Call it luck or chance, or just being in the right place at the right time, we can’t deny how sometimes, things seem to just fall into perfect place. All you need is to be in the right place at the right time. Perhaps it is fate that leads us to the place we are supposed to be. This story, which was inspired by the readers at AmoMama, is one such tale of destiny and fate!

Trish was 18 years old at the time when she found her mother on the floor, unconscious. She’d just returned home from school and put her bag on the kitchen counter. She called for her mother but there was no response. And, that is when she found her. Trish immediately called 911 to get help. Her mom was still breathing at least. Trish had no idea at that moment, however, that her life was about to change for the worst.

Trish’s mom had had a stroke which also left her impaired. She could no longer work, and her savings went to the medical bills. Trish knew that her dream of being able to study was never going to happen. She managed to finish school and then had to take on the responsibility of finding a job. Her mother’s savings were done. Their lives depended on Trish. Unfortunately, Trish and her mom lived in a small town, and work was not easy to come by.

So, that meant that Trish had to take any job she could find. She saw an ad in the local paper for a maid’s position. She decided to apply. The last thing she wanted to do was clean, but what choice did she really have? So, she called the number on the advert and it happened to be a position at a popular, wealthy older ladies’ home. Her name was Mrs. Johnson, and she was probably one of the most well-known people in their small town.

But, the one thing about Mrs. Johnson was that she was blind. She had completely lost her eyesight after hot oil had splattered into them. She was also known for being quite a mean old lady. Mrs. Johnson’s housekeeper, Sally, arranged for Trish to come in for an interview that same afternoon. Trish sighed, at least it was a job. She hoped that Mrs. Johnson would not be too awful to her.

Trish drove her mom’s old car up to where Mrs. Johnson lived. It was the richest part of town at the top of the hill. She wished that she could live there. How nice it was. She reached her destination and knocked on the door. Sally opened the door and let her in. She pointed Trish towards a sitting room, where Mrs. Johnson was having a cup of tea. Of course, Trish knew that she had to make this first impression a good one, or she might lose out on the job.

Trish greeted the old lady, who replied asking who she was. She told Trish that she liked her voice, which was a good thing. Mrs. Johnson did not seem at all to be horrible or grouchy like everyone claimed. She asked Trish for her age and she told her that she would soon be 19, Mrs. Johnson told her that her granddaughter would have been the exact same age.

Trish asked Mrs. Johnson what happened to her granddaughter, but the old lady started to shake and get rather upset. She told Trish that she was not to worry about her private life, but also that she would give her a trial week at the house. Trish was thrilled! She was to start the next day. The trial week
That week, Trish worked hard. And, therefore it seemed that Mrs. Johnson was pleased. It was her fourth day at the house and Trish noticed that Mrs. Johnson was nowhere to be found. Finally, she decided to ask Sally where she was.

“Well,” Sally replied, “Today is the day her daughter passed. Every year she locks herself away on this day so you won’t see her around until tomorrow.”Of course, Trish was surprised, she thought it was the old woman’s granddaughter who had passed away. Trish gave her a brief history, explaining that her daughter had gotten mixed up with a bad crowd and therefore fell pregnant at 15.

She gave the kid up for adoption when she was two years old, and she d=ied in a vehicle accident not long after. Trish was taken aback because she, too, had been adopted. Finally, she reflected on how fortunate she was to have her mother. Trish went back to work the next day as usual. She began dusting upstairs first thing in the morning. Trish was about to leave when she heard a crash coming from Mrs. Johnson’s room. She dashed inside to find out what had happened. She noticed the elderly lady tutting and kneeling on the ground. A picture frame had collapsed.

“Please allow me to assist you!” Trish yelled as she ran to the woman’s rescue. “Which image is it?” She inquired of Trish. Trish gasped as she turned the frame around. Surprisingly, the child in the photo frame was her! Of course, she was astonished and perplexed, and she inquired as to why the old woman had a photo of her as a toddler. Mrs. Johnson became even more perplexed. Trish identified herself as the small girl in the photo.

Mrs. Johnson began to cry. “If this is true, you must be my grandchild!” Trish exclaimed when she informed Mrs. Johnson that she was adopted. She consented to take a DNA test the following morning. Of course, the DNA findings revealed that Trish was Mrs. Johnson’s grandchild. Trish was informed by the elderly lady that if she and her mother moved in right away, they would never lack for anything again.

She was overjoyed to be reunited with her family. Trish, of course, believed it was fate that had led her to that house. Finally, her mother relocated and received the greatest care money could buy. The nicest aspect was that Trish could finally study, a dream she had thought she had lost. Mrs. Johnson, on the other hand, was no longer lonely.