Jewelry Found in a Well: Girl’s Courageous Act of Kindness

Girl Finds Box of Jewelry in a Well and Returns It to Rightful Owner Against Her Mother’s Wishes — Story of the Day

Bella turns to her paintings for comfort during her parents’ never-ending disputes. However, she chooses to seek some privacy after being horrified by her stepmother’s avarice while having a picnic. As she wanders off, she comes across an enigmatic well and finds something that truly tests her sincerity.

There was a family driving to a picnic. Bella was perched in the back seat of their ancient, wobbly car, her sketchbook propped up on her knees and her pencil skimming the page.

Bella was engrossed in her own world of lines and shadows, conjuring up characters and scenery that were visible only to her, while the countryside passed quickly. Drawing had always been her escape from the daily conflicts that frequently broke out at home.

Thomas, her father, was in the front, his knuckles white with strain as he held the driving wheel. Denise, her stepmother, was furiously fuming next to him. Her tone was so cutting and piercing that it always made Bella’s stomach turn.

In agonizing detail, Denise enumerated all the ways Thomas failed. His pay was ridiculous, his beat-up old automobile an embarrassment, and he was incomparable in every way to the husbands of her acquaintances.

Bella tried to ignore it, concentrating hard on her drawing. She drew a picture of a serene forest, picturing herself strolling through it, far from the critical remarks that filled the car.

Her imagination was a useful tool, making the cacophony seem far away and unimportant.

“Bella… Bella!” Abruptly, Denise’s words broke through her reverie. Bella flinched, causing her pencil to slide and make an accidental mark on the paper.

“Are you hearing me correctly? Come over here to me!”

Bella’s heart fell as she glanced up. “What’s up, mom?

“Tell your father what you told me this morning,” Denise commanded, her gaze hardening.

Bella paused, staring at her father, who appeared discouraged and tired. She whispered, “I want to go to art school.”

Thomas’s eyebrows lifted in astonishment. He questioned, obviously perplexed, “So what?”

“So what? You have money for your daughter’s meaningless hobbies but not for your wife?” With evident rage, Denise raised her voice.

“Why is it meaningless? What’s the issue, she enjoys drawing?” With a tinge of defiance in his voice, Thomas answered.

“If she were Van Gogh, we would have noticed, but this is just a waste of time!” Denise spit back.

Bella felt a mixture of embarrassment and frustration boil in her cheeks. She desired to vanish into her sketchbook and return to the woodland she had depicted.

She couldn’t figure out why her passion for painting led to so many arguments. It was a lifeline to her, more than just a pastime.

Bella had already checked out, but Denise carried on with her tirade. Once more, she let her pencil to glide over the page as she drew the specifics of a fantastical setting in which her family was content and encouraging.

There were just words of peace and understanding in this world, no biting criticism or angry remarks. More than just a means of escape, drawing helped her cope with and weather the emotional storms that frequently swept through her home.

Denise and Thomas began unpacking their belongings at the picnic area, moving with stiff, jerky movements that suggested they were still unhappy over the dispute in the car.

It was as if a black cloud were hovering above them, and Bella could feel the tension in the air. Seeking a diversion from their frigid quiet, she surveyed her surroundings.

She saw paper plates, cans, and wrappers left by past guests strewn about the grassy area like bits of trash. She scowled, a mixture of despair and frustration on her face. How could somebody be that irresponsible? Choosing to clean it up, she went to the car and got a plastic bag.

“Why are you digging through the trash, Bella?” A harsh voice broke the silence, Denise’s. “You’ll ruin your clothes, and we won’t buy you new ones!”

Bella felt a twinge of annoyance and hesitated for a second before continuing. She was unable to leave the area unclean. No one could appreciate the beauty of nature if everyone disposed of their waste properly. She got a little satisfaction from cleaning up the picnic area while she worked.

Out of nowhere, she noticed something dazzling on the grass. As she knelt, she noticed a wallet partially veiled by foliage. Her interest piqued, she picked it up and wiped the dirt from it.

Even though it appeared to have been there for some time, it was still whole. Excitement raced through her when she thought she might have discovered something significant.

“Take a look at what I discovered! We must return the wallet that was misplaced by someone.” Bella ran to her parents after exclaiming.

Thomas, her father, looked up, nodded, and retrieved her pocketbook. He opened it and began looking inside for a phone number or some kind of identification. Curious as ever, Denise leaned down and her gaze instantly locked on the money within.

Thomas discovered a phone number-studded memo stuffed inside one of the wallet’s pockets. He said, “found it,” and took out his phone to dial the number. Denise took the wallet from him, her fingers lingering on the cash as he was on the phone.

A man showed up less than 30 minutes later, appearing appreciative and relieved. “I really appreciate it! My financial cards and paperwork are in this wallet. I believed it to be permanently lost.”

Bella saw the shift in the man’s expression as he looked inside after Denise gave him the wallet. Confused, he added, “Uh, the money I had in here is missing.”

Fast-forward to when Denise said, “We found it like that, without any money.” She was tough in her tone, but Bella knew better. She was familiar with the money. I guess Denise took it.

Bella was so overcome with guilt and rage that she was unable to continue the lie. Her eyes hurting from tears, she turned and ran. She had to leave, find a location where decency and kindness were still valued.

With her feet crunching on the fallen leaves and twigs beneath her, she strolled aimlessly into the woodland. She made an effort to get over her disappointment and rage at what had transpired with the pocketbook.

Her thoughts started to clear as she strolled, and she became aware of the beauty all about her. Soft, golden shafts of sunlight streamed through the deep, green canopy of the forest.

Abruptly, she broke out of the trees and was met with a massive home. The mansion was opulent, including tall, graceful windows and ivy clinging to the walls.

It was majestic and lovely in spite of its dilapidated aspect. As she got closer, Bella was struck with awe at the intricate detailing of the buildings and the overgrown gardens.

She noticed an ancient stone well in the front yard as she strolled around the estate. She hurried over to investigate, curious what was within.

She could hardly see the bottom of the deep well. She noticed something dazzling that glinted in the low light. She resolved to try and get it back since her curiosity was too strong to resist.

Bella carefully lowered the bucket that was attached to the well in an attempt to direct it in the direction of the shining object. She leaned over the edge more and more, her hand firmly holding onto the rope.

She abruptly lost her equilibrium and fell into the well headfirst. She was covered in dirt and felt a little startled, but she wasn’t wounded in the brief fall.

Bella got up, examined her wounds, and then peered about. She saw the dazzling object soon; it was a small, elaborate jewelry box. She took it up, sweeping away the dirt, and gave it a thorough inspection.

The box was exquisitely made, with elaborate patterns engraved all over it. Her voice rang out, but it was met with silence. It was obvious that from the bottom of the well, nobody could hear her.

Bella packed the jewelry box into her backpack and started to climb, determined to get away. She found tiny footholds with her hands and pushed against the walls with her feet.

She was adamant even though the task was slow and challenging. She reached the top at last, after what seemed like a lifetime, and hauled herself out, breathless and filthy.

She opened the box to discover what was inside as soon as she was outside. She unzipped the tiny bag that was inside without much delay.

She was astounded to see dozens of brilliantly sparkling jewels, including necklaces, earrings, and rings, as her eyes grew wider. There was an old yellowed letter beside the jewels. Bella gently unfolded it and read:

“I am giving my daughter Rosa these jewels. I’ve kept these here because I’m afraid my older son would grab everything after I die and leave nothing for his sister.”

“What do you have there?” Bella jumped as her voice broke the solitude and was Denise’s. She spun around to see her stepmother staring at the jewelry box from behind her.

“Oh my God! You’ve finally accomplished something worthwhile and discovered a treasure for us!” Denise yelled and grabbed the box.

“It’s not owned by us! This box must be given back to the person who belongs in that home.” Bella held the box close to her chest and insisted.

“In that estate? Do you really think this way? We’re just scraping by, and they’re already wealthy! We require this money even more.” With a glint in her eyes, Denise countered.

Bella gave a sharp shake of her head. “It’s not ours!”

Denise softened her voice and said, “Dear, I promise you, if you give me the box, we’ll pay for your art school.”

Bella wavered, her heart aching for the lure of art school. But she was aware of what was proper.

She turned and hurried toward the mansion, holding the jewelry box tightly, her expression intent. She could not compromise the writer’s confidence or her own integrity.

Bella rapped on the hefty wooden door and waited anxiously. A few moments afterward, the door creaked open to show an elderly woman with a sweet smile and kind eyes. “Hey, sweetheart. The woman said softly, “Can I assist you?

With hesitation, the girl said, “What is your name?”

When the woman noticed the box and letter in Bella’s hands, her eyes widened in shock. “My name is Rosa,” she murmured, emotion palpating in her voice.

“Hello, this is Bella,” she said, extending the letter and jewelry box. “In the outside well, I discovered this. I believe it is yours.”

Rosa was astounded; she knew what was in the package, but her eyes were unreal.

“This belonged to my mom! These jewels have been out of my reach for years! We may have lost this mansion that has been in our family for many centuries if it weren’t for them.”

Rosa read the letter with tears starting to spring up in her eyes. “I’m grateful, Bella. Her voice was strangled with appreciation as she replied, “You have no idea how much this means to me. “Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

Bella shook her head, flushed. “No, ma’am. I’m not in need of anything,” she retorted quietly. However, Rosa noticed the sketchbook sticking out of Bella’s backpack.

She carefully took Bella’s sketchbook from her backpack and turned the pages, asking, “Do you like drawing?”

“Yes, I do,” Bella said, a little awkward.

Rosa gave me a kind grin. “Remember that goodness always finds its way back to you, my dear. You deserve to pursue your aspirations since you are a gifted artist.”

When Bella got back to her parents, Denise started yelling at her for returning the box. “How were you able to? That money was necessary for us.”

Bella was about to reply when Thomas interrupted, speaking firmly. “It’s enough, Denise. Bella made the proper decision. Perhaps you should look for a new family if you are unable to accept it.”

Startled by Thomas’s sudden boldness, Denise became silent. The family drove home with a renewed sense of serenity as the stress subsided.

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