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Grandmother Volunteers at Summer Camp for a Chance to See Her Grandson — Story of the Day

Yevhenii Boichenko
Jul 02, 2024
04:00 A.M.

Linda's immaculate home reflects her longing for the family connection she lost. When her estranged daughter Caitlyn rebuffs her heartfelt apology, Linda's sorrow deepens. With a friend’s help, she takes a job at her grandson’s summer camp to finally meet him.

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Linda lived alone in a small, cozy house. Every corner of her home was immaculate, with everything neatly in its place. The kitchen, where Linda spent most of her time, always smelled of delicious home-cooked meals.

One sunny afternoon, Linda was busy in the kitchen, preparing her famous apple pie. She carefully measured out the ingredients, mixing them with the precision of a seasoned chef.

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As the pie baked, she sat at the kitchen table, flipping through her old recipe notebook. Each page was filled with notes and adjustments she had made over the years, her personal touch to every recipe.

When the pie was ready, Linda took it out of the oven. The golden crust was perfectly baked, filling the kitchen with a sweet, comforting aroma. She let the pie cool for a moment before packing it into a pretty box.

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Linda took her time, ensuring the pie was perfectly placed. Then, she wrote a note on a small piece of paper with careful, flowing handwriting:

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"I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me someday. Your loving mother, Linda."

She placed the note inside the box and tied it with a delicate ribbon. Stepping back, she admired her work and smiled gently.

It was a smile tinged with hope and sadness. She wanted so much to mend her broken relationship with her daughter, Caitlyn.

Linda walked over to the phone, her heart pounding slightly. She picked it up and dialed Caitlyn's number, saved under the name "Caitlyn."

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Holding the phone to her ear, she listened to the ringing, each tone making her more anxious. Finally, Caitlyn's voice came through, sharp and irritated.

"Hello?"

"Hi, honey. Can I come over today? I really wanted to..." Linda's voice was hopeful, yet tentative.

"How many times have I told you not to call here anymore? Mom, I don’t want to see you and I don’t want you to see my son." Caitlyn's words cut through Linda like a knife.

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"But honey, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, we can't keep fighting forever," Linda pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion.

"I don't need your apologies, Mom. You kicked me out of the house, remember? You kicked an eighteen-year-old girl out onto the streets." Caitlyn's voice was filled with hurt and anger.

"I already said I'm sorry... That was so long ago. Tell me what I can do to make you forgive me?" Linda's eyes filled with tears, her heart aching with regret.

"Nothing! It won’t happen, there’s nothing to talk about. You should have thought about this earlier. Don’t call or come here again!" Caitlyn's voice was final and unforgiving.

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The line went dead, and Linda was left standing there, tears streaming down her face. She gently placed the phone back on the table and sat down, her body shaking with sobs.

The pain of her daughter's rejection was almost too much to bear. She looked at the package on the table, the symbol of her hope for reconciliation, and felt a deep sorrow.

She had hoped that this small gesture, this homemade pie, could begin to bridge the gap between them. But now, it seemed like an impossible dream. Linda walked slowly up the path to her friend Carla’s house, clutching the package with the pie.

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The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden light over the neighborhood. As she reached Carla's door, Linda hesitated for a moment before knocking softly. Almost immediately, the door opened, revealing Carla's kind face. She took one look at Linda and the pie and sighed.

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"She refused again, didn’t she?" Carla asked gently.

Linda nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. "I don’t know what to do, Carla. How can I make her forgive me? I regret being such a fool before, but I can’t change the past. Doesn’t she understand that I just want to see my grandson?"

Carla stepped aside, opening the door wider. "Come in, dear, let’s have some tea. I have news for you."

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Linda entered the cozy living room, taking comfort in its familiar warmth. She placed the pie on the coffee table and sat down, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over her.

Carla bustled into the kitchen and soon returned with a tray holding a teapot and two cups. She poured the tea and handed a cup to Linda, who accepted it gratefully.

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As they sipped their tea, Carla reached out and squeezed Linda’s hand. "I know how much this hurts, Linda. But I think I might have a way to help you."

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Linda looked up, hope flickering in her eyes. "What do you mean?"

Carla took a deep breath. "My son works at a summer camp, and when I visited him recently, I saw your grandson's name on the list of campers."

Linda's heart skipped a beat. "Tommy? He’s in the camp?"

Carla nodded and pulled a piece of paper from her pocket. "Here, take a look. This is the list."

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Linda eagerly scanned the list and quickly found Tommy’s name. Her eyes filled with tears again, but this time they were tears of hope. "Please help me, Carla. I must see my grandson. Can you take me to the camp?"

Carla frowned slightly. "Unfortunately, that's impossible. Only children, parents, and camp staff are allowed."

Linda's face fell, but she quickly regained her resolve. "Then I’ll be a staff member. I can be a cleaner, anything, just to see Tommy."

Carla’s eyes lit up. "That’s an idea. Maybe a cook? The kids would be lucky to eat your food."

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Without hesitation, Carla picked up the phone and called her son, explaining the situation quickly. Linda listened anxiously, holding her breath. Finally, Carla hung up and turned to Linda with a smile.

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"My son agreed to help, but only for one day. You need to leave the camp by evening tomorrow, so there are no problems with an unauthorized worker."

Linda’s eyes shone with gratitude. "Thank you, Carla. One day. Got it."

By evening, Linda was at camp. The air was filled with the sounds of children playing and birds chirping. She felt a mix of nervousness and excitement as she received a uniform and instructions for the next day's work.

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The next morning, Linda woke up early, her heart pounding with anticipation. She put on the crisp white uniform she had been given the night before, adjusting the apron strings with trembling hands.

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Stepping into the camp kitchen, she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. The kitchen was already buzzing with activity, and the delicious smell of breakfast filled the air.

Linda took a deep breath and joined the other cooks. She meticulously prepared each dish, making sure everything was perfect.

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She made fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, golden pancakes, and fresh fruit salads. Every detail was attended to with love and care, as if she were cooking for her own family.

Her colleagues soon noticed her dedication. "Wow, Linda, these pancakes are amazing!" one of the cooks said, taking a bite. "I can see why Carla recommended you."

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Linda smiled, feeling a small sense of pride. "Thank you. I just want the kids to enjoy their meals."

As the morning went on, Linda found herself cooking more than necessary, her mind constantly drifting to thoughts of Tommy.

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She imagined him enjoying the food, smiling, and laughing with his friends. The anticipation of seeing him kept her going, even when her arms grew tired from all the stirring and flipping.

Suddenly, through the hustle and bustle of the kitchen, Linda caught sight of a familiar figure entering the dining hall. Her heart skipped a beat. It was Caitlyn, holding Tommy’s hand.

Panic surged through her, and she quickly turned away, hiding her face behind a large stack of plates. She couldn’t risk Caitlyn seeing her and causing a scene.

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Linda moved deeper into the kitchen, staying out of sight. She peeked through a small window that looked out into the dining hall. Her eyes immediately found Tommy.

He was sitting at a table with Caitlyn, his eyes wide with excitement as he looked at the food in front of him. Tommy picked up a fork and eagerly started eating. His face lit up with joy as he took his first bite.

Linda’s heart swelled with emotion as she watched him. Tears filled her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away.

She longed to go out there, to talk to him, to ask him about his favorite school subjects and his hobbies. But she knew she couldn’t. Not yet.

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From her hidden spot, she watched Tommy eat with enthusiasm. He smiled and laughed, clearly enjoying the meal.

Linda felt a warm sense of satisfaction. Even if she couldn’t talk to him, knowing that he liked the food she had prepared made her feel connected to him in some small way.

After a long, exhausting day in the camp's kitchen, Linda decided to take a walk in the woods nearby. The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the trees, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves.

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Linda loved the peace and quiet of the woods. It gave her time to think and reflect. Yet, today, her heart was heavy with sadness.

She had seen Tommy, but she hadn't been able to talk to him, to hug him, or to tell him how much she loved him. Caitlyn’s presence at the camp made it impossible.

As Linda walked deeper into the woods, she suddenly heard a child's cry mixed with laughter. She paused, listening closely.

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The sound of boys teasing and laughing reached her ears, followed by a desperate plea, “Stop it! Give it back!” Recognizing Tommy's voice, Linda's heart leaped into her throat. She hurried towards the noise, her pulse quickening with each step.

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Breaking through a clearing, Linda saw a group of boys tossing a lunchbox back and forth, taunting Tommy, who was trying in vain to catch it. “Please, stop! That’s my lunch!” Tommy’s voice choked with tears.

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The boys ignored him, laughing cruelly as they kept the lunchbox out of his reach. With one final toss, the lunchbox flew high and fell to the ground, spilling its contents everywhere.

Tommy ran to the lunchbox, his face red with frustration and tears streaming down his cheeks. The boys continued to mock him, pointing and laughing at his distress.

Without thinking, Linda rushed forward. “Hey! Stop that right now!” she shouted, her voice full of authority and anger.

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The boys froze, surprised by the sudden appearance of an adult. “How dare you treat him like this? Go away before I report you to the camp counselors!”

Frightened and ashamed, the boys scattered, leaving Tommy alone with the ruined lunchbox. Linda knelt down beside him, gently helping him pick up the pieces of his lunch. Tommy was still crying, his small body shaking with sobs.

“It’s okay, Tommy,” Linda said softly, wrapping her arms around him. “I’m here now.”

Tommy looked up at her, his eyes filled with tears. “They ruined it. I wanted to save the pie for later, and now it’s all gone.”

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Linda smiled gently, wiping away his tears with her thumb. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I promise I’ll bake you another pie, just for you. A whole one.”

Tommy’s face brightened a little, a small smile forming on his lips. “Really?”

“Really,” Linda assured, giving him a hug. But before she could say more, she heard footsteps approaching. Looking up, she saw Caitlyn storming towards them, her face a mask of anger.

“Mom! What are you doing here?” Caitlyn demanded, pulling Tommy away from Linda. “I told you to stay away from him!”

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Linda stood up slowly, her heart aching. “Caitlyn, please. I just want to make things right. I was only trying to help.”

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Caitlyn’s eyes flashed with anger. “Help? You’ve done enough, Mom. You can’t just waltz back into our lives and expect everything to be okay.”

“But she saved me, Mom!” Tommy interrupted, stepping between them. “Those boys were being mean, and she helped me. And she promised to bake me a new pie!”

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Caitlyn looked at Tommy, then back at Linda. She could see the sincerity in her mother’s eyes, the genuine desire to make amends. Her anger softened slightly, and she sighed. “Fine. You can see him. But don’t think this changes anything.”

Linda’s eyes filled with tears of gratitude. “Thank you, Caitlyn. Thank you so much.”

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As they walked back to the campsite together, Linda felt a glimmer of hope. It was a small step, but it was a step forward.

She knew it would take time to heal the wounds of the past, but for now, she was grateful for this moment with her grandson and the chance to be a part of his life once more.

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