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They Mocked Her for Helping an Poor Old Woman — Not Knowing She's Mafia Boss's Mother

They Mocked Her for Helping an Poor Old Woman — Not Knowing She's Mafia Boss's Mother That year, Ellie Morgan was twenty seven, thin and beautiful, her green eyes still holding a glimmer of hope even as hunger growled in her stomach. Each morning, she left a cramped studio apartment on Chicago’s South Side, where she lived with her sixteen year old younger brother, and stepped into the street under the skin cutting cold of the Windy City. The bag she carried held only a bottle of water and a cheap granola bar, the only lunch she allowed herself. She worked as a server at The Kensington, one of the most upscale restaurants in the city. The pay was low. The guests were demanding. The coworkers were cruel. But Ellie was still grateful, because it meant Jamie could keep going to school, and the landlord would stay quiet for one more month. On her way to work, there was a narrow alley beside St. Patrick’s Church. And in that alley, every single day, an old woman sat there. Her coat was torn to shreds. Her cloth shoes had soles worn down to nothing. Her silver hair was tangled like a crow’s nest. People called her Old Mary, though no one knew what her real name was. Passersby avoided her the way they’d avoid a mangy dog. Sometimes young men would kick her begging cup away just for fun. People whispered that she had no family, no past, nothing at all but a piece of cardboard and the cold of Chicago. But there was one thing no one paid attention to, her gray eyes, sharp and brilliantly alert, eyes that didn’t look like the eyes of a homeless woman. One night, rain came down in sheets, and Ellie got off work late. The Chicago wind lashed her face like slaps. As she passed the alley, she saw Old Mary huddled there in the rain, with nothing to shield her but a cardboard sheet soaked through. Her lips were turning purple. Her whole body shook violently. Ellie stopped. She had twelve dollars in her pocket, a full day’s tips, money she needed to buy milk and eggs for Jamie. Her little brother was hungry at home. But the old woman in front of her was freezing to death. Ellie took off the only coat she owned, the coat her mother had left behind before she died, and laid it over the old woman’s shoulders. Then she ran to Lou’s Diner on the corner. Please, ma’am. Her voice trembled as she stood at the counter. That leftover beef stew, could I have it? I’ll pay you back later. The owner looked her up and down, then glanced out the window, where Old Mary was huddled in the rain. For you, or for that addict out there? For her, Ellie swallowed hard. She’ll freeze to death if she doesn’t have something warm in her stomach. ⚠️ DISCLAIMER - Touching Boss Stories This channel features original fictional stories created for entertainment and emotional storytelling. Fictional Content: All characters, names, and events are products of imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life situations is purely coincidental. Creative Direction: All stories are human-led and human-directed. AI technology is utilized solely as a tool to assist with visuals and narration to enhance the viewer experience. Purpose: Our content is designed for dramatic and entertainment purposes only. #darkromancestory #mafialovestories #waitressmafiastory #mafiaromance #heartwarmingstories