Maid returned a valuable item the rich man had forgotten at hotel & was shocked to hear his story

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While cleaning a rich man's suite, a maid found an item he had forgotten. And when she returned it to the owner, she was shocked to hear his story.
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Casey entered the room and looked around. It was clear there wasn't much to do: change the linens, wipe the surfaces, and remove the coffee cup from the table. Then, as per regulation, she would go to clean the bathroom.
An elderly man-well-groomed, intelligent, and very wealthy-had lived here for two days. At first sight, Casey realized that this gentleman wasn't an ordinary person.
Over her years working at the hotel, she'd learned to read people. Men like Mr.Riley didn't cause problems for maids; they were neat, polite, and clean.
Cleaning up after them was "a couple of trifles." And later, the woman had been told that he was a big businessman, the owner of a chain of restaurants.
Casey approached the bedside table. It wasn't uncommon for such clients to leave tips, often generous ones. Sure enough, next to the lamp with its green shade lay a thin wad of bills.
Casey counted them and smiled. Perfect! This would cover the children's uniforms-September was just around the corner, and it was time to prepare for school. She mentally thanked the pleasant guest and wished him good fortune.
Returning to her cleaning, Casey encountered an unexpected surprise while changing the bed linen. As she lifted the pillow, she discovered a locket underneath.
It was simple, made of cheap metal-clearly an inexpensive, old piece. This didn't fit the image of the respectable elderly businessman.
Mr.Riley wore an expensive watch and a suit from a famous designer, obviously tailored. And here was this five-cents medallion. How odd.
Casey picked up the unusual item. The case was bent in several places, but the locket itself was clean, free of rust or scratches.
It had been well-cared for, apparently holding great value to Mr.Riley. Bringing it closer, Casey noticed it could be opened.
Curiosity got the better of her. She lifted the lid, and an old black-and-white photograph appeared before her amazed eyes.
It showed a laughing girl with strong dark eyes, a braid wrapped around her head in an old-fashioned style, and a round mole above her lip.
Casey stared in astonishment, touching the mole above her own lip. She'd inherited it from her grandmother, Agatha. In fact, everyone said Casey resembled her greatly.
And now she was looking at a picture of her grandmother, taken when Agatha was very young. There was no doubt about it. Casey even knew which photograph this image had been cut from-she'd seen it many times in an old family album.
Grandmother had been standing on a riverbank among weeping willows, the sun shining brightly. She was smiling. Agatha had told Casey that photographers rarely visited their village.
It was a significant event, so Agatha had dressed up carefully before posing. On that very day, she'd borrowed a beautiful dress from a friend and even applied light makeup.
Casey kept gazing at her grandmother's laughing face. Agatha had passed away long ago when Casey was still a teenager. The granddaughter had struggled with the loss of her closest and dearest person.
Casey had loved her granny more than her own mother. In fact, it was her grandmother who had raised her while her mother tried to sort out her personal life.
The grandmother's cozy village house often welcomed grandchildren-Casey's cousins. Grandmother loved and welcomed everyone, giving her grandchildren warmth and comfort, enveloping them in care as soft as a blanket. Even her voice was velvety and healing.
It had been difficult for Casey after her beloved grandmother's death. But she'd endured and adapted. Agatha had always told her granddaughter that she was strong and brave, that she would succeed.
Though things hadn't worked out as well as she might have hoped. But Casey wasn't on the streets and could support her children adequately.
The woman looked at the locket in her palm, snapped the lid shut, and pondered: What was this? How had a portrait of her Grandmother Agatha come in a locket belonging to a rich businessman?
There was clearly some connection between Mr.Riley and Grandma Agatha. It couldn't be coincidence that the man carried her picture.
Maybe he collected retro items, and Agatha's picture had simply caught his eye? He might be a descendant of that photographer.

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@denisemartin3798 3 сағат бұрын

Poor Casey, she had searched for love everyday after her grandmother died. No one wanted her or even cared for her. The loneliness, a cursor for her bad desicions, finally subsided but still she faced more loneliness. Her determination and strength are admirable. Her children grew up humble and as strong as their mother. Great story ❤