I prepared a lavish dinner for 20 on my husband’s birthday

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My husband’s birthday was just around the corner and he asked me to prepare a lavish dinner for the family and some of his friends.

Honestly, I was a bit hesitant because he didn’t seem to appreciate the effort I put into his birthday celebrations over the years, but I still decided to give him another chance.

Last year, I did my best to make an album of carefully chosen photos of our travels and some of the precious moments we have shared during the six years of marriage. But the moment he unwrapped the present, he asked, “And where’s the real gift.”

I was hurt by his words because the remark was inconsiderate, but I told myself that’s just who he is and let it go.

“Invite the family, my buddies, everyone. Just make it decent, alright? I don’t want to be embarrassed in front of everyone,” he said of this year’s birthday celebration.

I carefully planned everything while Todd barely helped, pretending to be busy with work.

As I started setting the table, waiting for the guests to arrive, Todd came home from work and said, “This doesn’t look bad.”

“What?” I yelled. “Is that the best you can? DOESN’T LOOK BAD???”

But he ignored my words and said, “You know what, don’t bother finishing. Call everyone and tell them something came out. I have to be at the bar in 15 minutes, my buddies are waiting for me there.”

Honestly, I was aware Todd was entitled, but this was the last straw. I wasn’t going to put up with his childish behavior any longer.

“Todd, the guests are on their way and everything is ready. I even baked two pies,” I said angrily.

“Honey, I trust you with this one, just cancel everything. If I don’t get to the bar, my friends will mock me. I hope you understand.”

He then grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the house.

I was about to humiliate him and teach him a lesson, so I took my phone and sent a message to each of the guests that were about to attend my husband’s birthday that we were celebrating at the bar instead of home.

I sent the location to the bar Todd mentioned, packed all the food I prepared, put it in the car, and headed towards the bar.

Once there, I asked for a table and started unpacking the dishes one by one. The smell of the homemade food caught everyone’s attention.

One of the people there asked what was that about, and that’s when I yelled, “This is the food I was about to serve at my husband’s birthday party, but he ditched me and chose to celebrate here with some friends.”

Everyone erupted in laughter, and that’s when Todd noticed me.

Just as he tried to approach me, he saw his parents, my parents, and some of his cousins entering the place.

“Claire, was this necessary?” he asked, totally embarrassed.

But before I could answer, his mom turned to him and asked, “Todd, why is your wife serving food at a bar?”

He made a bunch of excuses, but I was more than happy to share the truth.

Turning to his mom, I said, “Well, Todd decided to cancel at the last minute because he wanted to spend his birthday with his buddies instead with his wife and family. So, here we are.”

“That’s so disrespectful of you Todd,” his dad said while my mom put some pie in a plate.

Todd’s friends couldn’t stop laughing at him, saying that was the best birthday party they have ever been to.

As expected, Todd was totally embarrassed. “Claire, you humiliated me in front of everyone,” he said.

“No, honey, you did this yourself,” I said.

After all the food was gone, I collected the empty plates and headed towards my car. The bartender, who was amused by the entire situations, said the next time I’m there, the drinks are on him.

It’s been two weeks since my husband’s birthday “party,” and I can tell you, that man has changed.

He’s now more considerate and more respectful of everything I do for him, including organizing his birthday parties.

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I found evidence of my husband’s affair in my sister’s coat

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Monica Pop

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That Christmas was nearly ruined by the suspicion that my husband was having an affair with my own sister, and it was all because of a necklace receipt I found in her coat pocket.

My mom, who almost never had the entire family over for the holidays because of her busy working schedule, has decided to celebrate Christmas at her place.

“Well, this year it’s all about family. I even gave my assistant Max a couple of days off so that he can take a nice trip and maybe meet someone,” she said with a huge grin on her face.

My husband, Mark, said jokingly, “Anne, do ever give any of your employees a real break?”

Mom chuckled and continued setting the table. My grandma, who was sitting in the kitchen peeling oranges for the mulled wine, said there was no cinnamon and we couldn’t possibly have the sweet delight without cinnamon.

I offered to go to the store quickly, saying I’d be back before they even start missing me and grabbed my sister’s coat.

Just as I got out of the house, I noticed there was a folded receipt in the pocket. Curious, I opened it and saw it was from a recent purchase of a really expensive necklace. Then I recalled my sister, Sofia, telling me she was at the jewelry store a few days prior when I called her on the phone.

Being secretive as she has always been, she didn’t give much details, and I didn’t bother to ask her anything.

I wondered who could have bought her that exquisite piece of jewelry, but then I saw my husband’s signature at the bottom.

Was I seeing right? Why would be Mark buying my sister a necklace that cost a little fortune.

The two were always really close, but it have never occurred to me that there could be more than simple friendship between them.

Were they having an affair?

My mind swirled with questions, demanding answers I wasn’t even sure I wanted to find.

When I returned home from the store, Mark and Sofia acted as usual. What on Earth was going on between them?

After some time, Mark excused himself, saying he needed to grab his phone from the jacket. A few seconds later, Sofia went to the kitchen to check on the pie.

I couldn’t help but follow after them.

The stood at the hallway together, whispering something. As I approached closer, I heard Sofia saying, “Mark, when should I tell everyone about my pregnancy?”

“Oh my God. Mark and Sofia were expecting a baby together. The two people I loved and trusted the most were having an affair behind my back.

Unable to cope with the discovery, I left the house, struggling to breath.

I didn’t return right away. Instead, I went to the store and grabbed a few presents for both of them, determined to expose their affair.

When I returned, I realized that no one even noticed I was gone for over half an hour.

I took my seat and then suggested opening the presents.

“But we still didn’t have the desert,” my mom said. But I didn’t care. I stood up and placed the two boxes in front of my sister and my husband.

“What’s this?” Sofia asked excitedly.

“That’s something you’ll need in near future,” I said.

When she opened it, she saw a pair of baby onsies. Sofia was surprised. She looked at Mark as though she was asking for an explanation.

Then, Mark opened his gift. There was a package of diapers.

Everyone was stunned, not knowing what was going on.

It was then that I told everyone about the necklace Mark bought for Sofia.

I also shared that she was expecting a baby. But in the middle of what I believed was exposing their affair, someone knocked on the door.

It was Max, my mom’s assistant. He had a huge bouquet of flowers in his hands. “Max, I thought you were taking a trip. Weren’t you supposed to meet someone special this holiday?” my mom asked, still overwhelmed by my revelation.

“Mrs. Carter, I already have, your daughter Sofia,” Max said.

“Oh, Max,” Sofia said, “I’m so glad you are here.”

Before I could say anything, Mark stood up and handed me a beautiful box. Inside was the necklace he and Sofia purchased.

It turned out she only helped him choose a present for me as thank you for keeping her secret about carrying Max’s baby before she was ready to tell the rest of the family.

Hearing this, Max almost fainted. “Sofia, you are pregnant with my child?” he asked.

“Oh, yes darling,” Sofia said as she gave him a hug.

I was ashamed I made a wrong assumption and for ever doubting my husband and my sister.

What started as a chaotic storm of misunderstandings ended as a night of fun, love, and forgiveness.

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My wife had a baby with dark skin – the truth made me stay forever

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Monica Pop

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Accusations, one right after another, came from the family members gathered in front of the delivery room upon the arrival of the baby with dark skin. Both my wife and I are white, so the thought of betrayal was the first that came to everyone’s mind.

What was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives, after years of trying to become parents, was overshadowed by the thoughts of betrayal by my wife’s side.

I was inside the delivery room, awaiting to finally hold my baby girl in my arms, while the rest of the family was waiting outside, ready to get inside once they heard the little one’s cry.

I squeezed Stephanie’s hand, assuring her over and over again that everything was going to be allright.

And then, after all the exhaustion, our little bundle of joy came into the world.

The nurse took it and tried to place it in Stephanie’s embrace, but my wife’s screams made everything shift.

“No, that’s not my baby,” she yelled.

At that moment, I looked at my daughter, a baby with dark skin.

Unable to control my words, I said, “What the hell, Stephanie.”

“It’s not mine,” Stephanie kept saying over and over again. But how could it not be? The umbilical cord was still attached. It was the baby she gave birth to, but it wasn’t white as the two of us.

“Please, you have to trust me, Brent. I have never been with another man, not ever in my life.”

As I felt like I was losing the ground under my feet, some of the family members started making comments, making the entire situation even worse.

I didn’t know what to think. “Was Stephanie having an affair with someone?” I kept asking myself. “If not, how could she give birth to a baby with dark skin and curly black hair?

“Stephanie, this doesn’t make sense,” I said as she begged me to trust her and stay.

At that moment, I took a close look at the baby. She did have dark skin, but she had my eyes, my smile, and the same dimples on her cheeks.

I needed time to think about everything so I left the room, assuring Stephanie I won’t leave her until I get to the bottom of the story.

She was someone whom I trusted the most in my life. Should I trust her this time?

At the end of the hall stood my mother. She had that expression on the face that reminded me of the times I was still a child and found myself in trouble. She looked as though she was about to tell me off.

“Brent, you can’t stay with her,” she said. “Don’t be naive. Your wife has betrayed you and you need to accept that fact. No matter how much you love her, you can’t ignore the truth.”

Honestly, I was confused. The baby’s eyes and dimples told me she could be mine, but my mom’s words planted the seed of doubt even deeper.

Couple of hours later, I returned to Stephanie’s room. She and the sweet baby with a dark skin were waiting for me.

Stephanie, exhausted from giving birth and from everything that followed, begged me to trust her.

But, no matter how much I wanted to trust her, part of me needed answers.

Suddenly, I found myself at the hospital’s genetics department. As they took my blood and swabbed the inside of my cheek, they assured me it was just a routine procedure. But it was the heaviest one I have ever experienced.

It didn’t take long before the results came. The baby with dark skin was MY daughter. I was her biological father.

To put me at ease, the doctor started explaining something about recessive genes, and how traits from generations back could suddenly show up in a child.

I was ashamed of myself for not trusting Stephanie. I grabbed the results and held them tight, as though they were a lifeline.

When I entered Stephanie’s room and handed her the piece of paper, she looked at me with her sweet eyes and felt relieved.

“I’m sorry I doubted you,” I whispered.

She took my hand and said, “It’s fine, we’ll be okay now.”

At that moment, she fell asleep and I took my baby daughter in my hands. She was the most perfect tiny human being, and she was mine.

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An old letter from my husband left me speechless

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Monica Pop

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Discovering an old letter my husband wrote to me when we were teenagers filled me with joy. I couldn’t wait to open it and take a trip down memory lane to those carefree years filled with cherished moments.

Inside the envelope were a bunch of old photos of many of our classmates, but what caught my attention was the photo of Thomas. He was a good friend of ours who tragically drowned. The strange thing was that all of the photos of the students were taken at the school except for that of Thomas. His was taken at the lake where he lost his life.

Along with the photos there was a note that read, “I did this for us, but you must keep silent.” The handwriting was definitely my husband’s.

But what could this even mean? Why was Thomas’ photo different? I was confused as questions kept coming; questions I didn’t have answers to.

The bittersweet memories of Thomas filled my heart. His loss was tragic. I remembered how sweet and fun he was.

As I was reminiscing my past, my husband, Ernest, entered the kitchen. His hands were dirty from the work at the backyard and he had his usual smile on the face. However, the moment he saw me holding the old letter, his face changed and his smile was suddenly gone.

“Where did you get that?” he asked with a shaky voice.

“It came in the mail. You sent it over 20 years ago, it probably got lost in the mail and now it found its way,” I answered.

His smile returned, but it seemed forced. “Wow, I can’t believe it actually came. There was this company sending packages in the future. I was just messing around back then, I thought they went bankrupt,” Ernest said.

Even if that was true, it didn’t explain the content of the old letter and the message it came with.

Ernest was quick to find a suitable explanation. “You see, I did some photography back in high-school and no one knew about it, so I took these photos to share my passion with you. It’s nothing,” he said, but the way he said it didn’t resemble his usual self.

“And what about Thomas,” I asked. “Why isn’t his photos taken at the school, like those of the rest?” I insisted.

“I probably didn’t catch him at the school. You know he loved being at the lake most of the time,” Ernest said and started preparing dinner.

Deep down, I knew there was more to the story than Ernest was willing to share with me.

Thinking of Thomas, I couldn’t help but recall that he and I could have been…you know, a couple. But his sudden death shattered any possibility of that and I started dating Ernest shortly after.

“Are you sure nothing else is going on, Ernest?” I asked again, pressuring my husband to reveal something more about the content of that old letter that caused a turmoil in my mind.

“What are you applying, Suzanne? Do you think I’m hiding something from you? Cause I’m not,” Ernest said nervously.

I didn’t know how to ask any more questions without my words sounding like accusations.

“Ernest, I just want to know if there’s more to the story. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together.”

He insisted he wasn’t hiding anything, so I let it go.

Seeing Ernest in the living room having fun with our sons reminded me of how great of a husband and a father he has been to be and the boys.

I tried to shush the tiny voices in my mind that forced me to investigate further, because Ernest was a lovely man who loved us unconditionally.

I found myself torn between what the truth behind Thomas’ drowning could be, and my husband who has given me the perfect life.

That evening, I fell asleep in Ernest’s arms. Being there with him was all that mattered. I decided I wouldn’t let the past jeopardize my present and my future.

By storing the old letter inside a drawer I barely opened, I made my choice. And that choice was to trust my husband, no matter what my heart told me.

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My neighbor screamed: ‘Your husband is a monster’

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Monica Pop

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That knock on the door and the words “your husband is a monster” shattered my world. What started as a day of relaxation and some time for myself, turned into a complete chaos that ended my marriage of twelve years.

Looking from outside, everyone believed my marriage to Andrew was picture perfect. We lived in a suburban neighborhood, our children attended an elite school, and we both had high paying jobs working in the same company, he as a manager, and me in HR.

Reminiscing my relationship with that charming man whom everyone adored, I realized there were way too many red flags that I somehow ignored.

Andrew has always been overly protective, but now, as I think about it, he was in fact possessive. Whenever I would engage in a conversation with someone at work or at a social gathering, he would pull me aside, reminding me not to get too friendly.

On the other hand, he never forgot my birthday or our anniversaries. In fact, he was pretty romantic and treated me with flowers and a lot of attention. Yet, there were always those late meetings at work and a female perfume on his shirt that he blamed on the office environment.

That day, I was home, taking a day off in order to be able to have some time for myself.

Just as I finished vacuuming and was getting ready to enjoy a good book, there was a loud knock on the door.

My neighbor, Melissa, who was usually a very composed woman, stood there trembling and with tears in her eyes.

“What’s wrong Melissa,” I asked in confusion.

“Your husband is a monster,” she screamed.

About 30 feet behind her, running toward my house, was my husband. The same husband who was supposed to be at work.

Seeing him, Melissa grabbed me by my hand and pulled me inside, shutting the door behind her.

Trying to compose herself, she said, “Andrew and I have been together for two years.”

“What?” I yelled.

“He said he would leave you, and I am now carrying his baby and he’s threatening me and asking me to terminate my pregnancy,” she added through tears.

Andrew’s words through the door, “I can explain,” were enough confirmation that Melissa was telling the truth.

What followed were days of constant arguing and Andrew begging me for forgiveness.

However, his actions were something I could never get over.

He promised to change, begging me to take him back. But, the damage was done.

While my children still had their father, I no longer had a husband.

The divorce was a painful one, but it was something inevitable. I felt liberated and was ready to start my life over away from him and Melissa.

Andrew remained part of our children’s lives, but he was no longer part of mine.

For what I knew, I always deserved someone better.

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Every day, I noticed a lonely little girl with a red bag at the bus stop

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Monica Pop

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Moving to the new neighborhood meant a fresh start for me, a journalist who needed some break from the constant ringing of telephones, the stressful environment, and the aggressive clacking of keyboards. Little did I know, however, that a little girl with a red bag would change my life forever.

My new home was settled in the heart of a quiet neighborhood that gave the feeling of a warm blanket I desperately needed.

The subdued rumble of the handful of cars that passed down the street felt more like a forgotten whisper than a disturbance.

This place resembled a paradise, and I loved it.

As I was unpacking my things, I noticed a lonely little girl with a red bag in her hands. She stood at the bus stop across the street. For a long time, she didn’t move, she just started at my house.

I wondered why she was there, alone, but I didn’t dare to get out and ask her, not wanting the neighbors to believe I was there to uncover their mysteries.

The following day, when I looked out of the window, I stumbled upon the same sight.

The same girl, and the same red bag. She was motionless.

I tried not to stare and returned to what I was doing around the house. After some time, however, I looked outside again, and the girl was still there.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. I wondered what was happening in that girl’s life and I was eager to learn more, but I didn’t want to scare her.

A couple of days passed by, and the girl that held tightly to her red bag was standing at the bus stop again.

It became a morning routine for me to glance through the window and look at her, unaware if I needed to make a move.

Then, one morning, she wasn’t there, but her red bag, which was worn at the edges, was placed in front of my front door.

My heart raced and my hands trembled as I opened that red bag I had seen many times before and wondered what it held.

Inside, I discovered the most delicate little creations that seemed to breathe with imagination. Tiny houses made out of bottle caps, toy cars made of plastic and wires, and dolls fashioned from fabric scraps. Each of the tiny toys was handcrafted to perfection.

Was it possible that those little hands were able to produce such beautiful creations, I thought to myself.

And then, at the bottom of the red bag was a note.

“Hi, my name is Libbie, I make this toys to pay for my grandma’s medicine. My parents died in a car crash three months ago, and I have no one else besides my grandma. Would you like to buy some? Thank you.”

Tears filled my eyes and a lump formed in my throat. I realized the girl was not just lonely, but she was also lost in her world of responsibilities and the daily struggle to provide for her grandma although she was still just a child.

She stood at the buss top not only because she tried to sell her perfectly crafted pieces, but also because deep down she hoped someone would notice her.

I took all the money I had in my wallet and put them in the red bag. As of the toys, I placed them on my kitchen counter.

When the morning came, I waited patiently for Libbie to appear. The moment I noticed her, I opened the door and welcomed her in. She was afraid and surprised by my offer.

“Please get inside,” I said. “I have some homemade cookies and warm milk.”

“Sorry I bothered you,” she whispered quietly.

“Oh, sweetie, you are not bothering me at all, please get inside,” I insisted.

Libbie entered my home. She sat at the chair and grabbed the glass of milk.

It was then that she shared her story with me. Her dad would take her to the bus station every morning so that she could catch a bus to school. On her way home, her parents would wait her there.

The bus stop was the place that reminded her of the good days. By standing there, she pretended that her mom and dad are still around and it made her feel a bit better before she would return to the harsh reality.

My heart broke for Libbie, but I assured her I would be there for her.

Over time, she and I became friends. Libbie would visit me often, and I would help her craft her toys.

A couple of years latter, when I married my boyfriend Darren, we decided to adopt Libbie.

Her grandma is staying with us, and we all take care of her.

As of Libbie, we helped her set a website where she sells her toys and people are touched by her story.

She, however, still wants to stay at the bus stop every now and then.

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My son disappeared when he was 15

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Monica Pop

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Julia felt like her world shattered into a million pieces when her husband Tom was diagnosed with cancer. Sadly, the prognosis was bleak and he passed away just two months later, and when she re-married, her son disappeared.

Her heart ached, but she knew she needed to remain strong for her son Rob who was still very young and devastated by the loss of his dad.

Months passed by, and the grief only grew stronger, but then, Tom’s brother, Mike, became part of Julia’s and Rob’s life. Julia was aware that Mike felt something for her since childhood, but she chose Tom and never looked back.

However, Mike’s presence in their life started feeling good so Julia decided to marry him and give her son a father figure.

Mike and Rob seemed to grew fond of one another. Well, at the end of the day, Mike was Rob’s uncle, and he was now also his mother’s husband.

Julia worked a lot, and whenever she would return home, Mike would tell her how he and Rob had a fantastic day going hiking, visiting the park, or doing other fun stuff together.

One day, however, upon arriving home, Julia stumbled upon unusual silence. She wondered if everything was okay when Mike approached her, hugged her, and told her her son disappeared.

In the letter he left for his parents, then 15-year-old Rob wrote:

Dear Mom and Dad,

I’ve decided to leave because I thought it would be better for everyone if I wasn’t around to bring up more bad memories and sorrow. Please understand that this isn’t because of anything you did, but a decision I felt I needed to make for the sake of peace at home. I promise to take care of myself and hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me someday. Remember that I love you both, and this is the hardest choice I’ve ever had to make.

Take care,

Rob.

Julia was convinced that this wasn’t something Rob would ever do. Scared for her son’s life, she went straight to the police station. However, since he had left a letter explaining his reasons for leaving, they couldn’t do much. Upon Julia’s assistance, they did try to help her in the search, but they eventually gave up and told Julia that he obviously didn’t want to be found anyway.

Years passed by since her son disappeared but Julia never stopped looking for him.

This poor mother searched the crowds, held vigils, and even kept a candle lit on the windowsill. She knew all this made Mike angry because he convinced her to stop trying to reach Rob when he didn’t want to be found. And on the tenth year of his disappearance, Julia decided to let it go and move on with her life.

Julia needed a fresh start, so she and Mike bought a house two states away. Their old house was given to Julia’s sister Schuyler because the thought of someone outside the family owning the place was unimaginable for Julia. With the move, she gradually distanced herself from her side of the family. But one day, a familiar face appeared at her door.

It was her sister, Schuyler. She was visibly nervous and said the two needed to talk. At the time, Julia was doing something around the house, but Schuyler insisted she stopped right away. “Go check your husband’s glasses case,” she said with a trembling voice.

Julia did what she was told. Upon opening the case, she found a phone. Her sister explained to her that it was a burner phone that Mike used to call Rob every month just to make sure he wasn’t returning home. Her son disappeared because of her husband.

It was Mike who convinced Rob that his mom would be better off without him and sent him to live with an aunt from his father’s side.

Schuyler learned this when she received a wedding invitation addressed to Julia. Rob was getting married and despite Mike convincing him his mom didn’t want him to be part of her life, he still wanted her to be part of his wedding day.

Schuyler managed to contact him through the sender’s address on the wedding invitation and that’s when she learned that Mike contacted Rob without Julia being aware of it for over ten years.

“Look how much mom has to work to feed you,” Mike would tell Rob. “Wouldn’t it be nice if she spent that money on herself? Wouldn’t you like to release her of the burden that you are?” He suggested Rob leave the house and the poor kid agreed, thinking his mom had no room for him in her life.

Julia used the burner phone to contact her son. She explained to him that she had no idea what Mike had done and that she never stopped looking for him.

Julia eventually divorced Mike, sold the property they purchased together, and bought a house next to Rob’s. She attended his wedding and is now a grandma of a beautiful boy.

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We gave a homeless man a place to stay for the winter

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Monica Pop

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Whenever I left my office, I would notice the homeless man sitting at the corner of the street. He was always carrying a kit and was occasionally fixing people’s shoes in exchange for a couple of dollars.

Something about this man felt comforting, like the warmth of an old friend.

I would sometimes greet him, but other times, I would just stare at him and then leave.

One day, I stopped and asked him if he could fix one of my shoes. He took it and said it would take him around twenty minutes. While I waited, I realized how skillful he was. He introduced himself as Jeff, and we said hi to one another every day after that.

During a cold and bitter day, I spotted Jeff on the street. Before I got in my car, I asked him where he was spending the night.

With sadness in his eyes, he told me that the shelter was full for the night but that he would manage. It was obvious it wasn’t the first time he was outside during freezing weather.

I felt sorry, and without giving it a second thought, I offered him to spend the night in my basement. It wasn’t much, but there was a bed there, and it would be better than being outside.

Jeff’s eyes beamed with hope, but he was hesitant to accept my offer, which he said was more than generous.

Upon insisting, this homeless man finally agreed to come with me.

I spoke to my husband and explained that something in me told me to bring Jeff home. My hubby, as understanding as always, said he trusted my judgement.

The following morning, the entire house smelled of freshly made pancakes. My kids were overjoyed and the moment they saw me, they said, “Mom, Jeff is so fun.”

He on the other hand felt a bit embarrassed and apologized for getting into the kitchen. I just smiled and said I appreciated it.

Later that day, I went to the basement to check on Jeff and saw that he fixed a bunch of things, including a broken chair and the leaking faucet.

For reasons unknown, I felt like Jeff belonged there. I talked to my husband and told him I wanted us to have him for the winter.

“But for the winter only,” he said, and I agreed.

When I told Jeff that he could stay, he was overwhelmed.

Both the kids and I loved having Jeff in our lives. As days passed by, we bonded and formed a beautiful relationship.

But it was when I showed him the old family albums that something in him changed. I noticed he felt uneasy when he saw the photo of my mom, but I convinced myself I was just imagining things.

But no, I knew I was right when I realized Jeff was gone.

On the couch in the basement, he left the box he always carried with him. Inside was a photo of him from his young days with a baby in his arms. On the back of the photo, it was written, “Jeff and Ellie, 1986.”

Ellie, that was my name.

There was also a letter. When I read it, I understood that sense of comfort I felt in the presence of the homeless man.

Jeff explained that he and my mom met when they were both very young and then she fell pregnant with me. Things were fine between them until he cheated on her and she found out. It was a mistake he regretted over and over again, but my mom decided to cut him off of our lives. She took me and left. He tried to find us, but to no avail.

These words shocked me. My mom always told me my dad abandoned us.

I was furious and called her to confront her.

She admitted she lied to me because she was too hurt because of his affair.

I tried to find Jeff. I was going around and my heart skipped a beat whenever I would see a homeless man, hoping it was my father.

Months passed by, and I finally spotted him one day.

He looked sadder and smaller than before. When I approached him, he started crying and begged me to forgive him. “I already have, dad,” I said and hugged him.

I knew he truly regretted cheating on my mom all those years ago, and I knew he was a man with a heart of gold who deserved a second chance.

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I carefully planned everything while Todd barely helped, pretending to be busy with work.

Everyone erupted in laughter, and that’s when Todd noticed me.

It’s been two weeks since my husband’s birthday “party,” and I can tell you, that man has changed.

I wondered who could have bought her that exquisite piece of jewelry, but then I saw my husband’s signature at the bottom.

It was then that I told everyone about the necklace Mark bought for Sofia.

And then, after all the exhaustion, our little bundle of joy came into the world.

Even if that was true, it didn’t explain the content of the old letter and the message it came with.

He insisted he wasn’t hiding anything, so I let it go.

“Your husband is a monster,” she screamed.

However, Mike’s presence in their life started feeling good so Julia decided to marry him and give her son a father figure.

Years passed by since her son disappeared but Julia never stopped looking for him.

It was Mike who convinced Rob that his mom would be better off without him and sent him to live with an aunt from his father’s side.

Something about this man felt comforting, like the warmth of an old friend.

Upon insisting, this homeless man finally agreed to come with me.

But no, I knew I was right when I realized Jeff was gone.

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