A young woman gets hired as a housekeeper and notices her mother’s framed photo in her boss’s bedroom.

Caroline found a cleaning job in New York and went to her first assignment. It was a beautiful house in Manhattan, but something shocked her—a photo of her mother was in the office. Then, a man walked in.

“I’ll do a great job,” Caroline reassured herself as she headed to her first assignment. She and her friend Melissa had moved to New York a few days earlier to chase their dream of becoming Broadway stars.

But first, they needed jobs to afford an apartment together. Luckily, Melissa got hired at a clothing store, and Caroline found a position with a domestic cleaning agency.

It was perfect. The job wasn’t time-consuming, and Caroline loved cleaning as it calmed her. Plus, if no one was home, she could practice singing while working.

Unfortunately, the memory of her mother lingered in her mind before she stepped into the house. Her mother, Helen, had always dismissed her dreams as foolish and disapproved of her moving to New York.

Caroline grew up in Philadelphia, not far from New York, without ever knowing her father. Helen never spoke about him. For some reason, her mother despised New York and had been overprotective all her life. That’s why Caroline had to leave secretly.

When planning the move with Melissa, Caroline knew her mother wouldn’t approve and might even fake an illness to make her stay. But Caroline was determined to pursue her dreams. It was her life. So, she left a small note on Helen’s dresser while she slept and snuck away.

It had been days since the move, and Helen hadn’t called her, which was strange. Caroline assumed her mother was just angry. Hopefully, she’d forgive her once she saw Caroline shine on Broadway. Now, it was time to focus on her cleaning job.

According to her agency’s manager, an older man lived alone in the house, so it wasn’t particularly messy. Caroline found the key under the doormat, as instructed, and wasted no time starting her work. She began in the kitchen, moved to the living room, and then the bedroom.

She hesitated slightly at the entrance to a stately office, but there were no instructions against cleaning it. Determined not to disturb the desk too much, she began tidying up.

The office was stunning—complete with a grand fireplace, shelves lined with books, and an air of sophistication Caroline had only seen in movies. She cleaned efficiently but paused at the mantle, where a collection of photographs caught her eye.

One picture in particular shocked her. It was of her mother, at least 18 years younger. “Why is my mom in a photo here?” Caroline wondered aloud.

Just then, footsteps echoed, and an older man entered. “Oh, hello! You must be the new cleaner. I’m Richard Smith, the owner of this house,” he introduced himself warmly. “Are you finished with this room?”

“Almost, sir,” Caroline replied hesitantly. “But I have a question. Who is this woman?”

Richard adjusted his glasses to look closer. “Oh, that’s Helen. She was the love of my life.”

Caroline’s heart raced. “What happened to her?”

“She passed away in a bus accident. She was pregnant at the time. Her mother didn’t allow me at the funeral and shut me out completely. I’ve tried to move on, but I never could. I still miss her every day,” Richard confessed, his voice heavy with emotion.

Caroline felt a lump in her throat. “Sir, I’m sorry to ask, but… my mom’s name is Helen, and she looks exactly like this woman.”

Richard frowned in confusion. “Your mother’s name is Helen? Where did you grow up?”

“Philadelphia,” she answered, realization dawning. If this was the same Helen, then this man could be her father.

Richard covered his mouth in shock. “This can’t be… Can I have your mother’s phone number?”

Caroline nodded and handed it to him. “Can I stay while you call her?” she asked. He agreed.

Richard dialed, and after a few rings, Helen answered. “Hello? Is that you, Caroline?”

“Helen Geller?” Richard asked.

“Yes, who is this?” Helen replied, her tone wary.

“It’s Richard,” he said, his voice trembling.

“Richard who? Wait… Richard Morris? What do you want after all these years?” Helen’s voice grew cold.

Caroline and Richard exchanged confused looks, but he pressed on. “What do I want? Helen, I thought you were dead! Your mother told me you died in an accident.”

“What?!” Helen exclaimed.

Richard explained the story her mother had told him and how he’d been barred from the funeral. Helen, stunned, shared her side of the story: her mother claimed Richard had abandoned her and refused to be involved.

Caroline, overwhelmed, chimed in. “Mom, I’m here with Richard. I’m in New York, and I’m okay.”

Helen sighed. “I can’t believe my mother did this… I don’t know what to say. But I’ll be coming to New York soon.”

After hanging up, Richard and Caroline shared a quiet moment.

“So, I guess you’re my dad,” Caroline said, smiling shyly.

Richard chuckled. “I guess so.” And with that, a new chapter of their lives began.

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