A poor mother of quintuplets gets a nice surprise when she runs out of money at the grocery store and a stranger steps in to help her.
They had been trying to have a child for years, so when they had five at once, they were so happy they couldn’t hold it in.
Jack Wilson was a truck driver who made a good living, so it was easy for Rachel to quit her job when the babies were born so she could take care of them. Four years went by quickly, and Rachel and Jack never thought anything would go wrong. But it did, and Rachel didn’t know what to do.
One day, Jack got up early and went to work. He never came back. It was their wedding anniversary, and Rachel had tried to stop him because she had a feeling that something wasn’t quite right. But Jack was able to change her mind. “Honey, don’t worry. I’ll get home on time. I promise.”
But Jack didn’t do what he said he would do. Rachel got a call from the police later that night telling her that he had died in a truck accident. The young widow cried over and over again, but nothing changed. Now that Jack was gone, she would have to be the man of the house.
Since her kids were only 4, she couldn’t leave them at home alone. It wasn’t possible to hire a nanny because the savings were low and there was no income. She couldn’t even ask her neighbors for help because they weren’t friendly at all.
Rachel was so sad about the situation that she didn’t have time to properly mourn the death of her husband. Instead, she worked hard to support her children. She started making scarves and hats and selling them as a way to make money, but when summer came, she ran into trouble. Her skill wasn’t helping her anymore, and money was tight.
Rachel’s job was to knit sweaters and sell them.
She went to the grocery store one day to buy things for her sons’ birthday, but the prices there made her frown. “When did cocoa powder get more expensive? $5 for a little? Ugh, I haven’t bought half of the things yet, and the total is already $50! Jesus! I have to put some things away.”
As a substitute for cake flavoring, she put the cocoa powder back on the shelf and bought a package of generic cocoa biscuits. She moved on to the next aisle just as her son Max started asking her to buy him some candy. “Mommy! Can you get me some candy? Please?”
“Oh, sweetie!” Rachel stopped. “You shouldn’t eat sweets. Doctors say that sweets are bad for your teeth. They’re also a little pricey, and mommy needs to buy the ingredients for your birthday cake, so she’ll have to buy them.”
But a 4-year-old boy wouldn’t be able to understand that. He started crying out loud, which got the attention of some of the other shoppers. “No way, mom! I need it! I WANT SWEETS!”
“Yes, mother!” We also want candy! PLEASE!!!” yelled the other four boys at the same time.
Rachel almost had a panic attack when everyone in the store started staring at her, and in the end, she had to give in to her kids. But when she went to the cashier to pay the bill, she was in for more trouble.
Rachel was yelled at by the cashier.
“Is it so hard to look at prices before buying something?” Lincy, the cashier, grumbled. “You’re short $10, so I’ll have to get rid of some things.” She got the chocolate cookies, candy bars, and a few other things and started making the bill, but Rachel stopped her.
“Oh, don’t take those things away. Well, let’s do this. “I’ll take the bread away, and…” Rachel started to pick and choose which things to get rid of.
Help can sometimes come from unexpected places.
Meanwhile, Max walked away to the aisle where milk cartons were placed, but Rachel was too busy to notice that. He was walking around when he came across an older woman. “Hi there, young man! I’m Mrs. Simpson. What’s your name? And what are you doing here alone?” she asked gently, smiling at him.
“Hello, Mrs. Simpson. I’m Max, and I’m four years old. How old are you?”
The older woman made a red face. “Max, I’m a little bit older than you. Let’s say 70? “Where’s your mom?
“Mommy is having an argument with someone. She says that mommy doesn’t have enough money and that we need to leave some things here.”
“Is that right?” Mrs. Simpson asked with worry. “Can you take me to your mother?”
The boy nodded and ran with Mrs. Simpson to the checkout counter. Rachel was making Lincy angry, so she lashed out at her. “Look, woman! If you can’t afford things, don’t come here at all! Get going! There are still people waiting to be served!” She moved Rachel’s bag to the side and waved for the next customer to come up to her. “Next!”
“No, please hold on…” Rachel had just started to talk when she was cut off by a voice.
“There’s no reason to get rid of those things. “Your bill has been paid!” Lincy went up to Mrs. Simpson, who gave her her credit card. “Ring in everything, even the things you took out. It’s my fault.”
Rachel said, “Oh no, please don’t.” “I’m sorry, but I can’t take that away. It’s alright.”
Mrs. Simpson paid Rachel’s bills.
Rachel finally gave in when the older woman said, “Don’t worry, it’s fine.”
Rachel couldn’t stop thanking her as they paid their bills and left the store. “Thank you very much for your help. I’m sorry I can’t give you the money right now, but please come see us sometime. “Here, this is my address,” she said, giving her a piece of paper with her address written on it. “I’d be happy to buy you tea and cookies. I make cookies that are really good.”
“Oh, that’s so nice of you, young lady!” she said in response. “I’ll see you soon, Max! Bye-bye, boys!” she said before she left.
The boys waved back, and Rachel was confused when Mrs. Simpson called out Max by name. “Honey, do you know Mrs. Simpson?” she asked Max in a soft voice.
Yes, mother. I told her you were fighting, so she came to help you.”
“What a sweetheart she is!” As she walked back to her car, Rachel thought.
The next day, someone came to her door and knocked. “Mrs. Simpson, oh no!” Please step inside. You showed up just in time! Rachel led her inside and said, “I just baked some cookies.”
Rachel brought the older woman some cookies and a cup of tea as she sat down. She reached for the teacup and said, “Oh, you didn’t have to go to all that trouble.” “Do you live with your kids by yourself?”
Rachel gave Mrs. Simpson some tea and cookies.
“In fact, my husband died last year, so I’ve been taking care of my kids by myself. Since I don’t have a job right now, money is tight. I had a small business selling knitted sweaters and caps, but no one buys them in the summer, and I’m still looking for work.”
“Then come with me to my clothing store,” she said. The older woman asked for a date. “I need help and would love for you to be it. Don’t worry, I can take care of your kids. My husband died a long time ago, and we didn’t have any kids. So I’m just an old lady counting the days until God brings her home.”
“Good grief, Mrs. Simpson!” Rachel was sad. “How can I thank you for being kind? Thank you! “Thank you a lot!”
“You can repay me, honey,” Mrs. Simpson said with a smile. “Every night, all you have to do is make me a nice cup of tea. Deal?”
“Of course, Mrs. Simpson!” Rachel said, wiping her tears away. The next day, she started working at Mrs. Simpson’s store. After months of hard work, she was made a supervisor.
She once showed Mrs. Simpson some of her designs, and Mrs. Simpson told her to start a side business and post some of her work on social media.
Rachel’s designs quickly went viral on social media, and a well-known designer soon offered her a job. Rachel didn’t want to leave her job at Mrs. Simpson’s store, so she said no to the offer. She now lives with Mrs. Simpson, and her children affectionately call Mrs. Simpson “Grandma Simpson.”
