The chance encounter of meeting an elderly blind woman at the cemetery taught me that family isn’t always defined by blood.
The grief that settled in my heart following my father’s passing was immense. Everyone around me said time will heal the pain, but I could feel it was there to stay. The only time I felt a sense of calmness was when I visited his grave. My father was my world, and he was now gone.
One day, as I was placing the bouquet of flowers on my dad’s grave, I noticed a frail figure near a freshly dug grave.
The weather was chill and I wondered why that elderly lady was there all by herself. She had glasses and a cane, so I realized she was blind.
I approached her and asked her if she needed anything. She then turned to me and told me that her son’s brought her to visit her husband’s grave and said they would be back in half and hour, but they obviously forgot about her.
She wasn’t aware of the time she had spent at the graveyard, but said it was more than two hours.
“How inconsiderate from your sons,” I murmured. But she heard me and said, “They are like that, a bit selfish and greedy, but they are my sons.”
I offered to take the blind woman home, and she was happy to accept my help.
On the way to her house, she told me about her husband Samuel. She mourned her loss and missed him dearly. They were together for 42 years before he passed away the week prior.
The blind woman, who introduced herself as Kira, invited me in. I was hesitant whether to enter because I had a lot to do that day, but her life stories were so fascinating that I couldn’t help myself.
Among the rest, she shared how she and Samuel first met, and how in love they were. She then opened up about her sons. They were greedy people. But they weren’t always like that.
Subtly pointing to the cameras set up in the living room, this blind lady told me how her husband believed their sons turned into mean individuals who cared more about things than their parents. He didn’t trust them.
After the conversation, I excused myself, thanked for the hospitality, and headed home.
The following morning, I was woken up by a loud knock on my door.
Two men, in their 20s and 30s, and two police officers were standing there.
I had no idea what was going on, when one of the men yelled, “THAT’S HER! SHE WAS WITH OUR MOTHER YESTERDAY! SHE WAS IN OUR HOUSE!”
One of the officers stepped forward and asked me, “Madam, did you by any chance spent the day with a blind woman named Kira?”
I said I did and asked what the problem was.
It was then that the officer told me some of her belongings were missing and that I needed to go to the station.
Kira’s money and jewelry were missing and I was accused of that.
When I arrived at the station, helpless and humiliated, Kira was already there. She was resting her face on her cane and the moment she heard my voice, she smiled.
“Don’t worry, honey, I already told the officer that you didn’t do any harm to me.”
Her sons started yelling at her, telling her not to protect me because it was obvious I was the thief. But Kira said there were cameras in the house, and that some of the officers were there to check them.
Her sons were stunned. In the meantime, the officers, who had the footage of the previous day, got at the station.
As expected, the video showed the culprits were Kira’s son.
Knowing their mom was a blind woman, they thought they could take advantage of her by blaming a perfect stranger who showed her kindness. What they weren’t aware of was that their late father didn’t trust them and hid cameras in the hallway, the living room, and the kitchen.
Kira then turned to her sons and said, “You betrayed me and you betrayed your late father’s memory.
While her sons remained at the station, I was free to take Kira home.
Once there, she prepared some tea and squeezed my hand, saying, “It’s remarkable how a stranger can become family.”
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