appreciated this and genuinely enjoyed Cassandra’s company.

“You are heaven sent, Cassandra,” Marie, the eldest of the sisters, once told her. “Will you at least allow us to pay you for your help?” she asked.

Cassandra shook her head. “Oh, no, Marie. I will not allow you to pay me! I do this because I care for you, not because I want any money in return. Really, don’t worry about it,” she replied.

For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

Every day, Cassandra helped them by cooking their meals and washing the dishes after they ate. She also helped them individually, arranging their maintenance medicines and helping them dress up.

One day, while they were having dinner together, Cassandra asked them, “Why didn’t you ever go to a nursing home? Surely, they can take better care of you compared to me.”

Clara, another sister said they did not trust nursing homes. “We wanted to spend the remainder of our lives together. If we were put in a nursing home, we wouldn’t be able to sleep in the same room, and we’ll have to deal with so many other people,” she explained.

“We would rather spend the rest of our days surrounded by genuine love and care. We never know what other people’s intentions are,” Mindy, the youngest of the sisters, added.

For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

Cassandra nodded, understanding where the sisters were coming from. “Well,” she told them. “You don’t have to worry. As long as I am able, you can count on me for help,” she smiled. “That’s what neighbors are for!”

“You are the best neighbor anyone could ask for,” Lisa, the second-eldest sibling, told her, reaching out to touch her hand.

No matter how tired Cassandra was every time she got home from the hospital, she made sure to visit the siblings. They ate a meal together, and she would take care of everything they needed before returning home to sleep.

Unfortunately, as time passed, the inevitable began to happen. One by one, the siblings passed away, leaving Cassandra to organize their funerals and mourning their loss.

For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

When the last of the sisters died, she cleaned their home and attended the final funeral, where there were no visitors aside from a lawyer who introduced herself as Attorney Abigail Smith.

“You must be Cassandra,” Abigail told her. “Thank you for taking care of the sisters all these years. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Cassandra gave her a tearful smile. “They were a delight to be with. I will miss all of them dearly.”

For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

The lawyer revealed that Cassandra needed to visit her office that same week because there was something she had to discuss with her. Although Cassandra was confused, she promised to visit the lawyer’s office the following day.

When she got there, the lawyer handed her a document. “Lisa, Clara, Mindy, and Marie each had children. I know you’ve never met them because they didn’t bother attending any of the funerals, but they live in nearby states. When the sisters realized their kids didn’t care much about them, they decided to change their will,” she explained.

“They left everything to you,” Attorney Abigail revealed. “In the document, you will see everything you will inherit from them, including money, jewelry, and the house they lived in.”

For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

Cassandra’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe that her neighbors had left their entire estate with her despite having children. “It can’t be! I don’t deserve all of these,” she said, shocked.

Attorney Abigail shrugged. “You do, Cassandra. You were a daughter to them more than their own children. They saw you as the rightful heir to their fortune,” she assured her.

Cassandra didn’t know what to think. She was shaking when she saw the document that clearly stated she was to receive the fortune the four sisters left behind. She didn’t know what to do with the money but immediately realized that it was more than enough to pay off the remaining debts of her late parents.

A couple of days after the meeting, the four sisters’ children started calling Attorney Abigail for the will reading. When she revealed that the will did not involve them, they all wanted to contest the will in court.

For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

However, before they could do that, Attorney Abigail said that each child would receive a letter in the mail from their mothers. Each letter contained the same message:

“My dear child,

You might be wondering why I left you with nothing. You know that I love you dearly and that I am happy that you were able to start a new life without me in a different state. I am proud of all your success, but I always wished you would take time off your busy schedule to visit me and spend the last of my days with me.

I was deeply hurt and offended by the fact that you never paid attention to me after you moved. I had wished you’d come each holiday, but you never did. So I decided to leave my fortune to someone who was there for me all the years you weren’t.

I hope you accept and understand this decision. I know you are capable of living life without my estate, the same way you have been living without me all these years. Love, mom.”

For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

The children received the letters on the same day. They messaged one another through a group chat and decided to withdraw the lawsuit. They realized how terrible they had been to their moms and how they did not deserve to receive anything from them.

Cassandra never met any of the sisters’ children, but on each of the women’s death anniversaries, she’d see beautiful fresh flowers on their graves. This made Cassandra smile, knowing that the sisters’ children finally decided to pay attention to their mothers in the only way they could.

What can we learn from this story?

  • When you’re in the position to help someone, do it. Cassandra helped her elderly neighbors without expecting anything in return. In the end, her neighbors believed she was the rightful heir of their estate after realizing she cared for them more than their own children did.
  • Spend time with your loved ones before it’s too late. When the sisters died, their children realized how much time they wasted neglecting their mothers. They regretted not spending time with them when they were alive and were left leaving bouquets on their graves every year because it was too late to rewrite the past.

Share this story with your friends. It might brighten their day and inspire them.

My Mom Thought No Man Was Good Enough for Me Until One Invited Her on a Date — Story of the Day

At 37, I thought I could finally date in peace until my Mom crashed dinner with a list of rules… and somehow ended up on a date with my boyfriend.

I always knew I had a mom. But sometimes, it felt like my mom was my whole life. I was 37, but that didn’t stop her from asking me every single day:

“Are you wearing warm socks?” or “Are you sure he looked at you with respect and not… interest?”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

I worked in a museum, adored art history, lived in my own apartment, had a bank account, and had two degrees… Yet every time I saw “Mom calling” on my phone, I instinctively straightened my posture.

She controlled everything. From when I should go to bed to what color I painted my nails.

Once, I ordered salmon delivery, and 20 minutes later, she called.

“I saw him go into your house. Was that him?”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

“Mom, are you spying on my house?”

“I just sat in the car nearby. In case of suspicious movement.”

She had binoculars. And a notebook. She called it “just in case.”

As a child, it was cute. At 20, it got annoying. By 30, I began to question our “normal.”

At 37, I met Theo.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For the first time in my life, I didn’t tell her right away.

It was my first grown-up secret. And, of course, it lasted exactly three days. Until Mom ruined everything.

But I’ll tell you that in a moment.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

***

I was preparing for my dinner with Theo. I baked a pie I found online, not from Mom’s sacred recipe book.

Even if it came out a bit burnt and the chicken was a little dry — those were my mistakes. My life.

I could already imagine my mother’s face if she saw the meal — a guaranteed explosion. I smiled quietly to myself while checking the candles.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

A week earlier, she declared, “I want to meet him. In person. At my house. At the table. With my questions.”

“Mom, let me be an adult for once. I’ll decide when to introduce you.”

She backed off for once. It felt odd, but I didn’t think much of it. Big mistake.

That night, Theo came over for the first time. He brought tulips, non-alcoholic wine (knowing I was tired after work), and a cake from the bakery I always visit during lunch.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

“I just wanted to get everything right,” he smiled, setting the plates.

“Theo, with you, it always feels right.”

Something warm and calm bloomed in my chest. We talked for hours. Laughed. Dreamed.

“Imagine… a little house by an old lighthouse,” he said.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

“And in the basement — an archive of old love letters.”

“You’d preserve them, and I’d write new ones.”

Candles were burning low. Music hummed softly. He touched my hand.

“I thought after all the heartbreaks, nothing would ever happen again. And then you came along…”

And at that exact moment…

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

“ACHOO!”

From the closet. We froze.

“You’re not alone?” Theo shot me a look.

I got up. Opened the closet.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

“Mooom?!”

She sat in the dark. With a headlamp. And a thermos.

“What… what are you doing?!”

“Oh, hi! I was just checking if you’re storing things in your closet without lavender,” she mumbled, not even trying to sound convincing.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

“You broke into my apartment?!”

“I was just making sure. Listening. Evaluating. I didn’t interfere!”

Theo, somehow, still managed to smile politely.

“Good evening. I’m Theo. Very nice to meet you.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

“Theo. Short. Like most male patients,” Mom said, sitting on the couch. “Sit. Let’s get to know each other.”

I wanted to run. But Theo sat down. Bravely.

And the interrogation began.

“Do you have a job?”

“Yes. I teach literature…”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

“Do you work 9 to 5?”

“Flexible hours.”

“So, no structure. Got it. Do you drink alcohol?”

“A glass of wine, sometimes…”

“Sometimes means regularly.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

“Mom…”

“Quiet, Eliza. I’m asking.”

Then she turned back to him again, “How many women before my daughter?”

“I… excuse me?”

“Are you deaf?”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

“No, I just think that’s a bit…”

“You should always think. Before approaching a woman with serious intentions.”

Theo looked at me. As if to ask, “Is this a joke?”

I tried to say with my eyes, “No. This is my life.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

Mom stood up. “Now, a test.”

“What?” we both said.

“Wipe the table. With a sponge. No streaks. If there’s even one mark — you’re not for her.”

“Mom, enough!”

I was desperate and angry. But to my greatest surprise…

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

Theo stood up, went to the kitchen, found the sponge… and wiped. It was perfect. She checked the surface and ran her finger across.

“Hmm. Survived. For now.”

Then, Mom dramatically handed Theo a paper. He smiled while skimming it, then slowly, he frowned before handing it to me.

“I think I should go. I’ll call you.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

He left. Just like that. I finally looked down at the letters she wrote in thick black marker.

RULES FOR DATING MY DAUGTER

1. Have a job.

2. Understand I don’t like you.

3. I am EVERYWHERE.

4. You make HER cry — I make YOU cry.

5. Be home 30 min early.

6. SHE is my PRINCESS. Not your conquest.

7. I don’t mind going to jail.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Celebritist

For illustration purposes only | Source: Celebritist

Daugter. With a typo. That said it all.

“Mom, it’s time for you to go.”

“Oh, sweetie, if he leaves at the first sign of trouble, is he even a man?”

“He didn’t leave me. He said he’d call.”

“Same thing.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

“Maybe he just didn’t enjoy being around you?”

“You’re overreacting.”

“You crossed the line, Mom! Please, leave. I want to be alone.”

Mom’s words echoed in my head.

Has Theo really left… forever?

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

***

Three days passed. No texts. No calls. I caved and sent him a short message:

“I’m sorry for how everything went. You didn’t deserve that.”

Seen. No reply.

And then — a knock at the door. I opened it, my heart racing. It was him and he was there with flowers.

“Come on. I’ve planned a date… for you and your Mom.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

I blinked. “What?”

“Just trust me.”

We picked up my Mom. She barely got in the car before starting her usual commentary.

“Where are we going? I have to defrost the freezer!”

“Surprise,” Theo smiled.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

The first stop? His lecture.

Mom and I sat in the back. Theo stood in front of a class full of students, talking about love in literature.

“To be with someone doesn’t always feel poetic. But it’s always worth it.”

“Oh, I might fall asleep here,” Mom whispered.

“Mom. Shhh.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

“If he’s trying to seduce us both with lectures — he failed.”

I gave her a look. But I held on. I knew this wasn’t all Theo had planned.

Next stop — a boat ride. On the lake, with a plaid blanket, strawberries, and tea in a thermos. (Yes, the exact tea Mom liked. He remembered.)

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

“Yet another romantic coma,” Mom muttered, but this time, she was chuckling.

As we floated, Theo turned to her gently.

“So, Barbara. What are your hobbies?”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Hobbies? Suspicion. Avoiding scams. Crosswords when I can’t sleep.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

“I bet you’re good at them.”

“I once found three typos in The New York Times. Sent them a letter. And you didn’t find one.”

“You planted that typo?”

“Of course, sweetie — it was a test for your Theo.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

“A test? For spelling? Mom, he’s a university professor!”

“No, more like a test for politeness,” she smirked. “He passed.”

Then she leaned to move closer to the edge… and slipped.

SPLASH.

She fell right into the water. I gasped. Then, she laughed so hard I nearly joined her.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

“YOU LAUGHING? I COULD DROWN!”

Theo jumped in without hesitation. Swam straight to her, helped her out, and wrapped her in a blanket. Soaked, shivering, furious — but secretly touched. Back on land, she was about to stomp away.

“I need to go home. I’m done.”

Theo calmly said, “There’s a sports store nearby. Time for a wardrobe refresh.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

He disappeared. Came back ten minutes later with two matching athletic outfits. One for me. One for Mom. She held hers suspiciously.

“How did you guess my size?”

“Easy. You’re built perfectly for a Medium. Athletic and classic.”

She smiled. Barely. Quietly. But I saw it. She loved attention.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

We changed. And then — the climbing wall.

“Last challenge, I promise,” Theo grinned. “Climbing wall. One climbs, the other keeps the rope. Trust exercise.”

“Oh no. I’m 60!”

“Exactly. Perfect age for adventure.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

To my absolute shock, Mom went first. Halfway up, she shouted:

“THEO! IF I FALL — I’M HAUNTING YOU!”

She didn’t fall. She reached the top. And when she came down, her eyes were gleaming.

“Okay, professor. Not bad.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

“To end the day,” Theo said, “I’d like to make you both dinner. My place.”

Mom looked at me. “I have no choice. I need to see where this man lives. Maybe I’ll discover his secret lair.”

***

Theo’s house was beautiful. Clean. Warm. It smelled like citrus and cedar. I’d never been there before. And I was stunned.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

“Did you buy this on a teacher’s salary or rob a bank?” Mom asked, peeking into the kitchen.

“Started saving in high school. Plus I teach online courses on the side. Hard work pays off.”

“Well, look at you,” she muttered. Then, louder, “Does the fridge clean itself, or are you just this weird?”

Theo just laughed.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

We sat on the terrace. Theo grilled steaks nearby while the sun dipped low. Mom leaned back. Actually relaxed.

“You know… he’s not so bad, honey.”

“Really? Wow. Mom, you’re on fire today.”

“I was too distrustful. Because your father left. And I didn’t want you to get burned like I did.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

“But Mom, it’s my life. I need to make my own mistakes. Walk my own path.”

“Theo is wonderful. It’s obvious he loves you. I mean, he jumped in a lake to save his future mother-in-law.”

We both laughed.

“And he could’ve dropped me on that climbing wall. But he didn’t. That’s some nerve control.”

Theo joined us, carrying two plates.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

“Hungry?”

“Always,” Mom said.

“Even for this? Because I have one more course.”

Theo knelt on one knee.

“Eliza, these past three months have been the best of my life. You’ve brought color back into everything. And your mom… we’re friends now.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

“Almost,” Mom added.

“Not even the rule list could scare me away. I want to share my home, my life… all of it. And yes, even see your mom — but no more than twice a week.”

He laughed. I gasped.

“Will you marry me?”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

I blinked. Heart racing.

“Sweetheart,” Mom nudged me. “I’d have said yes already.”

“YES. Of course — yes!”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

***

Mom changed.

She started Pilates, bought her first floral swimsuit, and we no longer lived in a co-dependent loop. We were separate but always family.

Finally, our coffee dates felt like chats between old friends.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

She told me about her fitness class. I told her how Theo’d forgotten to take out the trash and called it a “creative delay.”

I finally became myself. And I think — she also did.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

Tell us what you think about this story and share it with your 

Related Posts

Be the first to comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.


*