Girl sends letters to deceased mother with a request to take them away from her aunt, gets an answer in the mailbox: the story of the day (2023)

An orphaned little girl turns to her late mother for help, as every glimmer of hope turns to darkness and despair. She writes letters and sends them to her dead mother, begging her to take them away from her evil aunt. One day the answer will come.

One Monday afternoon after school, Vicki was sitting on the bench by the school gate waiting for her mother, Katie, to pick her up. Katie was an interior designer, juggling work and raising an unmarried daughter after her husband died of cancer a few years ago.

"There will be four. Why didn't Mom come?" Vicki tensed as she checked the time on her watch. She felt something was wrong because Katie was never late to pick her up.

It was half past four and the guard wanted to close the gate. Vicki was still sitting there, tears slowly dripping from her eyes, leaving small mud stains on the floor. Suddenly, someone tapped her shoulder from behind. Vicki was startled and by the simple pressure of the touch she realized it wasn't her mother...

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"Vicki Parker?"

"Yes," Vicki was surprised when she turned to see a tall, burly, middle-aged police officer standing behind her.

"I found the girl," he said over the walkie-talkie. "Vicki, please come with me."

"Where? My mother will come and collect..."

Before Vicki could finish speaking, the officer grabbed her bag, helped her to her feet, and said, "Vicki, your mom won't be coming."

"Why doesn't Mom come? Where is she?" Vicky panicked.

The policeman didn't know how to respond to Vicki. He knew it would break her heart, but he had no choice but to tell her that her mother had an accident and died on her way to school.

“You always told me stories of miracles. Why won't a miracle help me, Mom?"

"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? what happened to my mother Please take me to her... Please... I want to see her," Vicki screamed.

"I'm sorry, Vicky. Please stay strong.

"Where to go?"

"To the police station... there's someone waiting for you."

The policeman took Vicki to the train station where her aunt Carla was waiting for her. Vicki had no idea how her life was about to turn into a nightmare.

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"Vicki dear…I'm so sorry this happened to you," Carla rushed in, wrapping her arms around Vicki. "I'll take you home. Please stay strong."

Vicki was stalked when she saw her aunt whom she disliked. She knew that her mother and Carla never got along and barely kept in touch after their relationship ended over a property dispute.

As Carla Vicki walked home, she remembered the last conversation she had with Katie.

"You stole my house, Katie... I don't understand how our father could do this to me and leave this entire house to you."Carla yelled at her sister.

"Carla, Dad still paid for your university, which you dropped out of in the middle. He couldn't pay for me, so he left me his house. I don't understand why you're so angry. I'm not going to steal anything. I want to sell it." to pay for my studies.said Katia.

"I don't want to argue with you. Paying for my education was my father's decision. But this house is ours. I grew up here. It should belong to both of us and not just one.Carla argued, but was eventually kicked out by Katie. Over time, Carla's resentment against Katie grew.

She took her niece under her wing not because she loved her. It is because Vicki was the sole heir to her late mother's estate. Carla knew the only way to claim everything that belonged to her late sister was to adopt her orphaned daughter. Devastated by the loss of her mother, Vicki left with her aunt, not knowing what to expect.

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"We're running late. Can you make it quick, honey?" Carla told Vicki as she laid the wreath on her mother's grave at the funeral. Carla grabbed Vicki's hand and led her to the car. Her heart was still boiling with anger at her late sister for not wanting to stay there any longer. one minute.

Vicki then arrived at her aunt's grand mansion as she had seen and read about them in books. It looked Gothic for its age, a modern splendor that needed care and maintenance. When Vicki walked into her aunt's house, she didn't feel a warm, homely feeling.

Toys and dolls were strewn across the floor when Anna, her 12-year-old cousin, stopped scribbling in her coloring book and gave Vicki an uncomfortable glare. Carla had lost her husband in a car accident years ago and lived with Anna far from a busy neighborhood at her home.

It was just before dinner and Vicki was hungry. She remembered her dog Roger always sitting next to her, waiting for her to throw a treat every time she ate. She looked for him worriedly, but he wasn't there.

"Where's my dog, Roger? Didn't you bring him home?"

“My daughter is allergic to pets. So I sent Roger to an animal shelter. He must be right there.

Tears welled in Vicki's eyes. She missed Roger, but trusted her aunt when she said he would be fine at the shelter. Then she pulled out the chair to sit down to eat, but Carla suddenly stopped her.

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"What are you doing, child?"

"I will eat."

"Didn't your mother teach you manners? This is my house and I have my own rules. And you have to obey me, dear", said Carla in a stern and angry tone. Vicki didn't understand and stopped.

"What are you waiting for? Bring us the dishes and set the table. I'll give you food and shelter as long as you're grateful to me. I'm your aunt and I deserve respect considering how your mother ruined my life. GO NOW... BRING IT KITCHEN FOOD IS AVAILABLE.”

Vicki's heart skipped a beat. She got scared and ran to the kitchen, with tears in her eyes. No one had been this rude to her before. She set the table with food and then ate in silence.

Later that night, Carla showed Vicki her room - a small, dimly lit warehouse cluttered with old boxes and junk. Her bed was in the corner, with a small table for a bottle of water and a lamp. It wasn't quite as charming as Vicki's beautiful, spacious room in her old home. The coconut mattress itched against her skin. The smell of dust and mildew made her cough.

Vicki made the bed and curled up, but she couldn't sleep. She pressed her face against the windowsill and wept as she remembered her heavenly life with her mother and Roger.

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Until that bright, sunny Sunday morning, Vicki's life was so beautiful. The reflection of the cloudless blue sky shone in her wide brown eyes as her mother braided her hair on the porch.

"Phwwwwht"Vicki's piercing whistle echoed through the morning air as Roger came running in with a Frisbee in his mouth. "Mom, are we going to the zoo today?"

"How about your favorite cookies and whipped cream at Aunt Poppy's afterward?" Her mother laughed.

"Yipeee!!" Vicky shouted.

"Hey, Roger... watch out!" Katie ran off screaming as Vicki doused her mother and dog with water from the garden hose.

Then they drove Roger to the zoo and then to the ice cream parlor and placed bets on who could finish an entire sundae in five minutes. They drove down the sunny road and sang along with ElvisIt's now or neverclassic playback on the car radio.

It was one of the best Sundays Vicki has ever had. If she knew, she would have to wait a long time for another happy weekend in her life.

"Mom, I miss you. Why did you leave me?" Vicki called, returning to the moment. "I want to see you. I know you're in heaven with Dad. Send Roger to me. He's all I've got now. Did he fuck Mom? I don't like Aunt Carla. She makes me cry. She's so rude to me. ."

When Vicki opened her eyes, it was morning. She cried herself to sleep. She gently rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked around. Her mom wasn't there, holding a tray of her favorite chocolates and cookies. It hurt even more at Vicki.

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Over time, she got used to her new life. She washed the dirty dishes and cleaned the dinner table every morning before going to school. Those hours in the classroom were the only peaceful moments Vicki had to herself.

She began to isolate herself from her friends and spend every minute alone. She didn't like it when Carla picked her up from school and missed the nice walks she took with her mother. There were no pleasant weekends again. Saturdays and Sundays became nightmares for Vicki.

Carla and Anna spent Sundays at fancy restaurants and amusement parks. But they never took Vicki away. Instead, she was put in charge of all the household chores.

Carla made a schedule for Vicki's duties on Sunday. Her day would start with washing the dirty dishes and then cleaning up. The smelly rags and leftovers on the plates disgusted Vicki, but she still did everything without being taught how to do it. She had to wash and scrub the floor and then sweep the dry leaves in the garden. It would be late before she could rest.

"Everyone should learn to work hard from an early age!" Carla constantly advised Vicki. But she exempted her own daughter Anna from that wisdom.

Anna did nothing around the house and always needed Vicki's help, even tying her shoelaces or putting her stinking boots in the shoe rack. She was such a lazy girl and would do anything to make life difficult for her cousin.

Vicki had no choice but to obey them. She always came home from school to deal with a new tantrum Anna was having. But she never complained or told her aunt about it. Vicki knew it would be pointless because Carla was always on her daughter's side.

She continued to show her best fight everyday. She put up with her aunt's rigid and cold attitude, but Anna was insufferable and her hatred for Vicki reached new heights every day.

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"These are the dolls my mother got from Paris. What did you do, Anna?" Vicki cried when she saw that Anna had cut the hair of all her beautiful dolls.

"Hold on, little one. Look what I'm doing with that giant teddy bear you have. He's in the basement. Save him if you can," Anna smirked.

Vicki burst into tears and ran to the basement to find her teddy bear. It was the last gift from her late father. But when she got to the basement, Anna locked her. She had lied. There wasn't a teddy bear in the basement, and it was one of her nasty pranks.

"Ana, open the door. Anna please I'm scared. It's dark. Please open the door," Vicki said. But Anna went deaf and turned on the music to muffle Vicki's loud screams.

"ANNA... HERE ARE RATS. PLEASE I'M SCARED. OPEN THE DOOR."

Vicki knocked on the door and cried. Her hands ached, but no one could help her. When Vicki woke up later, she was lying in her bed. Carla found them in the basement after returning from work. But she didn't warn her daughter or show concern for Vicki. She acted like it was normal for a kid to play pranks and lock herself in the basement.

The ongoing friction between Anna and Vicki didn't end there. Another nightmare was on its way to Vicki that day, and it was so terrible that she had no choice but to ask her dead mother for help.

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That night, Anna was already in a bad mood. "Hey, wash my dirty boots. I have to put them on for riding next week."

Vicki was so exhausted and was waiting for lunch. So she refused to do it. Anna, who hated being rejected, was beyond frustrated.

"How dare you say no to me?" she fumed. She remembered how annoyed Vicki had been when she'd cut her doll's hair. Anna then grabbed Vicki's long hair and cut it with scissors.

-Anna, what did you do? Vicki started to cry and ran to her room. Her long hair was her late mother's love. "Silky smooth ocean waves lapping your shoulders!" Katie used to tell Vicki as she messed up her hair. He's gone. Her beautiful hair was cut into a mess.

"Mom, why are Aunt Carla and Anna so cruel to me? What have I done? Please help Mom. I can't live in this house anymore.” Vicki buried her face in the pillow and cried. Then she had a strange idea.

"Why did not I think about it before?" she exclaimed, grabbing a notepad and pen. She began to write a letter to her late mother. "Mom will read this and it will definitely help me." Vicki started pouring her heart out on the paper.

"Dear Mom, I don't like living in this house. Aunt Carla, Anna is terrible. They let me do all the work. My hands hurt Mom. My nails broke. Anna took a pair of scissors and cut my hair. I'm ugly. I want to escape. far away. Roger is at the shelter. I don't know where. Aunt Carla is selling our house. Our beds, table, flowerpots, paintings are gone. She's not nice, Mommy. Take me from her. Please Mommy. Can you send me a letter back? Love, Vicki."

Vicki pocketed the letter addressed"To my dear mama in heaven"in an envelope and couldn't wait to put it in the mailbox on the way to school the next day.

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The next morning, Vicki went to school after work. Carla didn't let go of her as punishment for disobeying Anna. So Vicki had to walk to the school, which was very close. She used this to her best advantage and dropped the letter into the mailbox. Later that afternoon, after school, she ran to the mailbox to see if her letter had been taken.

"My letter is missing! It's on its way to Mom!" she jumped for joy. Days passed, but Vicki still hadn't received a response. She was hurt and disappointed. "It must have gotten lost on its way to heaven. I'll write a new one tonight."

Although she was seven years old, Vicki's circumstances didn't allow her to distinguish between reality and fantasy. She was heartbroken and felt her only hope was to reach her late mother. She wrote another letter to her mother and dropped it in the mailbox the next day. She found that the envelope was missing again, but nothing happened. There was no help or response.

Vicki was distraught but continued to post the letters. Eventually, she lost hope of getting an answer. She stopped believing in miracles, but she never stopped checking her mailbox every day after school. Deep down, her heart told her to wait for an answer.

One day, when Vicki least expected it, she found a letter in the mailbox. It could be for everyone, her mind warned her. But Vicki's heart said otherwise. She took the letter and was surprised to see that it was addressed to her.

"For Little Vicki",She read the words on the envelope as Vicki hurriedly opened it. The words she read were incredible as tears welled up in her anxious eyes.

"Hello, Vicky! Your mom can't text you back. But you can consider me your messenger! And I want you to know that you're not alone. I want to help you. I'll be waiting by your school gate tomorrow. I'm here." wearing a grey-blue dress with a postage tag. See you soon and go ahead, all right!”

"If not my mother, then who is?" Vicki thought with disappointment. She couldn't wait to see her mother's messenger.

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The next day, after school, Vicki stood anxiously at the gate and looked around. Then she noticed a man in a gray and blue suit waving at her.

"Are you the messenger my mother sent?" she asked when Larry, the local postman, smiled at her and nodded.

"Not directly! But I've read all your letters," said Larry, noting the disappointment on Vicki's face.

"Have you not seen my mother?" she was disheartened.

"No, because we can't see them in the sky," added Larry. “We cannot send or receive letters from them. But I'm sure your mother knows everything and worries about you."

Vicki had never felt so depressed before. After a moment of silence, Larry said something that made his teary eyes shine with a glimmer of hope.

“I didn't know your mother nor do I know her. But I'm sure she sent me to help you. Let's go to your aunt's house. She will no longer abuse you. Trust me, Vicki.

Larry's words were like the brightest ray of sunlight breaking through a dark cloud. Vicki walked home with Larry and Carla was shocked to see her and the mailman outside.

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"Why are you so late today? And what is he doing with you? Do we have mail today?" she asked.

"Mrs. Reggie, can we talk for a bit, please? I want to tell you something," Larry interjected. Carla ushered him into the living room.

"Yes what is it?"

“Mrs. Reggie, if you don't stop abusing your niece, I'm going to have to call Child Services.

Carla was stunned and looked straight into Vicki's eyes.

"Oh, I don't understand what you're saying. I think there's been a mistake. Vicki was spoiled by her mother and it ruins her eyes. "Come on, why should I treat my niece badly? She's no different than my daughter."

"Hmmm...see you soon, Ms. Reggie. It was nice meeting you. Take care, Vicki. Bye, honey.

Vicki nodded, and after Larry left, she saw her aunt's terrible side. It was a hundred times more terrifying than what she had seen before.

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"How dare you complain about me to that mailman? You ungrateful little goblin," Carla yelled at Vicki, who wanted to run away but couldn't. Carla grabbed her hand and pulled her into the dark basement. Knowing Vicki was afraid of the dark and of the rats, she decided to teach him a lesson for disobeying her.

"Stay here. How ungrateful you are, just like your mother. No bed and no blanket until you come to me crying and begging for an apology. Get out of my sight, you dirty elf. Your new room will be in the basement. Go to sleep. with the rats until you appreciate me.

Carla slammed the door as Vicki cried and begged her to let her out.

"Aunt Carla, I'm sorry. Please let me out. I'm scared. It's dark. I can hear noises down here. Please, it's scary.

Vicki knocked on the door and sat on the stairs, scared and hungry. She couldn't stand the musty smell and the howling rats scared her. It was dark, and the dim light illuminating the basement came dimly from a ray of light coming in through a small hole in the door. Vicki narrowed her eyes and looked around for Carla and Anna. But nobody was there. They slept soundly in their cozy rooms.

"Mom, please do something. I want to get away from here. You've always told me stories of miracles. Why can't a miracle help me, Mom?"

“Ugly little mouse… that should teach you a lesson. Just let her spend one night in the basement and she'll regret screwing me over. I'll teach you what gratitude is, little goblin”, thought Carla and fell asleep, little did she know how unforgettable that morning would be for her.

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The next day, Vicki woke up to a loud creak. She had fallen asleep on the stairs and got up, thinking her aunt had finally come to get her. But when the door opened fully, there was a strange woman standing there. It wasn't her aunt.

"Hey Vicki, can you get out of this darkness on your own or do you need help?" asked the lady.

Vicki got up slowly and went upstairs. It was cold down there and her joints were stiff. She grabbed the woman's hand and left, only to see her aunt and cousin responding to a Child Protective Services investigator.

Ultimately, Larry knew he couldn't trust Carla again. So he called CPS that morning before he left for work and asked them to make a surprise visit to Carla's house.

Carla did her best to fend off the cops by telling them that Vicki was fine and sleeping in her room. But they checked the whole house and finally found it locked in the basement. Carla wanted to teach Vicki a lesson, but locking her in the basement one night was proof enough to have custody of the girl taken away from her.

The woman then took Vicki in her car to drop her off where she really deserved to be.

"Where are we going?" Vicky was curious.

"To your new family, darling. Your adopted family! I'm sure you'll like it."

Vicki was surprised by the sudden series of miracles in her life. She couldn't wait to see who her new adoptive family would be. The wait and curiosity ended beautifully when the car stopped minutes later.

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"YOU ARE THE ONE!!" Vicki squealed happily and ran toward Larry and his wife, Amanda, who were waving to her from the porch.

"Oh my God ROGER!!" Vicki screamed and started crying when her dog, Roger, jumped on her and pushed her into the grass. He licked her face and they hugged and rolled around in joy. Larry found and brought Roger home from the shelter after reading about him in Vicki's letter.

Larry and Amanda were moved to tears by seeing such an emotional scene. A few months later, they adopted Vicki and introduced her to their other two children, Shaun and Shelly.

The postman's family wasn't as wealthy as Vicki's, but their home was full of joy and love. Meanwhile, Carla tried her own medicine for harming her niece. She received a court order for illegally selling Vicki's home without her consent. She spent her time and age paying off her debts while Vicki got over the severe scars Carla had inflicted on her heart.

Several years passed and Vicki, now 18, decided to work with Child Protective Services to help children affected by domestic neglect. She was determined to fight for her justice and bring it out of the darkness into the light while she was being helped.

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What can we learn from this story?

• Stand up for justice even when you're alone.Larry called Child Protective Services about Carla because he knew she wouldn't change and would continue to mistreat her niece.
• Never lose hope and don't stop believing in miracles. You may never know what tomorrow holds for you.Vicki lost hope when she received no response to letters to her late mother. Her hope and belief in miracles were restored when a postman came to her rescue.

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