Story Of Thank You Ma'am Novels & Stories

Nobody ever thanked me for anything. "Thank you for what?" I asked. "Thank you for not giving up on me," she whispered. "For paying the ransom. For. for making sure I didn't wind up in some crappy hole." I breathed out. "I did what was right." Grace shuddered a breath. "They arrested me, you know."

“No ma. I should be the one thanking you. If not for you I would have lost my job and I have a family to feed. So thank you ma.” “It's alright. Call Ann for me on your way out.”

Mary started shaking her head but then realized it was rude not to answer a question properly. “No, Father, I don’t need any help,” she began, but then thought it might be best to explain. “I come here to thank God for all the people he has sent to help me. I want to help others as they have helped me. I don’t have a lot of money, but I always put something in the alms box,” she continued. --- Father Link looked at Mary; her words astounded him. It was rare such a young person came to give thanks for what others had done for them. He felt he wanted to know more.

I thanked the maid that helped me and requested her name - she told me it was Eva. I was so grateful for her assistance and as we talked, I caught the aroma of well cooked dried fish with rice sauce. I maintained my composure in front of Eva, thinking I wouldn't disgrace myself as the daughter of the late great Alpha Mathias by begging for food; petty act. I gave Eva a nod and expressed my profound gratitude once again for her kindness. My father, the late Alpha Mathias, raised me to always show appreciation for any act of goodwill, no matter how small.

But she was still here; she took care of me even better. “I don't need anything more, Amia. The truth is that I want you to leave me here so that I can rest.” She took the things on the table and put them on the tray with a smile. “If that's what you want, ma'am.” Amia turned back on me. I remembered that I had never thanked her. I cleared my throat, and she turned to me. “Amia, thank you for the delicious food. I am very happy,” I said with a sincere smile on my lips.

"It really is nice to finally meet you, Adelaide." My momma's eyes glistened with moisture. "Thank you, Silvia, that means more than you know." A stillness fell over the dining room, a calm like that following a storm. Maybe that was what it was. The storm had passed and we were all here. "Now it's my turn," Momma said, "to thank you. I don't know who all is responsible for saving me..." She smiled, her eyes sparkling in a way I couldn't recall witnessing. "...kidnapping me but thank you."

I said wholeheartedly as I am already starting to get emotional. "Thank you so much for letting me in here in your mansion and for feeding me as well. Almost all of the foods I ate here was just the first time I tasted and saw in person because we did not have enough money to buy those kinds of expensive foods and I can only see them in pictures so I am really grateful to all of you, especially to you Ma'am Amanda, because you all let me experience eating those kinds of foods. "Thank you also for helping me to not give up on my life despite the challenges I am facing and thank you very much for taking care of me without asking for any compensation. I am so really lucky because I met all of y

"You're an amazing sister, and we love you so much." Angela turned to Ma'am Maria, who had been like a second mother to her. She walked up to her with a heart full of gratitude and embraced her tightly. "Thank you, Ma'am Maria," she whispered. "You took care of me just like a mother would do, and I'm so thankful for your love and support."

I'm so sorry Ma'am" ******** "Yes I know, it just that.... Never mind I hope you're not offended by what I just said I didn't mean it that way" ******* "Yes I'll hand the phone over to her" "Hey Maryam take the phone" she said handing the phone over to me. "Hello?" Maryam dear how are you doing?! "I'm fine Ma...and how is your health doing?" Fine Alhamdulillah,I really want to thank you for what you did for me yesterday"

“Thank me for what?” “For leaving,” she replied. “If you’d stayed, if you’d carried through with what we talked about, I would’ve run away with you. If I’d left with you the night of Alise’s ball, or if you’d had the gumption to attempt to save me from my uncle and take me away the next morning, I would’ve missed out on my destiny. I never would’ve boarded Titanic. I never would’ve met Charlie. Thanks to your ineptitude, I will now leave here with the most wonderful man imaginable as my fiancé and return to a life in America with nothing but freedom and happiness on the horizon. So… as much as you hurt me, as horrible of a human being I believe you to be, I at least must say thank you. I app