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Single Dad Helps Older Woman Mow Her Lawn, Soon Gets a Call from Her Lawyer — Story of the Day
Jake Reynolds wiped the sweat from his brow as he pushed the heavy mower across the unkempt lawn. The midday sun beat down on him, but he didn’t mind. He glanced up at the old Victorian house, where Mrs. Henderson, the elderly widow next door, sat on her porch watching him with a grateful smile.
“Jake, dear, you don’t have to do all this,” she called out, her voice warm but frail.
He shook his head and grinned. “It’s no problem, Mrs. H. You shouldn’t be out here struggling with this yourself.”
Jake, a single father to his six-year-old son, Tommy, had been doing small favors for Mrs. Henderson ever since he moved in two years ago. She had no family left, and he knew what loneliness looked like. He figured if he could make her life a little easier, he would.
That afternoon, after he finished, Mrs. Henderson insisted on giving him cookies and lemonade, telling him stories of her late husband and the life they built in that very home. It became a routine—Jake helped her with chores, and she showered him with kindness, always slipping a few extra cookies into Tommy’s hands.
Then, one morning, everything changed.
Jake got a call from an unknown number.
“Mr. Reynolds?” a professional-sounding man asked. “This is Robert Sinclair, Mrs. Henderson’s lawyer. I need to discuss something urgent with you.”
A chill ran down Jake’s spine. “Is Mrs. Henderson okay?”
There was a brief silence. Then, the lawyer sighed. “I’m sorry, but she passed away in her sleep last night.”
Jake’s breath caught. His chest tightened. Just yesterday, she had been laughing with Tommy about how she used to bake cookies for her own children.
“I… I didn’t know,” Jake murmured, heartbroken.
“I understand. But there’s something else,” the lawyer continued. “Mrs. Henderson left a will, and you should come to my office.”
Confused, Jake went, not knowing what to expect. When he arrived, the lawyer handed him a sealed letter in Mrs. Henderson’s handwriting.
Dear Jake,
If you’re reading this, it means I’ve left this world. But I wanted to make sure you knew how much you and Tommy have meant to me.
I have no family left, but in you, I found the kindness and warmth I once had. That’s why I’ve decided to leave my house to you. It’s yours now, Jake. A home for you and Tommy.
Thank you for being the son I never had.
With love,
Margaret Henderson
Jake’s hands trembled as he read.
“She left… the house to me?” he whispered.
The lawyer nodded. “It was her wish.”
Overwhelmed with emotion, Jake realized that a simple act of kindness had led to something he never expected—a home, security for his son, and the love of an elderly woman who had, in the end, become family.
And as he walked back to the house that was now his, he knew he would cherish it forever.
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