Single Mom of Four Buys Used Car, Owner Tells Her to Look In Trunk When She Gets Home

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I never imagined I’d end up a single mother of four kids, let alone struggling to make ends meet.

When Adam walked out on us, I was pregnant with our fourth child. He thought it was difficult to raise four children with me.

With no support from him, I was left to fend for my children. Bills piled up while diapers and milk became luxuries I could barely afford.


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I had to act fast, so I searched tirelessly for work, dragging myself from one employer to another, only to hear the same thing.

“We can’t hire a mom with young kids. Something always comes up.”

Out of options, I expanded my search to a nearby city. I begged my neighbors to watch the kids, then spent my last cash on a cab.

By some miracle, I landed a housekeeping job at a hotel. The manager’s words were a relief I hadn’t felt in months.


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“We need staff, especially for summer,” he said. “You’re hired.”

I was super excited until I realized commuting to the hotel would cost more than I could afford. I needed a car, even if it was just a beat-up one. At least I wouldn’t have to pay hefty taxi fares every day.

Soon, I found an old sedan online and called the owner, Jeff.

“Could you sell it for $5000?” I asked. “I know it’s less than you’re asking, but I’m a single mom, and this car would change our lives.”


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He was silent for a while before finally speaking up.

“I’ll do it for $5000 if you can bring the money tomorrow.”

“I will… I definitely will!” I said, unaware of where I’d get the money from. “Thank you so much, Jeff.”

That night, I struggled to sleep. I had no savings and terrible credit. I knew the bank would instantly reject my loan application.

In a panic, I realized the only thing of value I had left was my late mom’s gold necklace. It was an heirloom passed down for generations.


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Selling it felt like betraying her, but I had no choice.

“I’m so sorry, Mom,” I whispered, clutching the necklace as I headed to the pawnshop the next day.

Tears blurred my vision when the appraiser told me it was worth $5500. It was enough to buy the car and even cover groceries for a week.

Later that evening, I handed Jeff the money.

“You have no idea what this means to us,” I said, unable to hold back tears of gratitude. “I never thought I could buy a car.”


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He smiled warmly as he handed me the keys. “Congratulations, Jennifer. You deserve this.”

Then, as I prepared to drive off, he called out, “Oh, check the trunk when you get home. I left something for your kids.”

I got so caught up in my new routine for the next few days that I completely forgot about Jeff’s mysterious words.

Days later, while cleaning the car, I found a note in the glove compartment.


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I hope the gift in the trunk helps you and your kids, it read.

Curious, I opened the trunk.

At first, I only saw the white envelope I had used to pay for the car. Confused, I picked it up and opened it.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the $5,000 still in there.

Jeff had given the money back to me, and I wasn’t expecting that at all.

I crumpled to the ground and cried like a baby. I wondered if Jeff really knew what he’d done for me. I needed to talk to him.

So, I drove straight back to the dealership after work. I found him standing outside, and the moment he saw me, he knew why I was there.

“Why would you do this?” I asked.

He smiled kindly. “The world throws challenges at us, Jennifer. You’ve proven your strength. I figured you could use the money more than I could. Just promise me one thing, you’ll pay it forward someday, okay?”

I smiled between tears and nodded.

Then, I thanked him and left the dealership, but his words stayed with me.

That day, I realized kindness could come from the most unexpected places, and it gave me hope for the future. Hope for myself and my children.

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