Boy Promises to Water Old Lady’s Plants after She Moves to Nursing Home, Finds Note Left in Soil – Story of the Day

When Daniel saw his older neighbor fighting with her son over her plants, he offered to help and volunteered to water her garden for her. Sometime later, he found a note buried in the soil that changed everything in the most surprising way.

“I can’t believe you would ask that of me! I can’t come here every day to water your plants! If you gave me the house, I would do it!” Daniel heard someone shouting and stopped his bike in front of a pretty little house with a lovely garden. He knew that an older woman, Mrs. Carrino, lived there, but he had never talked to her, and he had no idea who was yelling.

Suddenly, Daniel saw a man exiting the house, still yelling, and the older woman was following him behind. “Arnold, I asked you to come and help me, and all you’ve talked about is getting this house! Are you crazy? Do you want me to die so you can have my house?”

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Daniel’s eyebrows went up, and he thought he should leave, but he was rooted in place.

Suddenly, the sound of metal crashing against each other made him flinch. “What the –”

“You’re being a drama queen, mother. This house will go to me anyway. I can’t believe you’re giving me this attitude when I came to help you move!”

“Leave now if that’s how you’re going to act!” Mrs. Carrino stated, which made Arnold stomp to his car and drive off in a huff. They were so engrossed in their fight that they didn’t even notice Daniel standing there with his bike.

Finally, the older woman saw him. “Oh, boy. What are you doing here? Do I know you?” she asked.

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“I live two houses down the street. I’m Daniel, Caroline’s son,” he stated, pointing back to his house. “I’m sorry, but I was biking around and heard the yelling. I got worried. Are you alright, Mrs. Carrino?”

“Oh, I recognize you now, and it’s so nice that you know my name. Don’t worry about that. It was just my son being a brat,” she explained.

“Why?”

“Well… I’m moving to a nursing home, and I asked him to come and help me. But he only came here to ask if I could give him the house. He said he was going to move in here. But I know he’s just going to sell it because he doesn’t value investment like I do. I worked hard to earn this place, and as long as I’m alive, I’m not selling it,” Mrs. Carrino revealed. “But then he made a scene after I asked him to water my plants. And I believe you saw the rest of the fight.”

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“I can do that,” Daniel said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Do what?”

“Water your plants.”

“I can’t pay you, dear,” Mrs. Carrino said, her eyes apologetic.

“I know. But I live so close. It’s not a problem,” Daniel insisted, and the older woman smiled brightly at him.

A few days later, Mrs. Carrino moved to a nearby nursing home in Florida, and Daniel kept his promise. He visited her home almost every day to water her plants and was happy to do so. Soon enough, he started to love gardening and would visit Mrs. Carrino to ask about adding some new plants.

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“Of course! And make sure to watch out for the soil,” she said, winking at him, although Daniel had no idea why she was acting cheeky.

Daniel began buying and adding new plants to the garden, thinking it would be great to start a gardening company in the future so his family wouldn’t have to struggle so much. His mother worked two jobs on the weekdays and one on weekends to keep him and his siblings fed and to pay rent. But it was not enough.

He only had a bike because he had found an old one and had taken side gigs to repair it. But gardening gave him an escape from all those money worries, and he felt terrific after planting something new and seeing how it started to grow. He never expected what he would find in the garden one day.

He had gotten some azaleas, which he read thrived in the Florida weather, and had started digging with a tiny shovel on a specific spot of the grass. Suddenly, the sound of metal crashing against each other made him flinch. “What the –”

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Dropping the shovel, he used his hands to unearth a mason jar with a metal top and found a note inside.

“Dear Daniel! Thank you for your help, this house is now yours! Go inside and find all the paperwork. You and your family can move in whenever you want!”

Daniel couldn’t believe his eyes, but he rushed inside, using the key Mrs. Carrino left him. On the kitchen counter, he saw the title to the house. Although he couldn’t understand what most of it said, he saw his name at the bottom.

Still in shock, he called Mrs. Carrino, who confirmed everything. “You’re going to need to sign it to complete the transfer. But I wanted you to find the note first!” Mrs. Carrino said.

His mother couldn’t believe it. They could move into the house and stop paying rent. There was no mortgage either, which would help his family immensely. They were so grateful for the older woman’s gift that his mother and other siblings started visiting her often, thinking of her as a grandmother.

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But during their move, Daniel discovered something even more curious. In Mrs. Carrino’s old room, there was another note. It was the same as the one he had found, but instead, it said “Arnold.” The older woman was actually planning to give her son the house if he helped her with her plants. But she changed her mind, and Daniel received a huge present just for being kind.

It was a lesson he would never forget.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Aspire to be someone like Daniel, not Arnold. Arnold pretended to want to help his mother, but he only wanted her house. Meanwhile, Daniel did it out of the goodness of his heart.
  • You should never feel entitled to an inheritance. While most parents like giving their children the results of their hard work, children should never feel entitled to it. Arnold assumed he was getting his mother’s house but he was wrong.

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I Saw My Child-Free Ex-husband Buying a Cart Full of Toys – When I Found Out Who They Were For, I Broke Down in Tears

I sat in my car for a moment, letting the memories wash over me. My name is Giselle, and my life has taken turns that I never saw coming.

Tanner and I met in college, and our connection was immediate and undeniable.

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A young loving couple | Source: Midjourney

We got married young, filled with dreams of a future that seemed to stretch endlessly before us. But life has a way of twisting those dreams, and ours was shattered over a fundamental disagreement: children.

I had always wanted to be a mom. Tanner, on the contrary, was adamant about not having kids. Our arguments became more frequent, and our love strained under the weight of unmet expectations.

One night, it all came to a head. “Tanner, I can’t keep pretending this doesn’t matter to me,” I said, tears streaming down my face. “I want children. I need to be a mother.”

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A woman cries during an argument with her husband | Source: Midjourney

Tanner’s face was a mask of frustration and pain. “Giselle, I told you from the beginning that I didn’t want kids. I can’t change who I am.”

“But we’ve built a life together,” I pleaded. “We can find a way to make it work.”

He shook his head, his voice breaking. “It’s not just about finding a way. It’s about fundamentally wanting different things. I don’t want to bring a child into this world when I know I can’t give them the love and attention they deserve.”

The silence that followed was deafening. We both knew what had to happen.

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A couple sitting apart after an argument | Source: Midjourney

Eventually, we divorced. The pain was excruciating, but I believed it was the only way for both of us to find the happiness we deserved.

Several years went by. I rebuilt my life, found a good job, and surrounded myself with friends who became like family. But there was always an ache in my heart, a reminder of the life I once imagined.

Tanner and I kept in touch sporadically, mostly through brief text messages. We lived in the same town, but our paths rarely crossed, until a few days ago.

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A woman lost in her thoughts while holding a cell phone | Source: Midjourney

I was at the local store, mindlessly wandering the aisles, when I saw him. Tanner was standing at the checkout, his cart overflowing with kids’ toys.

My heart stopped. I felt a rush of emotions: confusion, anger, and a deep, aching sadness. Why would he be buying toys? The man who didn’t want children was now a father? It felt like a cruel twist of fate.

Unable to quell my curiosity, I followed him. He loaded the toys into his car, and I trailed behind, feeling like a detective in one of those crime dramas.

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A shopping cart filled with kids’ toys | Source: Midjourney

Instead of heading to a family home, he drove to a storage unit. I watched as he unloaded the toys, spending a long time inside. My mind raced with possibilities. Was he hiding a family? Keeping a secret from everyone?

When he finally left, I continued to follow him, my heart pounding in my chest. Tanner drove to the house we used to live in, the one we filled with dreams of a future together. There were no signs of a new partner or children.

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A woman sitting in a car looking at something | Source: Midjourney

It looked exactly as I remembered, almost frozen in time. I felt a wave of exhaustion and embarrassment, but I couldn’t turn back now.

I took a deep breath and got out of the car, walking up to the door. My hand shook as I knocked. Tanner opened the door, his expression shifting from surprise to confusion.

“Giselle? What are you doing here?”

I hesitated, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I saw you at the store with all those toys. I thought… I thought you had a new family.”

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A man in a store standing with a cart full of kids’ toys | Source: Midjourney

Tanner sighed, stepping aside to let me in. “It’s not what you think. Let me explain.”

The house was eerily familiar, every corner filled with memories. We sat down in the living room, the silence heavy between us. Finally, Tanner spoke.

“I know this must be confusing for you, Giselle. But it’s not what it looks like.” He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with sincerity. “I’ll tell you everything.”

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A man talking to a woman while sitting in a living room | Source: Midjourney

I sat in stunned silence as Tanner began his story, and his voice was soft but full of emotion.

“Every Christmas, I dress up in a Santa outfit and go around to unfortunate neighborhoods, giving out presents to poor kids,” he said, his eyes misty with memories.

“Why?” I asked, still grappling with the shock of what he was telling me.

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A woman looks shocked while talking to a man | Source: Midjourney

He took a deep breath, his gaze distant as if he were looking back through the years.

“When I was a child, my family was really poor. One Christmas, a stranger dressed as Santa showed up at our door with gifts. It was the highlight of my childhood. That moment, that kindness… it stuck with me. Ever since then, I’ve made it my mission to do the same for others.”

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A little boy receives a present from Santa Claus on Christmas | Source: Pexels

I was speechless, the weight of my misconceptions pressing down on me. All this time, I had misunderstood his intentions and motives. He wasn’t buying toys for a new family; he was giving back to the community in the most selfless way possible.

“When I got my first job,” Tanner continued, “I decided that I would set aside part of my salary every month to buy toys and presents. I wanted to be ready for December, to make sure that no child in my old neighborhood had to feel the way I did back then.”

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Assorted plush toys displayed in a shop | Source: Pexels

I could see the passion and dedication in his eyes, the way they sparkled when he talked about those kids. It was a side of him I had never seen before, and it made me realize how much I had misunderstood him.

“I just… I don’t know what to say,” I stammered, my emotions a tangled mess of admiration, regret, and a deep, aching respect. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Tanner looked down, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t want to make things more complicated than they already were. And honestly, I wasn’t sure you’d understand.”

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A thoughtful man sitting in the living room | Source: Midjourney

His words stung, but I knew there was some truth in them. Our breakup had been messy, and I had been so focused on my own pain that I hadn’t considered his perspective.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, tears welling up in my eyes. “I was so angry and hurt when I saw you with those toys. I thought you had moved on and started a new family. I never imagined…”

He reached out and took my hand, his grip warm and reassuring. “You don’t need to apologize, Giselle. We both made mistakes. But I’m glad you know the truth now.”

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Two people holding hands for support | Source: Freepik

We sat in silence for a moment, the weight of our shared past hanging in the air. Finally, Tanner stood up. “Come with me,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips. “I want to show you something.”

I followed him to the storage unit, my heart pounding with curiosity and anticipation. He unlocked the door and flicked on the light, revealing rows upon rows of neatly stacked boxes, each one filled with toys and gifts.

“This is incredible,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “You’ve done all this by yourself?”

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A storage unit containing gift boxes | Source: Midjourney

Tanner nodded. “It’s taken years to build up, but it’s worth it. Seeing the smiles on those kids’ faces… It’s the best feeling in the world.”

As I looked around the storage unit, I felt a deep sense of admiration for Tanner. Our painful past had led to something beautiful and meaningful. I realized that sometimes people have reasons for their actions that we can’t see on the surface.

“Do you need any help?” I asked, surprising even myself with the question.

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A couple standing in a storage unit and talking | Source: Midjourney

Tanner looked at me, his eyes wide with surprise and gratitude. “Really? You’d want to help?”

I nodded, a smile spreading across my face. “Yeah. I think it’s time I started giving back too.”

Over the next few weeks, Tanner and I spent hours together, preparing for Christmas. We sorted toys, wrapped presents, and made plans for the big day. It was hard work, but it was also incredibly rewarding. And as we worked side by side, we began to heal the wounds of our past.

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A stack of wrapped Christmas presents | Source: Pexels

On Christmas Eve, we dressed up as Santa and his helper, loading up his car with gifts. As we drove to the first neighborhood, my heart raced with excitement and a little bit of nervousness. When we arrived, children gathered around us, their eyes wide with wonder and joy.

“Ho, ho, ho!” Tanner bellowed, handing out gifts with a twinkle in his eye. The children’s laughter and smiles were infectious, and I felt a warmth spread through me that I hadn’t felt in years.

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Santa Claus holding a present beside a Christmas tree | Source: Pexels

We spent the night visiting different neighborhoods, bringing joy to dozens of kids. It was a magical experience, and it brought Tanner and me closer than we had been in a long time. By the time we returned to his house, we were exhausted but happy.

“Thank you, Giselle,” Tanner said as we unloaded the car. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

I smiled, feeling a sense of fulfillment I hadn’t felt in years. “No, Tanner. Thank you. For showing me that there’s still good in the world, and for helping me find my way back to it.”

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A woman talking to a man dressed as Santa Claus | Source: Midjourney

As I drove away, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. Our story had taken an unexpected turn, but it brought healing and hope to both of us.

The next morning, Christmas Day, I woke up with a sense of peace. I knew that our story was far from over, but for the first time in a long time, I felt hopeful about the future.

As I sipped my coffee and looked out the window at the snow-covered ground, I smiled, thinking about the children who had woken up to find presents from Santa.

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A woman drinking coffee and looking out the window on Christmas Day | Source: Midjourney

Tanner and I had found a way to turn our pain into something beautiful. And in doing so, we had found a way back to each other, not as husband and wife, but as friends and partners in a mission to bring joy to the world. It was a new beginning, one filled with hope, understanding, and a renewed sense of purpose.

Ready for another heartwarming adventure? We’ve got you covered: Imagine returning home to find your kid sitting out on the street selling stuff from your home. I was stunned to see my cherished items up for sale, too! When I asked my daughter why she had done that, my heart shattered into a million pieces.

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