Rachel was a dedicated nurse and the main breadwinner of her family. But her family’s problems weren’t the only burdens she faced. One of her colleagues, Christina, harbored personal anger and jealousy toward her. One day, a millionaire named Mr. Hamilton was admitted to the hospital where Rachel worked. All the nurses were afraid of him because of his short temper. But when Rachel was assigned to Mr. Hamilton, she quickly earned his trust.

Until one day, Mr. Hamilton asked Rachel for a favor, something he wanted to fulfill before leaving this world. And that was for Rachel to pretend to be his daughter for just one day. Would Rachel grant Mr. Hamilton’s request? Would Rachel ever escape the hardships she was going through? This is Mr. Hope once again, inviting you to listen to another extraordinary true-life story.

The air outside felt cold when Rachel stepped out of the hospital. The sky was dark, and only the street lamps lit her path. It was nearly eleven at night, yet her day wasn’t over.

She still had to catch a bus home to the tiny room she rented in an old apartment building. Rachel had been working as a nurse in a private hospital for almost three years. While waiting at the bus stop, she pulled out her phone and called her mother.

After a few seconds, her mother answered. Rachel, my child, you called, what’s the matter? Her mother asked. Mum, how are you? Rachel asked.

Even though she was tired, she smiled upon hearing her mother’s voice. She heard a faint cough from her mother before she answered. I’m hanging in there, but my body’s a bit sore.

Your siblings are already asleep. Thank you, by the way, for the money you sent last week. Good thing we managed to pay their tuition.

Her mother’s tone was grateful. Please remind them to study hard, okay? I’m sorry I haven’t been able to send more lately, Rachel said. My last paycheck wasn’t enough, but I promise to make up for it next week.

That’s all right, honey. I feel embarrassed because I’m afraid there’s never anything left for you. Don’t work yourself to the bone.

I know you’re the only one supporting us, but I hope you also think about yourself, her mother said, voice full of concern. Rachel closed her eyes and stopped her tears from falling. She wanted to tell her mother how tight things were and how she was barely surviving, but she chose not to because she didn’t want her family to worry about her.

I’m okay, mum. How about Ethan? How’s his girlfriend? Rachel asked, changing the subject. Oh, that’s another piece of our problem.

The girlfriend’s family wants them to get married right away. I told them we don’t have the money yet. I don’t know what your brother was thinking.

He’s still in school, and now she’s pregnant, Rachel’s mum said, clearly annoyed. Let’s not dwell on it, mum. It’s already done.

I’ll start saving so they can get married, and we can cover her prenatal care. All right, mum. There’s a bus coming.

I’ll call you again in a day or two, Rachel said. Okay, honey. Take care, her mother replied, then ended the call.

Rachel took a deep breath afterward. The truth was, she was exhausted, but she had no choice but to keep going, for someone like her, who was the sole provider, being tired or taking a break wasn’t an option. The bus arrived, and she quickly flagged it down.

She got on, and as it drove away, she reminded herself again why she was working so hard. She longed to give her family a better life. By the time Rachel reached her apartment, she was completely worn out from a more than 12-hour hospital shift.

She’d been going around the ward all day, monitoring patients with hardly any break. She wanted only one thing at that moment, to collapse on her small mattress and steal a few hours of sleep. But she stopped short upon seeing the door to her rented room.

It was locked with thick chains wrapped around the knob, and secured by a heavy padlock. Rachel frowned in confusion. She hurried to knock on the door of her landlord, Mrs. Pauler, a plump woman who wore glasses and loved cheap jewelry.

She knocked three times, but there was no answer. She glanced around, hoping someone else could explain what happened, but the entire building was silent. She knocked again, louder.

Mrs. Pauler, it’s me, Rachel, she called. Moments later, the door opened, and out came Mrs. Pauler, still holding a fork with a piece of hot dog on it. What is it? You’re interrupting my dinner, Mrs. Pauler snapped.

Why is my door chained and locked? Rachel asked, baffled. Mrs. Pauler sighed heavily and leaned against her door frame. Haven’t you realized you haven’t paid rent in three months? Our agreement was if you haven’t paid for three months, you have to leave.

Did you forget, or are you just hoping I’d overlook it? She said, rolling her eyes. Mrs. Pauler, I’m so sorry. I had to send money home.

I was hoping you could give me at least one more week so I can pay everything I owe. Rachel begged. Mrs. Pauler shook her head firmly.

No can do, Rachel. I’m losing money here. You keep promising you’ll pay next time, but it never happens.

I’m not running a charity, this is a business. Mrs. Pauler, please, at least let me stay until tomorrow. I just got off work, I’m exhausted, and I have nowhere else to sleep tonight.

Rachel said, her voice cracking and tears threatening to fall. I don’t care. All your stuff is out in the hallway by your door.

Take it away because if it’s still there tomorrow morning, I’ll burn it. Mrs. Pauler retorted harshly, then slammed her door shut, leaving Rachel stunned and clueless about what to do next. She walked to the side of the building and nearly burst into tears seeing her things.

A worn out suitcase, some clothes stuffed in a grocery bag, a small pillow, a blanket, and a thin mattress, all piled on the ground. She slowly sat beside her belongings. She felt like crying but couldn’t.

She tilted her head back, gazing at the dark sky as the chilly air nipped at her already exhausted body. She was deeply anxious because she truly didn’t know where to go that night. After regaining a bit of composure, Rachel began moving her things onto the sidewalk.

She placed her small suitcase beside a street lamp, slid the bag of clothes between her old pillow and a piece of cardboard she used as a mat, and stacked them near the weak yet chilly glow of the lamp. She looked around, everything was quiet and there were no people around to ask for help or information. Rachel sighed.

Her family was back in another state, and even if she wanted to return there, she didn’t have the bus fare. She couldn’t go back to the hospital to sleep either because of their strict policy. Then she remembered her friend, Emily, who was also a nurse at the same hospital.

She hurriedly took out her phone and dialed her best friend’s number. The phone rang several times before Emily finally answered. Rachel? Your voice sounds strange.

Are you okay? Emily said, clearly groggy from being woken up. I’m really sorry for disturbing you. I… I got evicted.

I’m out on the street with all my stuff, Emily. I’m desperate enough to ask if I can stay at your place for a while. I don’t know where else to go, Rachel said, her voice trembling with tears.

Of course, Rach. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll have dad drive me over so we can pick you up.

It’d be hard for you to ride the bus with all your things, and I know you’re exhausted, Emily replied, concern evident in her voice. Thank you so much, Emily. I can’t tell you how sorry I am for the trouble.

I’m so embarrassed, but I just have no choice. Rachel whispered, tears escaping as she spoke. Stop apologizing.

You’re not a bother. Just stay put, and we’ll be there soon, Emily said. Thank you, Emily, Rachel murmured.

After the call, she sat quietly beside her suitcase, hugging herself against the cold. Even in her desperation, she felt slightly relieved knowing she wasn’t completely alone. She had a friend like Emily who was willing to help.

Nearly half an hour later, she heard the sputtering engine of a vehicle. She stood up and saw an old pickup truck turning onto her street. Despite the darkness, she recognized Emily and her father.

The truck stopped in front of her, and Rachel hurried over to Emily. She couldn’t stop herself from giving her friend a tight hug. Thank you, Emily.

I’m sorry I bothered you, Rachel said tearfully. Don’t be silly, Rachel. You’re no bother.

Let’s not talk about that, Emily said, patting her on the back. Emily’s father, Mr. Larry, got out of the truck and helped them load Rachel’s things. After securing her belongings, they all climbed back inside, driving away from that place.

During the ride, Rachel was silent. She wanted to say so many things, but felt like she had no energy left. When they arrived at a small corner lot, the truck slowed before finally stopping in front of a modest house made of wood and sheet metal.

Walking inside, Rachel saw three children sleeping in the living room. Emily’s younger siblings, sound asleep on a thin mattress. Come on, you can sleep in my room, Emily said, gesturing for Rachel to follow.

Rachel sighed in relief and nodded. Once inside Emily’s small room, they placed Rachel’s belongings in a corner. A single electric fan provided the only breeze.

Have you eaten? Emily asked. Yes, I ate at the hospital, Rachel replied. Are you sure? I think we’ve got some bread in the kitchen, Emily insisted.

No, I’m fine. Really, I’m still full, Rachel said, shaking her head. Emily nodded, then sat on her bed, urging Rachel to sit down.

Okay, then you should get some sleep. I know you’re tired, Emily said softly. At that point, Rachel couldn’t hold back anymore.

All her emotions poured out. Her struggles as a breadwinner, her fear of having nowhere to stay, her loneliness in New York City. She pressed her hands to her face, trying to stifle her sobs.

Emily, I’m so tired, it feels like problems just keep piling up, Rachel whispered through tears. Emily stayed quiet and let Rachel release the weight in her heart. I know it’s hard, but you’re not alone, Rachel.

I’m here and so is my family. We won’t abandon you, Emily murmured comfortingly. In that moment, Rachel found a small sense of peace.

In the midst of all her hardships, having a loyal friend was a precious gift. From that night on, she temporarily stayed with Emily’s family. Though Rachel missed having her own place, the warmth and care Emily’s family showed made the transition easier.

There was no trouble at all, as Emily’s family already knew Rachel well. Emily’s dad, Mr. Larry, always greeted her with a smile, and often asked if she’d eaten. Emily’s mom, Mrs. Linda, despite being busy with a little convenience store, always made sure Rachel had breakfast.

Even Emily’s three younger siblings were fond of Rachel, especially the youngest, Benny, who often showed off his cute antics to her. Rachel and Emily had only been friends for two years, but Rachel felt like they’d known each other forever. They first met when they were both new nurses, assigned to the same ward.

Rachel still recalled how overwhelmed she’d been on her first day, barely knowing what to do in the flurry of tasks. Emily had noticed and immediately offered help. Emily’s cheerful personality made Rachel feel at ease right away.

Over the following days, they began sharing breaks, going out to buy cheap meals during their shift, and commuting home together whenever their schedules aligned. Aside from the grueling workload, Rachel also dealt with difficult co-workers, some even harder to handle than patients, like Tiffany. Tiffany was another nurse, but she was arrogant and liked to flaunt power because her aunt happened to be the head nurse of their department.

Because of that, Tiffany acted as if she had a special status in the hospital, a status she used to make others, especially Rachel, feel inferior. One night, as soon as Rachel entered the nurses’ station, Tiffany greeted her with a sneer, like she’d been waiting for her arrival. Oh, you’re finally here.

I thought you quit or something, given that you haven’t paid your rent in months. Don’t be shocked, I know about it. This hospital is a hotbed for gossip.

Poor you, Rachel, Tiffany said mockingly. Rachel paused from picking up the logbook, aware that other nurses were watching but unwilling to intervene. She tightened her grip on her pen and pretended not to hear Tiffany’s remark.

Tiffany, could you hand me the chart for the patient in room 208, she asked calmly. Wow, you’re giving me orders. Maybe you’ve forgotten we’re not on the same level, Tiffany snapped.

Fine, I’ll get it myself, Rachel said, deciding not to argue. She was used to Tiffany’s behavior by now. Tiffany’s animosity toward Rachel had started when a male nurse pursued Rachel.

Rachel had no idea Tiffany liked him, and since Rachel wasn’t interested in a relationship, she’d turned him down. Even though nothing had ever transpired between them, Tiffany remained bitter about it. Rachel then devoted herself to her rounds, checking in on patients.

She was used to exhaustion and lack of sleep. While noting a patient’s vital signs, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw Emily.

Rach, is it true Tiffany gave you an attitude again? Emily asked quietly, sounding concerned. Yes, but it’s nothing new, Rachel replied, not bothering to elaborate. She’s so unpleasant.

Obviously she’s bitter because Patrick showed an interest in you and not her, Emily said, rolling her eyes. Rachel was about to respond when a sharp voice interrupted them. What are you two whispering about, Emily? You calling me bitter? Tiffany’s voice rang out.

Rachel and Emily turned to see her standing behind them. Arms crossed, eyebrow arched, waiting for an explanation. Emily smirked instead of shrinking back.

Oh, Tiffany, I’m sorry, we didn’t notice you. Maybe you want to run to your aunt and tell on us? Emily teased, eyes gleaming. Rachel saw Tiffany’s eyes narrow with rage.

Don’t think I can’t have you both fired, Tiffany spat. As long as we’re doing our jobs right, we’re safe, Tiffany, Rachel said quietly. Tiffany visibly trembled with anger, but they didn’t give her the chance to retaliate.

They walked away, leaving her seething. The next morning, Rachel and Emily had just clocked out from their night shift and were alone in the locker room. Rachel was preparing to head home, the soft whir of the fan’s the only sound.

Suddenly, Rachel’s phone rang. Seeing it was her mother, she answered immediately. Hello, mom, is everything okay? Rachel greeted.

Rachel, sorry to call at this hour. I know you probably just finished your shift, but could you possibly send money today? Your brother’s girlfriend needs a checkup. She’s pregnant, you know, her mother said, sounding embarrassed.

Rachel bit her lip and shut her eyes tightly. Mom, I don’t have any money right now, but please don’t worry. I’ll find a way, she promised.

Thank you, child. I’m really sorry to keep asking. We have no one else to turn to, her mother said softly.

It’s okay, mom. I’ll send it later today. Take care, okay? Rachel finished, then ended the call.

She slumped on the bench. Her chest felt heavy. She set down her phone and rubbed her temples.

The door opened and Emily walked in. Oh, Rach, you haven’t gone to sleep yet. You look so stressed.

Is there a problem? Emily asked, sitting next to her. Rachel let out a slow breath. That was mom.

She needs money for my brother’s girlfriend’s checkup, she said. Emily didn’t hesitate. She walked to her bag, pulled out her wallet, and handed Rachel some cash.

Here, use this, Emily said. Rachel was stunned and immediately shook her head. Emily, I can’t accept that.

I haven’t even paid back what I owe you. I should borrow from someone else, Rachel replied. No way.

With other people, you’ll owe interest. With me, you won’t. I know you can’t abandon your family, so don’t overthink it.

Just take it, Emily insisted, taking Rachel’s hand and pressing the money into her palm. Thank you so much, Emily, Rachel murmured, tears forming in her eyes. Enough of that or we’ll both end up crying.

Let’s just get some rest. We have the day off tomorrow. Time for a longer break, Emily said, flopping onto the bed.

After that one day off, Rachel and Emily’s shifts changed to a daytime schedule. Having just come off the night shift for several weeks, morning duty now felt heavier in a different way. The hospital was busier during the day.

More patients, more rounds, and more people to manage. At lunchtime, they went to the cafeteria together. They hadn’t started eating when Rachel noticed Emily was unusually silent.

Emily, what’s on your mind? Rachel asked, opening the container of chicken and rice she’d brought. I have gossip, Emily whispered, leaning closer. You and your gossip again? Rachel teased.

No, this is real. You know Mr. Hamilton is confined here, right? Emily’s eyes went wide. Who is he? Rachel asked, brow furrowed.

Emily almost choked. Seriously? You’ve never heard of Mr. Hamilton? She asked in disbelief. Rachel shook her head and continued eating.

If I knew who he was, I wouldn’t be asking, she replied. Mr. Hamilton is one of the richest businessmen in the country. He owns big hotels, restaurants, and who knows what else.

He’s so wealthy, the entire hospital must be in a frenzy trying to accommodate him. The doctors and the administrators are probably bending over backward to cater to him, Emily said, sighing dramatically. Okay, and what about it? We’re assigned to the ward so it’s not like we’ll be dealing with him? Rachel answered with a shrug.

You never know. Fate might say otherwise, Emily teased before taking a sip of water. Rachel said nothing, continuing her meal.

Several hours later, their shift ended and they headed to the locker area. As soon as they stepped in, they sensed a tense atmosphere. A few nurses surrounded Tiffany, trying to calm her down as she wept.

A noticeable bump marked her forehead and her face was flushed with anger and tears. Rachel and Emily stopped, exchanging confused looks before looking back at Tiffany. They didn’t have to ask what happened because Tiffany launched into a loud tirade, complaining to the other nurses.

Mr. Hamilton threw a cup at me because the water I brought him wasn’t cold enough. Can you believe that old man’s nerve? Just because he’s rich, he thinks he can treat us however he wants. Tiffany sobbed.

Some of the nurses reacted with sympathy, while others stayed silent, clearly afraid of being caught in Tiffany’s rage. Tiffany happened to glance at Rachel and Emily, shooting them a furious glare. What are you looking at? she shouted, and Emily simply rolled her eyes.

Wow, now it’s our fault you got a bruise, Emily muttered. They gathered their belongings and left. Once outside, Emily laughed.

Did you see that? She looked like a rhino with a horn on her forehead. Maybe next time she’ll get two horns, that’s what she gets for being so nasty. Emily joked, still giggling, but Rachel didn’t join in.

We really shouldn’t mock her, Em. Yes, she’s rude, but it’s not right to be happy about anyone’s misfortune, she said. Emily sighed.

Rachel, you’re too nice. If you ask me, she deserves it. At least she met her match.

She can’t hide behind her aunt forever, Emily said, shaking her head. Rachel sighed, unable to ignore her own sympathy. No matter how difficult Tiffany could be, Rachel couldn’t celebrate seeing someone get hurt.

With each passing day, Mr. Hamilton became the biggest topic in the hospital. Everywhere Rachel went, she overheard new stories about him. How he shouted at people for trivial reasons, or harmed them verbally or physically.

Each day brought a new tale from a nurse who’d been ill-treated by the wealthy old man. One was scolded for positioning his pillow incorrectly. Another was cursed at until she cried.

Rachel grew more uneasy with every story she heard, despite never having seen Mr. Hamilton in person. She was just relieved she hadn’t been assigned to his case, and wondered how long her luck would hold. In a hospital, assignments could change in a heartbeat, and a nurse might suddenly face the unexpected.

It was near the end of Rachel’s shift one day, when a senior nurse asked her to deliver some papers to the head nurse’s office on the fourth floor. Rachel promptly obeyed, taking the elevator upstairs. The corridor there was quiet and removed from the ward’s usual bustle.

As she walked back after handing over the documents, she noticed a partially open door to a private room. She hesitated, but peeked in and saw an elderly man trying to get out of bed. He seemed to struggle with each movement and he was alone.

Acting on instinct, Rachel rushed in. Sir, please let me help you, you might fall, she said, gently supporting him. The old man turned to look at her, frowning a little.

I just need to use the bathroom, he grumbled. I’ll come with you, I’m a nurse, she offered. I know you’re a nurse, I can tell by your uniform.

I’m not senile, he snapped. Rachel found the comment amusing. Although he was snappy, she managed a warm smile.

The man didn’t resist her assistance as she guided him to the small bathroom. While waiting outside, she couldn’t help but notice the room’s upscale interior, plush chairs, a fancy clock on the bedside table. A few minutes later, the man emerged and Rachel helped him back to his bed, making sure he settled in comfortably.

Is there anything else I can do for you, sir? She asked politely. He glanced at her, and for a moment, his expression softened. Raise the window blinds, I want to see outside, he replied.

Rachel complied, slowly lifting the blinds so sunlight illuminated the room. Outside, she could see the hospital’s small garden where some patients and visitors strolled. The old man stared silently out the window.

Rachel sensed a heaviness in his eyes. They’re lucky, he said at last. They can walk without a care in the world, while I can’t even do that simple thing.

Makes me feel worthless. His voice was quiet, weighted with sadness. Rachel felt a pang of compassion.

Sir, your worth isn’t tied to your physical strength. Each person goes through seasons in life. Times we’re strong, and times we’re weaker.

That doesn’t mean we have no value, Rachel said gently. So you’re saying I’m old, he muttered, feigning anger. I didn’t say that, those are your words, Rachel joked, smiling.

The old man fell silent again, watching people outside. A few moments later, Rachel excused herself, explaining she had more duties to attend to. Before leaving, he asked her name.

She told him, then stepped out. As she returned to the ward, she couldn’t stop thinking about the sadness in the old man’s eyes. The next day, while Rachel was walking along the hospital hallway, she spotted Emily up ahead, head down and walking slowly.

Rachel quickened her pace and caught up, instantly noticing Emily had been crying. Em, what’s wrong? Rachel asked anxiously, placing a hand on Emily’s arm. Emily took a shaky breath and replied, I was assigned to Mr. Hamilton this morning.

Her voice trembled. Did he scold you? Did he hurt you? Rachel asked, alarmed. Emily wiped her tears.

He cursed me out, Rachel. He called me horrible names. My own parents never speak to me like that.

Who does he think he is? Emily’s words were thick with anger and hurt. Why would he do that? Rachel asked in dismay. I served him his breakfast, and he shouted that his milk was too cold, as if I purposely gave him cold milk.

Then he just started swearing at me in front of other nurses. Emily shook her head, still shaken by the encounter. Rachel could only sigh, heart aching for her friend.

He treated me like I was worthless. I’m a professional nurse, but he acted like I was his personal slave, Emily said bitterly. Rachel didn’t know how to comfort Emily.

Clearly, it wasn’t easy brushing off such disrespect, especially for someone like Emily, who took pride in her profession. Rachel’s fear of Mr. Hamilton deepened. If he could do that to someone as bold and outspoken as Emily, she dreaded what it might be like if she ended up assigned to him.

Yet she pressed on with her routine, reminding herself nursing was more than a job. It was a calling. She might have anxieties, but patients needed care no matter their disposition.

One afternoon, Rachel was in the cafeteria sipping cold water from her tumbler when her cell phone rang. Seeing her mum’s name, she answered right away. Hi mum, she greeted cheerfully, but her mother’s reply was laced with worry.

Rachel, I hate to bother you again, but my prescription just ran out and I’m feeling sick, her mother admitted softly. Rachel sighed in empathy. Mum, you should have told me sooner, don’t ever hesitate, she said.

Her mother fell silent a moment, then replied. I feel guilty asking for money so often, I know you’re working so hard, and you’re the only one we rely on. Rachel’s heart tightened.

She remembered how her mother and father had sacrificed so much for her to become a nurse, how her father passed away, leaving them all behind. Mum, please don’t feel bad, where would I be if not for you and dad? You two sacrificed a lot for me to finish school. When dad passed I promised him I’d look after you and my siblings, so please don’t say that, Rachel said softly.

Thank you honey, I’m so lucky to have a daughter like you, her mother replied, voice trembling. I’ll send some money first thing tomorrow, please buy your medicine right away, Rachel said, blinking back tears. Okay honey, take care, her mother added, before hanging up.

Rachel stared at her hands, the same hands that cared for countless patients every day, and yet were always struggling to earn enough to support her entire family. She never complained, but exhaustion weighed heavily on her shoulders. Being the sole provider meant there was no room to falter or break down.

One morning, when Rachel and Emily arrived at the hospital, everyone seemed busy. Calls echoed from the intercom, staff hurried about, and the smell of antiseptics filled the air. As they headed to their ward station, another nurse, Leah, approached.

Leah was one of the senior nurses. Rachel, Ms. Carter is asking for you in her office on the fourth floor, Leah said. Ms. Carter was the head nurse, and Tiffany’s aunt.

Why? Rachel asked. I’m not sure, she just said go see her immediately, Leah answered. Rachel swallowed, exchanging a glance with Emily.

Once Leah left, Emily turned to Rachel, eyes full of concern. Uh-oh, I bet it’s about assigning you to Mr. Hamilton, that’s exactly what happened to me before. Ms. Carter called me in, and the next thing I knew, I was his nurse, Emily whispered.

A rush of dread surged through Rachel, she shook her head, trying to calm herself. That can’t be it, we’re already short-staffed on our ward, so it’d be weird to pull me away, maybe she wants to talk about something else, Rachel said, though she felt her chest tighten. She took one slow breath after another, as she walked to the elevator, and rode it to the head nurse’s office.

She prayed silently that she wasn’t being reassigned to Mr. Hamilton, but with each step closer, her anxiety rose. She arrived at Ms. Carter’s door, and drew a deep breath, before gently knocking. Come in, came Ms. Carter’s voice, Rachel entered, heart pounding.

Ms. Carter sat behind the desk, flipping through a file, she looked up and went straight to the point. I’m transferring you, starting now, you’re Mr. Hamilton’s nurse, her tone was final. Rachel froze, momentarily, speechless.

Mom, could I request someone else? Remember what happened to Emily and all the other nurses? I’m scared, I’ve heard so many stories about him, I’m not sure I can handle it. Rachel confessed, her voice trembling. It doesn’t matter, Mr. Hamilton specifically asked for you to be his nurse while he’s here.

There’s no alternative, Ms. Carter said plainly. Rachel’s eyes widened in disbelief. Me? But we’ve never really met, she stammered.

I don’t know how he found out about you, but he was very clear, you’re the one he wants, and that’s that, now go, Ms. Carter said, handing over Mr. Hamilton’s medical chart. Feeling the weight of her fate, Rachel took the file and flipped it open. She learned that Mr. Hamilton was 76 years old and had stage 4 pancreatic cancer.

He had symptoms like severe abdominal pain, weakness, weight loss, and loss of appetite. He had undergone chemotherapy that was no longer effective, and he was in the hospital for palliative care. He’d refused any aggressive treatments because his body no longer tolerated them.

Rachel’s heart sank, she hadn’t realized just how serious the old man’s condition was. After leaving Ms. Carter’s office, Rachel walked slowly toward Mr. Hamilton’s room, sweat gathering in her palms. Fear gnawed at her.

Yet reading about his cancer also sparked pity in her, maybe that was why he was the way he was. Still, she couldn’t forget how he’d treated other nurses. She had no choice, though.

She opened his door, heart racing. Inside, she saw the old man lying in bed, hooked up to an IV and looking very frail. He glanced at her, and Rachel’s eyes widened.

It’s you! You’re the nurse who helped me get to the bathroom before- she blurted out, startled. Yes, and you’re taking forever to get over here, Mr. Hamilton retorted. He was curt, but Rachel realized she felt less scared than she had expected.

She introduced herself politely. I’m Nurse Rachel, and from now on, I’ll be assigned to you, Mr. Hamilton, she said. I know, I asked for you.

Did you think I’d forget your name? He snapped. Rachel smiled faintly. She began her duties, checking his vital signs, adjusting the IV, observing his skin for any pressure sores, and wiping his forehead with a cool cloth to reduce his fever.

How are you feeling today, sir? she asked, tucking the sheets around him. Heavy. Like I’m drained of energy, Mr. Hamilton muttered, voice hoarse but calmer than she’d expected.

I understand, sir. I’m here to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible, Rachel replied, smiling gently. She prepared his medication, explaining each one before giving them to him.

Throughout the entire day, Mr. Hamilton didn’t scream at her or curse or harm her in any way. Though he remained distant and spoke little, Rachel didn’t sense the hostility other nurses had described. When she finished her tasks, she gathered her supplies and turned to him.

I’ll be just outside, sir, if you need anything, she said, then left the room. Walking down the hallway, she couldn’t stop replaying the interaction in her mind. This Mr. Hamilton was different from the rumors.

That evening, she and Emily left the hospital together, the long day’s work weighing on them. But Rachel’s thoughts lingered on Mr. Hamilton. Emily promptly asked, Where were you assigned? I barely saw you all day.

Your hunch was correct. I got assigned to Mr. Hamilton, Rachel answered, looking at Emily, who gaped at her. Oh my gosh, you survived! Did he curse at you? Hit you? Kick you? Emily rattled off question after question, grabbing Rachel’s arm.

Rachel let out a small laugh. Calm down. No, he didn’t curse at me.

Didn’t touch me. He was cold, but that’s about it, Rachel explained. Are you sure? Maybe he’s just softening you up before he attacks, Emily joked.

Rachel rolled her eyes. He seems grouchy, but I think he’s just dealing with a lot. He’s sick, and he’s got it rough.

Honestly, I feel kind of sorry for him. I guess frustration can make people lash out, especially if they’re in constant pain. Emily gave Rachel a doubtful look.

You’re too nice, Rach. I do hope it stays that way for you. But I was terrified of him, she said, shrugging.

Rachel nodded. She also couldn’t help but wonder why Mr. Hamilton had specifically requested her as his nurse. Days went by, and Rachel was consistently assigned to him.

Though there were moments he got grumpy or snapped at her, Rachel never took it personally. She reminded herself he was in pain and stressed. Instead of arguing or getting offended, she tried to show him empathy, with meticulous care when administering his IV, making sure his medications were on time, and talking to him even when he didn’t respond much.

One morning, as Rachel headed into work, she passed a florist’s stall. She paused, thinking that in all the time Mr. Hamilton had been admitted, no one had ever visited him, and no one had ever brought flowers to his room. Unlike most patients who received visitors and gifts, she wondered whether he had any family.

She decided on the spot to buy a bouquet of orange tulips. At the hospital, she slipped into his room. He was seated against his pillows, staring at the window.

Rachel placed the flowers in a vase on the table. Good morning, Mr. Hamilton. I brought you some tulips, she said brightly.

He didn’t respond right away. Slowly, he turned his head to look at the blooms. He said nothing, yet tears gathered in his eyes.

Rachel pretended not to notice, sensing his vulnerability, and respectfully changed the subject, giving him space to process. On another morning, Rachel walked in to find an unusual heaviness in the atmosphere. Unlike before, Mr. Hamilton appeared deeply troubled, slumped against his pillows, refusing to look at her.

She carried a tray of his prescribed medications, part of their normal morning routine. But before she could speak, Mr. Hamilton swatted the tray aside. I don’t need that, he snapped.

Pills in small packages scattered across the floor, and the tray clanged loudly. Rachel gasped in shock as the pills scattered, and the water spilled onto the bed. She was alarmed, but refused to show panic.

What’s the point of taking those medicines? I know I’m going to die soon, maybe only a few months left. I’m just making myself suffer. Mr. Hamilton shouted, voice full of bitterness.

Rachel stayed silent as she looked at the old man. She didn’t see pure anger in his eyes, but exhaustion, fear, and loneliness. She took a deep breath, walked over, and sat on the edge of his bed.

Mr. Hamilton, I know it’s hard. I know you’re tired, in pain, and scared. None of us knows exactly how much time you have left.

But one thing I’m sure of. Your life isn’t over yet. If you’re still alive and waking up each morning, it means God still has a reason for keeping you here.

She said quietly, and with great understanding. Rachel paused for a moment and looked at Mr. Hamilton, who now hung his head, seemingly embarrassed at his own outburst. I know I can’t make your illness go away, but I want to remind you that you’re not alone.

As long as you’re here, I want you to feel that your life still matters. Rachel continued. A long silence followed, as though Mr. Hamilton were turning over every word in his mind.

Rachel knew she couldn’t change his outlook in an instant, but what mattered was that he’d heard what he needed to hear. Afterward, she quietly gathered the scattered pills, placing them back on the tray, then stood up. I’ll just get you a fresh set of medication, Mr. Hamilton, she said gently, before stepping out of the room.

When she returned, she offered him a new glass of water and replacement pills. This time, he accepted them and swallowed them without a word. Rachel said nothing either, but inwardly, she smiled.

She knew that little by little, she was making a difference in Mr. Hamilton’s heart. That afternoon, while Rachel quietly tended to Mr. Hamilton, she noticed that he seemed lost in thought. He wasn’t frowning or annoyed, as he had been in the past.

Instead, he stared out the window, watching the sky as the sun was setting. She decided to break the silence. That view outside sure is beautiful, isn’t it, Mr. Hamilton? She said, as she carefully adjusted his pillows.

Mr. Hamilton turned slightly and smiled wistfully. I haven’t paid attention to things like that for a long time. Ever since I found out I was dying, I stopped noticing any beauty around me, he said softly.

How come, sir? The sunset today is really beautiful, Rachel commented. Even before I got sick, I never took notice of things like sunsets, Mr. Hamilton replied. I was too busy with everything else.

Things I believed were the most important. But now that I’m here, I see that all those things don’t really matter. All the work, the business, the money, they’re pointless in the end, he said sadly.

Rachel couldn’t find an immediate response. The sorrow in his voice was unmistakable, and she could sense the heavy burden he carried. You know, Rachel, my entire life used to revolve around work and wealth.

Money and business were all I knew. I never bothered to figure out what truly makes a person happy, Mr. Hamilton went on. You mean to say you were never really happy? Rachel asked, astonished.

I suppose I was happy in some ways. Happy that my business was growing, happy that my bank account was getting bigger. But real joy? The kind where you can have nothing and still smile anyway? I never felt that, Mr. Hamilton said, shaking his head.

Rachel stayed quiet, letting him continue. I lost my daughter. She was my only child.

She was six and had a heart condition. I wasn’t there for her final days in the hospital. I didn’t even get to hold her hand before she passed, Mr. Hamilton said, his voice trembling and eyes brimming with tears.

Rachel felt a knot in her chest. She had no idea Mr. Hamilton had experienced such a tragedy. Where were you at the time? she asked gently.

In my office, in some important meeting. I chose that meeting over my child, completely unaware she was fighting for her life in the hospital. After that, my wife left me.

She blamed me for our daughter’s death. And honestly, I can’t blame her. Maybe she’s right.

If I’d been there at the hospital with my daughter, things might have turned out differently. Maybe she’d still be alive, Mr. Hamilton said regretfully. Rachel hadn’t realized she too was crying as she listened.

From that day on, I buried myself in work. I focused on getting richer instead of facing the pain of losing my wife and child. Now look at me.

I’m old, feeble and alone. I might have all the money in the world, but no one’s here with me. No one loves me.

He choked out. Rachel felt his heartbreak in every word. Still, she refused to believe it was truly the end for him.

She gently took his hand in hers. Mr. Hamilton, I know you can’t change the past or make up for everything you missed, but that doesn’t mean your life now has no purpose. Sometimes we focus so much on what we’ve lost that we fail to see what we still have.

Yes, money can make life easier, but it doesn’t guarantee genuine happiness. And please don’t think you’re alone. I’m here, as are all the other people caring for you in this hospital.

We may not be related by blood, but that doesn’t mean we can’t care about you as a person, Rachel said tenderly. Mr. Hamilton glanced up at her, looking as though he’d lost his voice. Tears rolled freely down his cheeks.

Rachel realized that maybe no one had ever shown him that kind of compassion. Moments passed before he spoke again. I’m old, Rachel, yet it feels like this is the first time I’ve heard anything like that.

Thank you, Mr. Hamilton whispered, letting out a little laugh. For the first time, Rachel saw a real smile on his face. It wasn’t forced or bitter, just a smile of gratitude and hope.

Over the following week, things improved between them. Gone was the cold, irritable Mr. Hamilton. In his place was a calmer, more cheerful man.

Sometimes he even joked with Rachel and the other nurses. I never thought I could laugh like this again, he remarked one morning as Rachel fixed his blankets. She smiled.

I’m glad to hear that, sir. There’s plenty of happiness in the world. It’s a shame if we ignore it and dwell only on sadness, Rachel replied.

Thank you, Rachel. Since you came here, I’ve somehow regained my old spirit. You managed to soften my hard heart, Mr. Hamilton said with a small laugh.

Oh no, Mr. Hamilton, you did that yourself. You decided to change your outlook on life, Rachel pointed out. With Mr. Hamilton more open, they often chatted about all sorts of things, from simple topics like favorite foods to deeper subjects like life and family.

We’ve been talking all about me. Now it’s your turn. What’s your story, Rachel? Mr. Hamilton suddenly asked.

His question caught Rachel off guard. She hadn’t expected him to be curious about her life, but she didn’t hesitate to respond. There’s nothing particularly special about me, sir.

I’m just an ordinary person, and I’m my family’s breadwinner, she explained. How many siblings do you have? he inquired. There are four of us.

I’m the oldest, so it’s kind of like I’m the second parent. My dad passed away early, so mom raised us all by herself. But as she’s gotten older, and her health has worsened, it’s my turn to support everyone, Rachel said.

It’s tough, especially when I was starting out in my job. I went through sleepless nights, days when I had no idea how I’d stretch my paycheck, and nights wondering if things would ever get easier. But no matter how hard it is, I never give up.

My family is my life, she said, smiling. You know, Rachel, people like you, who put family first, often receive the greatest blessings in life. Just keep doing what you’re doing, Mr. Hamilton commented.

I hope so, she said. Sometimes I wonder when I’ll have time for myself, Rachel admitted, staring into space as she spoke. Mr. Hamilton nodded, understanding.

Rachel, you’re doing right by caring for your family. I’m not saying that’s wrong, but don’t forget yourself. Life isn’t only about sacrifice.

Yes, your family is important, but so are you. If you always put others first, and ignore yourself, one day you might collapse from exhaustion or lose your way, he advised. Rachel bowed her head, absorbing his words.

They were true, it had been a long time since she considered what she wanted for herself. You don’t have to choose between yourself and them. You can take care of your family while caring for yourself.

Find things that also bring you happiness, Rachel, not just as a breadwinner, but as a person, Mr. Hamilton went on. She simply looked at him, feeling a warm glow in her chest. In that moment, Rachel felt she wasn’t merely a nurse caring for an elderly patient.

She felt that somehow, Mr. Hamilton had become like a father figure, someone who gave her genuine parental guidance. One afternoon, while Mr. Hamilton was asleep, Rachel busied herself organizing his belongings. Soon, Ms. Carter, their head nurse, entered with a big smile.

Rachel, I have something to tell you, Ms. Carter said. Rachel paused her task. What is it, ma’am? Rachel asked, suddenly nervous.

You’ve become the talk of the whole hospital, Ms. Carter replied. What? Why? Rachel asked, perplexed. Because you’ve managed to connect with Mr. Hamilton, you’re the only nurse who’s been able to melt that once grumpy patient’s heart, Ms. Carter explained.

I was just doing my job, Rachel replied, unable to hide a smile. You did more than that, Rachel. Not every nurse can accomplish what you did.

You didn’t just feed him and change his IVs, you transformed his entire perspective. That’s the real heart of nursing, Ms. Carter said. Before they could continue, Emily walked in, beaming.

Rachel, you’re famous now. Doctors and nurses alike are amazed at what you’ve done. You know who’s proudest of you? Me, your best friend, Emily teased.

You’re exaggerating, Rachel exclaimed, laughing. I’m not, it’s true. Everyone’s saying you have this special aura, like you’re so easy to get along with.

I wouldn’t be surprised if you become every patient’s favorite nurse, Emily said. Rachel chuckled. Despite their kidding, she felt a quiet happiness within herself.

It wasn’t the attention from others that made her happy, but the fact that she’d been able to help someone so profoundly. A moment later, Mr. Hamilton stirred. What are you all talking about over there? he asked, smiling.

Oh, sorry if we woke you up, Rachel said. They’re just talking about how much friendlier you are now. Well of course, how could I not be happy when I have Rachel here, treating me like family, Mr. Hamilton said with a grin.

See, even Mr. Hamilton thinks you’re amazing, Emily teased. Rachel smiled and turned to Mr. Hamilton. You know what? It’s not just me who changed you.

You changed me too. I’ll treasure your advice my whole life, Mr. Hamilton. Thank you, Rachel said.

Overcome with emotion, she couldn’t hold back her tears. She truly felt an unbreakable bond between them, more than just nurse and patient, something akin to real family. One midday, Rachel and Emily were in the cafeteria, happily chatting about their jobs and all the funny moments they’d had in the hospital.

You know, Rachel, if I weren’t a nurse, I might have become an actress. There’s so much drama in this hospital, it’s like a soap opera, Emily joked, biting into her sandwich. It’s true, Rachel said, laughing, but even with all the drama, I still find it rewarding to be a nurse.

As they spoke, Tiffany suddenly appeared, wearing a mocking grin. She took a seat across from Rachel and stared her down, making Rachel feel a little uneasy. You look really happy these days, Rachel.

Tell me, how did you manage to charm Mr. Hamilton so quickly? Tiffany asked. Tiffany, if you’re here to stir trouble, you should probably leave. Don’t ruin the good mood, Emily warned her, but Tiffany only smirked, eyes taunting.

Relax, I’m just asking how Rachel managed to accomplish that so fast, Tiffany said. What exactly do you mean? Rachel asked. Don’t play innocent, you know what I’m suggesting, Tiffany retorted.

Tiffany, if you have something to say, say it plainly, Rachel replied, refusing to let Tiffany intimidate her. I was just thinking maybe you did something special to get Mr. Hamilton to soften up so fast, Tiffany said, with a suggestive edge. It felt like the air in the cafeteria went cold.

Rachel stood abruptly, but before she could respond, Emily exploded in anger first. You are disgusting, Tiffany. Your name is Tiffany, but you act more like the devil himself.

You dare imply Rachel slept her way to Mr. Hamilton’s good side? Emily shouted. Tiffany just gave a sly laugh. All I’m saying is it’s weird.

One day the old man is as mean as can be, and the next, he’s so obedient to Rachel, it’s suspicious. Rachel struggled not to be consumed by rage at Tiffany’s accusation. She took a slow breath, meeting Tiffany’s gaze with her own steely stare.

I don’t need to justify myself to you, Tiffany. All I know is that I’ve been doing my job properly, and I don’t need any dirty tricks to earn a patient’s trust. You were assigned to Mr. Hamilton before, but not once did you bother to understand what he truly needed, Rachel said firmly.

Whatever, Tiffany muttered before turning and walking away. Rachel took several gulps of water to calm herself. She never expected Tiffany to stoop that low.

She knew Tiffany disliked her, but to spread vicious rumors was beyond belief. Oh, Rachel, don’t let her get to you. She’ll never be happy for your success, Emily reminded her.

You’re right, Emily. I won’t stoop to her level. The people who really matter know the truth, Rachel replied, taking a deep breath as she settled back into her seat.

No way would she let Tiffany’s words destroy her day. She had more important things to focus on than her co-worker’s malice. Early the next morning, Rachel headed into Mr. Hamilton’s room, tray of medications in hand.

The old man was already awake, sitting up and gazing out the window as though lost in thought. Good morning, Mr. Hamilton, she greeted cheerfully, placing the tray on the small bedside table. He glanced her way and gave a slight smile.

Oh, you’re here, Rachel, he said. Rachel carefully handed him his morning pills, which he swallowed without hesitation. Then he leaned back in bed.

Rachel, could you get my wallet from the drawer? Mr. Hamilton asked, pointing to the small nightstand. She did so without question, opening the drawer to find a black leather wallet. She handed it to him, and he opened it, eyes fixed on something inside.

A moment later, he carefully removed an old photograph. This, this is my daughter who passed away, Mr. Hamilton murmured, showing the picture to Rachel. She saw a little girl with a round face and big eyes.

Though the photo was faded, the girl’s happiness was evident. Your daughter was beautiful, Mr. Hamilton, Rachel said softly, full of sincerity. He sighed.

I regret never getting enough time with her, he said. Pain filled his voice. Rachel couldn’t imagine what it was like to lose a child.

I hope that when I finally go, I’ll see her again in heaven, Mr. Hamilton added, his voice shaking with sadness. Rachel immediately shook her head and took his hand firmly. Mr. Hamilton, you’ve still got time.

Please don’t lose hope. Sometimes miracles happen even when we think something is impossible. God can still work wonders, she said, hoping to lift his spirits.

He fell silent for a moment, then smiled a bit sadly. Thank you, Rachel, but I accept that my time is near. I’m old and tired, and I’m not scared to die anymore.

Still, there’s one last favor I’d like to ask of you before I go. Please don’t talk like that, sir, Rachel pleaded. He looked at her gently.

I won’t fool myself, Rachel, I can feel it. Any day now I might go. So I hope you can grant me one last request, he said.

She paused, seeing how serious he was. She decided to ask him what he meant. What is it, sir? She said, voice trembling slightly.

For one day, will you pretend to be my daughter? I just want to experience what it’s like to be a father again before I go. And if I could have a daughter, I’d choose you, Mr. Hamilton said, tears welling in his eyes. Rachel’s eyes widened in shock, momentarily unable to speak.

I’ll pay you a large amount, Rachel. I know you need money for your family, and for yourself, he added. She shook her head immediately.

No, Mr. Hamilton, there’s no need for payment. A daughter’s love isn’t bought. Even if we’re not related, there doesn’t have to be a price on my calling you dad if that makes you happy, Rachel answered.

Mr. Hamilton stared at her, speechless. Slowly, his expression shifted from sorrow to deep gratitude. His hands trembled as he put his daughter’s photo back in his wallet and wiped away the tears streaming down his face.

Even though he said nothing, Rachel felt his overwhelming thankfulness. The next day, Rachel visited the office of one of the hospital’s senior doctors, Dr. Roberts, a kindly older physician who held a high position. She told him Mr. Hamilton wanted to be discharged just for a day, his final wish before passing away.

Doc, just one day. I want to take Mr. Hamilton out so he can go somewhere meaningful. I promise we’ll be back before nightfall, Rachel pleaded.

Rachel, you know we don’t normally allow patients in his condition to go out, especially someone as frail as Mr. Hamilton. It could be dangerous if he gets overtired, Dr. Roberts replied. Rachel understood that but she also knew Mr. Hamilton’s wish was more important now.

Doc, we’ll have a driver with us and I’ll personally make sure he won’t overexert himself. Please, just for one day, she insisted. Dr. Roberts studied her in silence, then sighed.

If it were any other nurse asking, I might say no. But alright, I’ll allow it. Rachel’s face lit up.

She thanked Dr. Roberts profusely before leaving his office. When Rachel told Mr. Hamilton that he’d been cleared to leave the hospital for a day, he was ecstatic. He dressed in comfortable clothes and outside the hospital waited one of his SUVs.

The driver opened the door while Rachel helped Mr. Hamilton climb in. Their first destination was a small park near a slow-moving river. Upon stepping out of the vehicle, Mr. Hamilton gazed at the green trees and watched the gentle current.

They began walking slowly. My daughter and I used to come here often, he said, smiling faintly. We’d have picnics and she loved to float little paper boats in the water.

Rachel glanced at the river, where a few kids were indeed playing with paper or wooden boats. They strolled carefully, heading to the water’s edge. And with each step, Rachel felt the weight of Mr. Hamilton’s memories.

But she also felt glad that she was helping him revisit a place he once enjoyed with his daughter. Afterward, they went to an old ice cream parlor. I used to bring her here whenever she wanted something sweet, Mr. Hamilton remarked, watching the small shop.

They went inside and placed their orders, sitting by the window while waiting. Rachel noticed his breathing was a bit heavy. Dad, are you okay? she asked quietly, using the word he’d wanted to hear.

I’m fine, honey. Actually, I’m happy I get to hear someone call me dad again. It’s like I’m filling in a little of the void I felt from losing my daughter, he replied, smiling.

When their ice cream arrived, they talked about the good memories he had of his daughter. Rachel listened attentively, refusing to dwell on his illness. After ice cream, they headed to a bookstore, because his daughter had loved reading.

How about you, Rachel? Do you like reading? Mr. Hamilton asked. Once upon a time, yes, but now I barely have time, she admitted. Would you like a book, honey? he asked.

Dad, you don’t have to… she began, but he cut her off. I want to give you a gift. I want you to remember this day, Mr. Hamilton said firmly.

Rachel smiled. After a few minutes of browsing, she chose a title and handed it to him. Are you sure this is the one you want? he asked.

Yes, dad, she said. He paid for it, then before leaving, wrote a note on the inside cover. For Rachel, my child who brought light back into my life.

Reading it made Rachel tear up, though she tried to hide it so he could just enjoy the day. Before the day ended, they went to a big shopping mall. Rachel assumed they were just there to eat, but Mr. Hamilton led her into an upscale clothing store, telling her to pick out whatever she liked.

Dad, I don’t need expensive clothes, Rachel protested. Don’t argue, he said. It’s been so long since I got to shop with a daughter, let me experience it again, he insisted gently.

She looked at him and knew she couldn’t refuse. She picked a simple floral dress, but he wasn’t satisfied and kept insisting she choose more clothes, plus a bag and shoes. At the checkout counter, Mr. Hamilton was all smiles, as if, for a moment, he’d gone back in time to when he could happily spoil a daughter.

When evening came, they headed back to the hospital. In the car, Rachel stared out the window, feeling the day had passed too quickly. Just that morning, they’d been strolling in the park, laughing in the ice cream shop, shopping at the mall, then, in the blink of an eye, they were going back.

She noticed Mr. Hamilton’s breathing was shallow, so she glanced over. He smiled at her, eyes half-closed. Dad, she whispered.

Yes, my child, he responded, opening his eyes. Are you happy, sir? she asked, struggling to contain the ache in her chest. He smiled.

More than you know, dear, I’ve waited so long for a day like this. I never thought I’d feel it again. Thank you, Rachel, he said, gently squeezing her hand.

She returned his smile, trying not to let him see the tears threatening to overflow. She knew it wouldn’t be long until life took him away, just as it had taken her own father. When they arrived at the hospital, a few nurses greeted them.

Rachel helped him out of the SUV and guided him back to his room. As she fixed his bed, she felt her heart constrict. She couldn’t shake the knowledge that eventually, he would leave her, just like her father had.

When she’d finished tidying the bed, she turned to him. Dad, you can lie down now. I’ll be heading out, she said.

He looked at her and gently took her hands. Thank you for today, my child. I’ll never forget it, Mr. Hamilton whispered.

Rachel couldn’t hold back her tears. She clung tightly to his hands, as if she never wanted to let go. I don’t know how to repay you, Dad.

I’ll keep praying God gives you more days, she said, voice trembling. Mr. Hamilton stroked her hair the way a real father would. I won’t forget you, Rachel.

Thank you, he repeated, smiling. Her heart felt so heavy she didn’t want to leave, but there was no choice. His hands slipped from hers.

Wiping her tears, she finally said goodbye. As she cast one last glance from the doorway, she saw him sitting on the bed, gazing at her with a gentle smile. Only after closing the door did she break down, sobbing in the hallway.

She couldn’t keep it inside any longer. She grieved, wishing she could have more time, but there was nothing she could do. Early the next morning, Rachel entered the hospital in high spirits, walking beside Emily, linking arms as they chatted.

You wouldn’t believe how wonderful yesterday was, Em. Mr. Hamilton and I did so many things. He took me to the park, we ate ice cream, and even went shopping.

I really felt like I was his daughter, Rachel recounted happily. Emily smiled. You look so radiant, Rachel.

I bet Mr. Hamilton was just as happy. At least you got to relax too, Emily remarked, but as soon as they stepped inside, Ms. Carter appeared. Her face was grim, which worried Rachel.

Rachel, I have something to tell you, Ms. Carter said in a subdued voice. What is it, ma’am? Rachel asked. Ms. Carter took a deep breath and spoke.

Rachel, Mr. Hamilton is gone. What do you mean? Rachel froze as though weighed down by a heavy, invisible force. She blinked, unable to grasp her meaning.

He passed away last night. He had a heart attack in his sleep. But please take comfort.

He went peacefully, Ms. Carter said sadly. For a moment, Rachel couldn’t speak. All the happiness she felt disappeared, replaced by heartbreak.

No, that can’t be true. She shook her head in disbelief. Her tears fell before she could hold them back.

She backed away. That’s not true. We just talked last night, she cried.

She bolted down the hall, ignoring Emily and Ms. Carter calling after her. She raced to Mr. Hamilton’s room, but it was empty, silent. Everything had been tidied up.

With trembling knees, she sank onto the bed and clutched a pillow, sobbing uncontrollably. Emily quietly entered moments later, gently embracing her from behind. Rachel just cried, unable to accept the truth, that the man who had made her feel a father’s love again was now gone.

She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. Despite Emily’s comforting presence, she felt a deep, raw pain in her chest, reminding her she would never see Mr. Hamilton again. That first night of Mr. Hamilton’s wake, Rachel went to his large home where his viewing was taking place.

His casket was white, surrounded by white flowers. When she stepped closer to see him, she started crying. Anew.

Next to the casket was a youthful photo of Mr. Hamilton, far different from the frail man she’d known in the hospital. There were only a few people there, a couple of the old man’s friends, some household staff, and the driver who had driven them around the day they spent together. Then came the day of the burial, with only a small gathering present.

Rachel couldn’t believe that so few people were there to bid him goodbye. She could only imagine the loneliness of his life. Still, she felt honored to have brightened his last days.

As the coffin was lowered into the grave, Rachel stood at the edge, tears streaming down her face. She let them fall freely. There was nothing else she could do but accept that he was gone.

She knew he wasn’t really her father, and she knew they’d only pretended for a single day. But in that short time, he’d given her the warmth of a fatherly love she had missed for so long. She gazed up at the sky, believing that wherever Mr. Hamilton was now, he was happy, reunited with his daughter at last.

Despite her grief, Rachel chose to return to work. She realized it was better to stay occupied than to let her sorrow consume her. But no matter how busy she kept, she would occasionally stop in her tracks and remember Mr. Hamilton.

In time, a vicious rumor about Rachel spread throughout the hospital, that she and Mr. Hamilton had had an affair, and she’d used her body to make him treat her kindly. At first, Rachel was upset, but Emily reminded her that they both knew the truth, and that was all that mattered. A few days later, Rachel was in the stockroom organizing medication when Emily came rushing in.

«‘Rachel, I found out who’s been spreading that rumor about you,’ Emily whispered. Rachel didn’t speak at first. «‘Who?’ she asked, a trace of worry in her voice.

«‘I heard it myself in the nurses’ station. Tiffany, she admitted she made everything up just to ruin you. I even recorded what she said, so I have proof,’ Emily said angrily.

Rachel was speechless. She knew Tiffany hated her, but she never thought she’d resort to such a baseless story. At that moment, Tiffany walked in unexpectedly.

Rachel wasted no time confronting her. «‘Tiffany, we need to talk,’ Rachel said calmly. Tiffany raised an eyebrow.

«‘I’d rather not. I don’t talk to women who use their bodies to seduce a dying old man. You disgust me, Rachel.’ Tiffany sneered.

«‘You know that’s not true. Answer me. Did you spread that rumor that Mr. Hamilton and I had a relationship?’ Rachel asked.

«‘Yes, I did. So what if I did? And it’s true anyway. You used your body to cozy up to Mr. Hamilton, right? How much money did you make off him?’ Tiffany pressed.

«‘That’s a lie. What did I ever do to deserve this from you? He’s gone now. Why drag his name into your lies?’ Rachel fired back, voice shaking with anger.

«‘It doesn’t matter, Rachel. I’ve succeeded in spreading a story people will believe. Didn’t I say I’d get you kicked out of this hospital? This is it.

I bet you’re so ashamed you’ll just quit. Unless you’re shameless enough to stay,’ Tiffany said, letting out a triumphant laugh. But all of them were stunned when Ms. Carter, the head nurse and Tiffany’s aunt, suddenly entered the stockroom.

Her face was dark as she fixed Tiffany with a piercing glare. «‘Tiffany, is it true what I just heard? That you’re spreading false rumors about Rachel and Mr. Hamilton?’ Ms. Carter asked in a frosty tone. Tiffany said nothing, fear evident on her face.

«‘Aunt, I don’t know what they’re talking about,’ she stammered. «‘You don’t know?’ Emily cut in. «‘Ms.

Carter, I heard Tiffany myself. She confessed to other nurses that she’d made up the story to ruin Rachel. I recorded her.

I have evidence. She’s wanted to get Rachel out of here for a long time. She hates her,’ Emily said, anger flaring.

Ms. Carter’s eyes widened and she turned to Tiffany again. This time, disappointment overshadowed her anger. «‘You’ve disgraced yourself, Tiffany.

I never thought you’d do something like this. You know we don’t tolerate this kind of behavior in this hospital. For all the skill you show in your work, you have an equally appalling talent for slander.

I promise there will be disciplinary action for you. This hospital is no place for spite and envy, Tiffany, and I don’t care if we’re related,’ Ms. Carter said fiercely. She then turned and walked out.

Tiffany tried to catch her. «‘Aunt, please, wait!’ she called, grabbing for her aunt’s arm. But Ms. Carter shook her off as though disgusted.

Rachel stood silently. Even though Tiffany was finally getting the consequences she deserved, Rachel felt no satisfaction, only pity. She could see how envy and hatred had consumed Tiffany’s heart.

One morning, Rachel had the day off and stayed at Emily’s house, where she was still living. Emily wasn’t home because she’d gone to the market with her mother. Rachel felt a sense of relief that her name had finally been cleared with Ms. Carter’s help.

Tiffany had been terminated from the hospital. Yet every day, Rachel’s thoughts still drifted to Mr. Hamilton. As she swept the small living room, she heard a knock at the door.

She opened it and saw a man in a white shirt, black slacks, and dress shoes. «‘Good day. I’m Attorney Robert Sandoval.

Are you Ms. Rachel Reyes?’ the man asked. «‘I am,’ she replied, puzzled. «‘Is there something I can help you with?’ «‘May we speak inside?’ the lawyer asked.

Rachel let him in, and once seated, he opened a folder and took out some documents. «‘I’m here to inform you that in Mr. Hamilton’s final will, he left you a substantial portion of his estate,’ he declared. Rachel’s eyes widened.

Her whole body went cold. «‘I’m sorry. What did you say?’ she stammered.

«‘He bequeathed to you a large share of his assets—farmland in Montana, a vacation house in Colorado, and money in the bank,’ Attorney Sandoval clarified. «‘No, if that’s true, I can’t accept it,’ Rachel insisted. The lawyer smiled gently and handed her the documents.

«‘I understand how you feel, but you need to know that Mr. Hamilton thought this through. This was his way of repaying you. A few days before he passed, he often mentioned how deeply you cared for him, not because you were his nurse, but because you genuinely had compassion for him.

He wanted you to have this, Rachel, so please accept it. That will make him happy wherever he is,’ the attorney explained. Rachel stared at the papers in her hands, struggling to process it all.

She remembered Mr. Hamilton once telling her that people who put others first are granted big blessings. She never dreamed that blessing would come directly from him. A few days later, she went to the cemetery to visit Mr. Hamilton’s grave.

It was late afternoon, and the sun was beginning to set. She held a bouquet of tulips, his favorite flowers, and stepped slowly toward his gravestone, reading the marble plaque bearing his name. She let out a sigh.

A few weeks had passed since his death, but she still felt the sting of losing him. She gently laid the flowers on his grave. «‘Mr.

Hamilton, I’m here to thank you. I never expected you’d leave me such a huge blessing. At first, uh, I couldn’t accept it.

I felt I wasn’t worthy, but I remembered what you said once, that people with good hearts receive blessings beyond their imagination. I’m not sure if I’m a good person, but I promise I’ll use everything you left me in the right way,’ Rachel said, letting her tears fall, though they were tears of gratitude now, not just grief. After a few moments, she wiped her eyes and offered a faint smile, pressing a light kiss to her palm and touching it to the headstone.

Then she turned and walked away. Despite everything, Rachel continued working as a nurse. She didn’t waste the gift Mr. Hamilton had left her.

She shared it with Emily’s family to repay them for their unwavering help. It was her way of thanking them for supporting her when she’d felt so alone. She also opened a small flower shop and a small restaurant, enterprises to make the most of the funds Mr. Hamilton had given her.

She bought a house and land where her mother and siblings could live together once again. As she built this new life, Rachel never stopped thanking Mr. Hamilton, not just for the wealth he’d entrusted to her, but for the lessons he taught her, that the true value of riches isn’t measured in money, but in kindness, love, and generosity. She realized that the goodness a person shows to another can come back in ways you’d never expect.