An orphan girl was kicked out of her millionaire grandfather's house. But when the heirs went to receive the inheritance, they were unpleasantly surprised.
The orphan girl found her grandfather, who turned out to be a millionaire, but very sick. After his death, his heirs went to collect the inheritance, they were shocked.
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"Well, Carly O'Donnell, accept the keys to your new life!" said Mrs.Pollak, placing a lightweight set of three keys on a metal ring into her narrow palm.
The girl hesitated in front of the apartment door, prompting Mrs.Pollak to laugh and unlock the door herself.
"Oh, Carly, you're like a newcomer! This is your new apartment. Live, be happy, start a new life, don't be so timid. Come in!" The woman opened the door, nudged Carly into the room, and then closed the door behind them.
"I can't believe it, Mrs.Pollak," Carly responded shyly, following the woman down the corridor. "I guess I'm an adult now! I can live as I want and do what I want," the girl said, beginning to grasp what adulthood felt like.
"Exactly!" Mrs.Pollak said cheerfully, draping an arm around Carly's shoulders. "You're a grown-up now, so you can become independent. But!" Mrs.Pollak raised a finger meaningfully, "there's a caveat about doing what you want!
My girl," she said in a more serious tone, "Being an adult and being in charge of your life doesn't mean you can thoughtlessly do whatever you want.
Adulthood means making responsible decisions, and always taking responsibility for your life. Understand this! There may be people who will try to sway you with false values and manipulate your thoughts.
To distinguish the false from the true, always remember what I've taught you over the years. Do you understand what I'm saying now?"
Carly nodded. Mrs.Pollak had indeed been like a mother figure for her and many other children in the orphanage for years. Carly never knew her father, and her memories of her mother were vague and unclear after so many years. Her mother, Lilly, was deprived of her parental rights when Carly was just five years old.
The woman used to disappear for days, leaving young Carly alone without food. If The girl was lucky, she arranged for Mrs.Ross, their neighbor, to look after little Carly during her absences.
Attempts to persuade or scold Lilly were futile. Hearing her address, reproaches, the woman always became furious and began to lash out with profanity at Mrs.Ross, Carly, and the world that tried to force her to deny her desires.
And her winning argument, which always worked, was to relentlessly berate her daughter and wish for her to cease being a hindrance to her endless fun.
"Curse me for giving birth to this wretched thing!' she used to shriek. 'I wish she would disappear! Who needs her?! She's nothing but a burden who's ruining my life!"
"What are you saying, you wicked woman?!" the neighbor would cry out in horror. "To wish death upon an innocent soul?! Come to your senses!"
At this point, Carly's mother would always calm down, realizing her manipulation had succeeded and that she could now freely go on another spree.
"What are you, Mrs.Ross, I'm just joking, I'm not serious. I mean it metaphorically! You're so kind and helpful, you're always there to assist. I'm not going far, just out for a walk. Sometimes a woman needs a change of scenery. It's not always about home, work, and worries!"
The cunning woman knew exactly what she was doing. A kind neighbor wouldn't abandon a little girl, so there was no rush to return home; they would manage without her.
"I am kind, that's certain," Mrs.Ross responded, "but as for you, Lilly, all you seem to do is seek a change of scenery. Your daughter is constantly alone, there's no food in the house, the refrigerator is off. The only food available is some dried-up snickers bars, which are brought by your drinking buddies on your binge in exchange for your attention."
But the mother was unstoppable. Hastily touching up her lips in front of a dull, old mirror in the hallway, she used to throw back to the neighbor something like: "Stay out of my private life!"
and then disappeared in a direction she only knew, not even pausing to look at her daughter. Lilly would usually show up on her doorstep a week or two later, staggering with the consequences of her reckless lifestyle, and collapse on the old couch, falling into a deep sleep.
One day, Carly's mother was gone for a month. A concerned neighbor, fearing that she had died, took little Carly by the hand and reported the disappearance to the police. They found the mother shortly after.