As Laura mourned her mother, each keepsake told a story of resilience and love—but a mysterious letter, accusing her mom of theft, shattered the solace of her grief. What secrets lay hidden in her family’s fortune, and how far would Laura go to uncover the truth?
I sat cross-legged on the carpet of my mom’s room, surrounded by pieces of her life.
Her favorite sweater lay in my lap, and I held it close, inhaling the faint lavender scent that still clung to it.
The familiar smell brought a fresh wave of tears to my eyes.
Nearby, her infamous sweatpants, patched and re-patched a hundred times, lay folded.
They looked more like a work of art than an article of clothing. I let out a soft laugh through my tears, shaking my head.
Neil appeared in the doorway, his footsteps careful, as though he didn’t want to disturb my fragile state.
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“Laura, love,” he said softly, crouching beside me. His hand rested gently on my shoulder.
“You don’t have to do this alone. We’ll get through it together.”
I nodded, swiping at my damp cheeks with my sleeve.
“It’s just… it feels like every little thing brings her back. Even these sweatpants.” I gestured toward the well-worn fabric.
“She could’ve bought a hundred new pairs, but she refused to give these up.”
Neil picked them up, turning them over in his hands, the patches catching his attention.
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“Honestly, these belong in some kind of hall of fame for persistence. Your mom had money. Why would she keep these?”
A faint smile touched my lips.
“Because we weren’t always rich. My childhood was… tough. Mom worked nonstop—cleaner, caregiver, you name it. She made sacrifices just so I could have the basics. Then, out of nowhere, this huge inheritance changed everything.”
Neil’s eyebrows lifted. “She never told you where it came from?”
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I shook my head.
“No. I asked her so many times, but she’d just get quiet or brush it off. After the money came, we didn’t have to struggle anymore, but Mom stayed the same. She taught me to respect every penny. She knew what it felt like to have nothing.”
Neil wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into a comforting side hug.
“You’re going to make her proud, Laura. You’ve got her strength. You’ll honor her in everything you do.”
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I leaned into him, letting his warmth steady me. “I hope so, Neil. I really hope so.”
Neil was in the basement sorting through dusty boxes when the sharp chime of the doorbell rang out.
Wiping my hands on my jeans, I opened the door to find a mail carrier standing there with a single envelope in his hand.
It was addressed to my mom, in handwriting that was jagged and bold.
“She passed away,” I said softly, my voice catching.
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The mail carrier’s face softened. “Sorry for your loss,” he replied before walking away.
I closed the door, staring at the envelope in my hand. Something about it felt… strange. The paper was slightly crumpled, the ink dark and hurried.
My curiosity got the better of me, and I slid a finger under the flap, tearing it open.
My breath hitched as I read the words inside, written in sharp, black ink:
“You’re a thief. Return what you stole if you have any conscience left.”
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“What the hell?” I whispered, my heart pounding. The letter trembled in my hands as a chill ran through me. My mom—a thief? No, that wasn’t possible.
“Laura?” Neil’s voice called out as he ascended the basement stairs. He stepped into the room, dust on his shirt and a curious look on his face.
“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Without a word, I handed him the letter, my hands still shaking. He read it, his brows furrowing in confusion.
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“A thief?” Neil said slowly, looking up at me. “Your mom?”
“No,” I said firmly, shaking my head.
“She wasn’t a thief, Neil. She was kind, honest, and hardworking. This… this has to be some kind of mistake.”
Neil didn’t respond right away. He studied the letter again, his face thoughtful.
“Laura,” he began carefully, “you told me your mom never wanted to talk about where the money came from. What if—what if there’s some truth to this?”
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I glared at him, crossing my arms defensively. “Are you seriously suggesting my mom stole that inheritance?”
Neil held up his hands in surrender.
“I’m not accusing her, okay? But this letter—look, it mentions an address. Maybe we should go and figure out what this is all about.”
I hesitated, glancing back at the letter. As much as I hated the idea, Neil had a point. “Fine,” I said quietly. “But only because I need to prove this letter wrong.”
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The house loomed large as we approached, its towering structure casting shadows over the untamed garden. Though once magnificent, the cracked facade and overgrown hedges hinted at years of neglect.
The door creaked open to reveal a woman who looked as though she had stepped out of a fashion magazine.
Her hair was glossy, her clothes perfectly tailored, and her jewelry glittered in the fading sunlight.
The sharp contrast between her polished appearance and the house’s state of decay was unsettling.
“Can I help you?” she asked, her tone crisp and unwelcoming.
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“Irene?” I ventured, my voice wavering. She nodded, her expression unreadable. “I’m Laura,” I continued hesitantly.
“My mother… she’s the one you accused in your letter.”
Irene’s eyes narrowed as she studied me. For a moment, I thought she might shut the door in our faces, but then she stepped aside, waving us in with a flick of her manicured hand.
“Come in,” she said curtly.
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The study she led us to was a glimpse into another time. Leather chairs, an antique desk, and shelves lined with dusty, leather-bound books exuded a quiet elegance.
Irene sat down, crossing her legs with precision, and gestured for us to do the same.
“My father, Charles, was a wealthy man,” she began, her voice steady but cold.
“In his later years, he became frail and forgetful. That’s when your mother came into our lives. She was hired as his caregiver, and at first, we thought she was wonderful—kind, patient, hardworking. But we were wrong.”
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My stomach tightened. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“She manipulated him,” Irene said bluntly.
“In his final months, when his mind was failing, she made him believe she was his daughter. She had him rewrite his will, cutting our family out of half his fortune.”
“That’s impossible!” I exclaimed, my hands trembling. “My mother wouldn’t—she couldn’t!”
Irene’s face remained impassive.
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“When he passed, she vanished with the money. And now, ten years later, we’re left to pick up the pieces. We’ve sold nearly everything to stay afloat.”
Neil squeezed my shoulder. “Laura,” he said gently, “this sounds serious. Maybe we should—”
“No!” I interrupted, tears streaming down my face. “She wouldn’t do that! My mother was the most honest person I’ve ever known.”
But even as I defended her, doubts crept into my mind. Images from my childhood flickered: my mother’s nervous smiles when I asked about the inheritance, her refusal to explain its origins.
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My thoughts spun faster, and then something else clicked—Neil.
The way he had confidently navigated the sprawling house, the way he’d casually called a cleaner by her name without an introduction.
When Irene excused herself to take a phone call, I turned to Neil, narrowing my eyes. “You’ve been here before, haven’t you?”
Neil stiffened, avoiding my gaze. “You’re imagining things,” he said, his voice a little too calm.
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“It’s been a rough week, Laura. Don’t let your mind play tricks on you.”
But I couldn’t shake the feeling. Something wasn’t right. “Fine,” I said finally, my voice cracking.
“If my mother really did this… I’ll return the money. I don’t want to live with stolen money. I need to do what’s right.”
Neil nodded, but his reaction felt… off. As Irene returned to the room, I steeled myself for what lay ahead, determined to uncover the truth—whatever it might be.
Back at my mom’s house the air felt eerily quiet as I dug through her safe, determined to find answers.
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Papers were stacked haphazardly, some yellowed with age, others crisp and untouched.
As I rifled through them, my fingers brushed against a small bundle of letters tied together with a faded ribbon.
Most of them were unopened, but one stood out—its envelope worn, its seal broken.
I pulled it out and unfolded the brittle paper, my heart pounding as I read the words scrawled in shaky handwriting:
“Dear Eleanor, I regret every day abandoning you as a child. Please let me make it up to you. I’ve written my will and included you, as you deserve. Please find a place in your heart to forgive me.
Charles”
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The words blurred as tears filled my eyes. My mother hadn’t stolen anything.
Charles, her employer, wasn’t just a kind old man—he was her father, my grandfather.
The inheritance was hers by right, a piece of justice for the years of pain he’d caused her.
A sharp knock at the door jolted me from my thoughts. Clutching the letter, I hurried to the living room.
Standing in the doorway was Irene, dressed in a sleek designer suit, her confidence practically radiating. Neil stood close to her, whispering something that made her smile.
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“What’s going on here?” I demanded, my voice cutting through the tense silence.
Neil spun around, his face pale. “Laura! You’re just in time,” he said, his tone overly cheerful. “Let’s get these documents signed.”
Irene stepped forward, her smile still plastered on. “Yes, let’s not drag this out.”
Neil laid the papers on the table and slid them toward me, but something inside me snapped.
Without hesitation, I grabbed the papers and tore them in half. “I know the truth,” I said, holding up the letter.
Irene’s smile faltered. “What truth?” she asked, her voice icy.
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“Charles was my grandfather,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside me.
“He gave my mother the money because he owed her. She didn’t steal anything.”
Neil’s face twisted in panic. “Laura, don’t be ridiculous—”
“Stop lying!” I shouted. “I saw you whispering to Irene. You’ve been working together, haven’t you?”
Irene turned on Neil, her composure slipping. “You said she’d sign! You promised! God, I can’t believe I wasted my time with you.”
Neil stammered, but I cut him off. “Get out. Both of you.”
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Neil dropped to his knees, pleading. “Laura, please. I made a mistake, but I love you.”
“Love doesn’t look like betrayal,” I said coldly, stepping back. “Goodbye, Neil.”
As they left, I held the letter close to my chest. My mother’s story wasn’t perfect, but it was hers, and it was honest. I wouldn’t let anyone tarnish her memory.
She had fought for what was right, and now, so would I.
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How Beauty Standards of the Miss World Pageant Have Changed
On March 9, 2024, the Miss World 2023 pageant was held to choose a beauty queen once again. The crown went to Krystyna Pyszková of the Czech Republic. To honor this event, we decided to take a look at the history of the contest and find out how the jury’s approach to assessing women’s beauty has changed over the decades.
1950s: it all started with a scandal.
Kiki Håkansson (Sweden), Miss World 1951
In 1951, as part of the Festival of Britain, the Festival Bikini Contest was held, which journalists later named Miss World. This event became a scandal because in those days a bikini was considered indecent.
Swedish beauty Kikki Håkansson became the winner of this first pageant. And to this day, she remains the only winner to have received her crown while wearing a bikini. Later, the finalists would wear a one-piece swimsuit or evening gown to the awards ceremony.
Denise Perrier (France), Miss World 1953, and Marita Lindahl (Finland), Miss World 1957
Despite the 1951 bikini scandal, the contest founder Eric Morley was pleased with the public attention and decided to hold the pageant annually. His requirements for potential participants were as follows: single women without children aged 17 to 27.
Corine Rottschäfer (Netherlands), Miss World 1959
In 1959, a major British television channel agreed to broadcast the pageant, thus making it even more popular. Corine Rottschäfer found herself in a delicate situation before the awarding ceremony when she discovered that her evening gown had holes in it. Another contestant lent Corine the dress and eventually finished third, while Corine became the winner.
1960s: Miss World is gaining momentum.
Katharina Lodders (Netherlands), Miss World 1962
In the 1960s, the Miss World pageant became one of the most watched television shows. The cash prize for the winner was increased from £500 to £2,500. In 1961, the requirements for contestants were also changed: the upper age limit was now 25 years old.
Katharina Lodders, who was crowned in 1962, addressed these criteria in her own way. On collecting the award, she said out loud, «I don’t think I’m the most beautiful girl in the world — I am the most beautiful girl here.»
Ann Sidney (Great Britain), Miss World 1964
In 1964, the winner was Ann Sidney, who later made a career in the movie industry. By the way, Morley introduced a new rule that same year: he forbade the mothers of contestants to accompany their daughters. The reason why was because the mother of one of the girls caused a lot of inconvenience to the organizers, getting involved in their work.
Reita Faria (India), Miss World 1966
In the late 1960s, the contest became even bigger. In 1966, Morley sent invitations to more than 70 countries, 66 of which were happy to respond. And in 1968, for the first time in the history of the event, a married girl was allowed to participate. In the 1970s, however, a strict criterion for the marital status of contestants was reintroduced: single only, period.
1970s: feminists change the essence of the pageant.
Jennifer Hosten (Grenada), Miss World 1970
The beginning of the decade was marked by a new scandal. In 1970, a week before the pageant, British feminists claimed that Miss World objectified women and threatened to interrupt the show. And they did it. When the event was in full swing, some female guests rose from their seats and began to blow whistles, jingle rattles and shout slogans. Later, the movie Misbehaviour starring Keira Knightley was based on these events.
In 1970, Jennifer Hosten won the crown. She became the first black woman to win it.
Marie Stävin (Sweden), Miss World 1977, and Silvana Suárez (Argentina), Miss World 1978
The conflict with feminists forced the organizers to think about the message the pageant was sending to the world. And in 1972, Eric Morley and his wife announced that the event would now be held under the slogan «Beauty With a Purpose.» The contestants were also required to present their charity projects to the jury.
1980s: «Beauty With a Purpose»
Mariasela Álvarez (Dominican Republic), Miss World 1982
In the 1980s, the slogan «Beauty With a Purpose» got another meaning: new tests of intelligence and personality were added to the contest program. In the eyes of the judges, the contestants’ personal qualities became as important as their looks.
Giselle Laronde (Trinidad and Tobago), Miss World 1986
In the second half of the decade, the contest became criticized again. The public in different countries didn’t like the fact that girls were judged only by representatives of Western countries. And in 1986, Morley decided to hold the preliminaries of the contest in Macau and give the Eastern judges the opportunity to select the contestants. The winner that year was Giselle Laronde from Trinidad and Tobago. This was the first time a representative of this country won the crown.
Ulla Weigerstorfer (Austria), Miss World 1987
And in 1987, the organizers ignored their own rule that allowed to participate girls aged only 17 to 25 and let a 26-year-old beauty to compete for the crown. Later, the upper age limit would be made 27 again.
1990s: crisis
Aishwarya Rai (India), Miss World 1994
In the early 1990s, the popularity of the contest began to decline, and major TV channels stopped broadcasting it. But Morley wasn’t going to give up and managed to find ways to organize the contest at a lower cost.
Yukta Mookhey (India), Miss World 1999
In the second half of the decade, the organizers decided to gather a jury of representatives of different professions from all over the world in order to increase the interest of the audience. So, now beauties were judged by actors and actresses, athletes, magazine editors, and top models from different countries.
2000s: a woman takes the reins.
Agbani Darego (Nigeria), Miss World 2001
In 2000, Eric Morley passed away, so his wife Julia took on her husband’s work and decided to make some adjustments. For example, she called the pageant «stupid and horrible» and promised to make it «more positive» for women. She condemned the part of the show where girls had to first parade around in swimsuits and then give interviews about their life ambitions. «Not because I thought there was something wrong, horrible, and unnatural about swimsuits, but I thought you generally don’t feel comfortable if someone is interviewing you in a tux, and you are in a bathing suit,» Julia said.
Rosanna Davison (Ireland), Miss World 2003, and Kaiane Aldorino (Gibraltar), Miss World 2009
In 2004, Julia Morley surpassed her spouse by managing to gather a then record number of participating countries — 107 girls took part in the competition.
2010s: no swimsuits
Megan Young (Philippines), Miss World 2013
In 2013, the contestants traveled to Bali. It was the first time the event was held in Southeast Asia. Also, for the first time in the history of the contest, a girl from the Philippines, Megan Young, won the crown.
Manushi Chhillar (India), Miss World 2017
Julia Morley, who had previously voiced her discontent with overly revealing costumes of contestants,
decided to remove the swimsuit competition from the pageant in 2015. She said, «We are really not looking at her bottom. We are really listening to her speak.»
2020s: what’s next?
Karolina Bielawska (Poland), Miss World 2021
The first event of the new decade wasn’t really big. In 2022, the number of countries participating in the contest was the smallest since 2003 — only 97. The winner was Karolina Bielawska from Poland. Next time, the Miss World jury gathered in 2024 and crowned Krystyna Pyszková from the Czech Republic.
Krystyna Pyszková (Czech Republic), Miss World 2023
Since modern trends criticize various beauty standards, there is a possibility that the Miss World organizers will choose to stop using any selection criteria for future contestants, following the example of Miss Universe. In 2023, the latter removed the upper age limit for contestants. And since Julia Morley suggests that it is personality that should be evaluated, we are sure that changes in the contest are not long to wait.
Speaking about Miss Universe. Here’s what 16 Miss Universe winners look like now.
Preview photo credit Harry Pot / Nationaal Archief / Wikimedia Commons, CC BY-SA 3.0 NL DEED, Historia de la belleza / Wikimedia Commons, EAST NEWS, Rajanish Kakade / Associated Press / East News
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