My sister asked me to look after my niece, but just hours before she returned, I realized the child was missing

Babysitting my niece for a day made me realize a lot of things about life. Who thought such a small child could hold such wisdom?

That morning, I woke up to the feeling of something warm and damp against my face. It was a dog, but it wasn’t my dog. Where was I? And then it hit me, I spent the night with that random girl from the bar and I ended in her place.

Before long, I was fighting with the dog for one of my shoes, trying not to wake up the lady.

“Henry!” she yelled. “Where are you going?”

“I got things to do,” I answered, still struggling to get my shoe back. “But I’ll call you when I can,” I said, trying to sound polite.

“But do you know my number?” she asked me, “or even my name?”

The truth was I didn’t. I was a kind of guy who always ran away from whatever responsibility.

“Nancy?” I whispered, hoping I would get her name right.

“Go to hell, Henry,” she yelled as she threw a slipper towards me.

As I got in my car and started driving, the name of my sister popped on my phone screen.

She hadn’t call me in a long time. When I picked up, I had no idea what to expect.

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“Hey, sis?” I said, trying to sound as casual as ever, “what’s going on?”

“Riley, I need you to get to my place as soon as possible to babysit your niece for the day,” she said.

“Babysit my niece? Me?” I asked, totally confused. The truth was that I hadn’t seen my niece in a while; a couple of years to be exact, and now I was supposed to babysit her?

“Okay, sis, I’m on my way.”

My sister welcomed me with an angry expression on her face. “Riley, you are late,” she said. “Look, I am about to close the deal of my life. I need to get to this meeting, and there is no one who could take care of Mira today. If there was anyone else, I wouldn’t call you.”

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“It’s fine, sis, I got this,” I said.

“Don’t get her any junk food, Riley. And remembers, she’s not allowed to go outside.”

My niece was reading an encyclopedia and didn’t even look at me.

Once my sister was gone, I approached the girl.

“Hey, Mira, what are you reading?”

It was then that she gave me a look and asked, “So, you are my uncle, right?”

“Of course, I am. But I haven’t been able to visit you for quite some time, work and stuff, you know,” I said, a bit embarrassed that my own niece wouldn’t recognize me.

“Mum says you are not married because you run away from your responsibilities,” she said nonchalantly, and I though those were some big words coming from a child of nearly seven years.

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I tried to change the subject and asked her things about school. But I realized that talking to children was harder than I imagined.

“Pizza?” I suggested, although my sis warned me about junk food. “Yes,” Mira said in excitement.

“You know uncle,” she said, “you should be more responsible about your life, and that includes visiting your niece more often.”

Thinking about it, I knew she was right. But that’s how I was, a man longing for freedom.

The day dragged slowly. Every now and then, Mira would glance at me as though she was looking at a failed science experiment. Her raised eyebrows screamed judgement and I felt so uncomfortable around my niece that I couldn’t wait my sister to return home.

Somehow, I fell asleep on the couch, yet another proof of my lack of responsibility.

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My sister’s message woke me up. “I’ll be home in an hour, hope everything is fine,” she wrote, and I replied, “Yep, don’t worry.” But when I looked around, I realized Mira was nowhere to be seen.

I rushed upstairs but there was no trace of my little niece.

I started yelling her name, but there was no answer.

In the next moment, I found myself running around the neighborhood like crazy. My heart bounced and my chest was tight. How could I lose my niece. My sister was going to kill me if anything happened to Mira.

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Wandering around and calling her name, I finally spotted inside the tree house at the neighbor’s garden. She wasn’t alone, a boy was there with her.

“Mira, what are you doing there?” I asked, “Get down right away, your mom would be here any minute.”

She seemed like she didn’t care. “Sam, this is my uncle,” told the boy who was playing with some tiny figures with her. “Hello, Mira’s uncle,” the boy said.

“Mira, I thought you didn’t have any friends. Your mom said you weren’t allowed outside,” I said.

“Of course I have,” she said, “but mom doesn’t let me hang out with the neighbor’s kids because she thinks I’m gonna pick up bad habits.”

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“Come down, Mira,” I said.

In the meantime, my sister returned home and was scared to see the house was empty.

After some time, Mira and I entered the place, laughing at some of her jokes.

“Where have you been?” my sister asked.

“Having some fun time,” I answered.

My sister wasn’t mad, she just smiled, happy that my niece and I got along.

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“Sis, you need to trust your daughter more,” I said as I gave Mira a goodbye kiss.

This sweet little girl taught me more about the importance of being responsible more than anyone else.

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The man I rescued in a storm 20 years ago appeared at my door yesterday

I was young, full of dreams, and determined to succeed. While attending college, I worked at a local diner, hoping to save as much money as I could. One evening, as I drove home during a storm, I noticed a figure of a fragile man struggling to hide from the heavy rain. Little did I know that the meeting would change everything for me years later.

The night was awful. I could barely drive because of the storm. But something told me to stop my car next to the man. Before I could figure out what I did, I uttered: “Hey, are you ok?”

Pale, soaked, and exhausted, he just nodded.

“Get in,” I said through the pulled-down window.

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My heart raced. Honestly, I was afraid because I didn’t know what I had gotten myself into.

I welcomed the man home. He introduced himself as James. I offered him some food and told him he could spend the night on my worn-out couch. Before long, he had fallen asleep and I went upstairs.

As I lay in bed, I contemplated my decision to welcome a complete stranger in. But how could I leave him there in the storm? I knew better than driving past by someone in dire need of help.

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Just as I was about to fall asleep, I wondered if I should lock my bedroom’s door. I somehow knew James wouldn’t hurt me, but I also thought of my mother who always warned me to be careful about everything. Had she been there, she would say, “Don’t be stupid Celia, that man is a stranger. Lock the door, dammit!” So, I did lock it.

When the morning arrived, I went downstairs and prepared breakfast. James was thankful I didn’t leave him out in the open during the storm, and I pretended it wasn’t a big deal, as though welcoming strangers in was something I did often.

James reminded me of an injured bird that needed time to heal before being able to reach to the heights.

As we ate, I gave him some money and an open bus ticket, a gift from my mother.

“I hope this gets you somewhere…safe.”

James left and the encounter between him and I became just a story I sometimes shared with friends.

Life went on, years passed by, and I married. My husband and I welcomed two children.

I was happy with my family. As of my job, it wasn’t really what I imagined, but we somehow managed.

One morning, while I was making pancakes, someone knocked on my door. My husband was at work and the kids were upstairs, doing their homework, or whatever they did.

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When I glanced through the glass, I saw a man dressed in a nice navy suit. He was holding a leather folder in under one arm.

I was behind with my credit card payments, so I assumed he was someone from the bank.

Trembling, I opened the door and asked, “How can I help you?”

The man looked straight into my eyes and said, “You have already helped me. Years ago.”

“James,” I said, shocked. “Yes, Celia, it’s me,” he said. “I promised myself to repay for your kindness years ago, and I was trying to track you down for so long.”

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I couldn’t believe my eyes. James looked nice, he was dressed well, and he didn’t resemble a bit of that man I saved in the storm. But what remained the same was his calm demeanor and his honesty.

“Listen, Celia,” he said calmly. “You have no idea how your kindness during that stormy night helped me. I used the bus ticket to the nearest town and went to the shelter the man sitting next to me on the bus told me about.”

I was listening carefully. And then James proceeded. “I few days later, I found a job, and today, I run a company that helps fund shelters and scholarships. None of it would have been possible without you.”

Before getting to where he was, he struggled and worked odd jobs, and whenever he thought of quitting, he recalled the stormy night and that gave him hope. He knew there is kindness in the world, and he needed to give it to those in need.

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After sharing his life story with me, James handed me the folder he was carrying.

“This is for you, Celia,” he said. Inside was a deed to a house.

“James, I can’t accept this,” I said, still in disbelief. But James insisted. He wanted to gift me that house, which was just a few miles away from where I lived.

“Celia, you were the only person who didn’t treat me like I was invisible during that heavy storm. I was at my lowest point, and you showed me you cared, you gave me something I hadn’t felt in years; a reason to keep going.”

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I was stunned at James’s words.

Accepting that house meant a lot to him, so I agreed to accept his generous gift.

I never thought that a seemingly small act of kindness could have such a profound impact.

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An orphan’s prayer for his mother to come in church leads to an unbelievable answer

That ancient chapel has heard the pleas of Alan, a six-year-old boy, many times. As he knelt on the stone floor, this orphan’s prayer echoed through the space filled with people seeking God.

Alan has only ever felt the love of his caretakers from the shelter. Other than these kind-hearted individuals, he experienced little warmth.

His desire was to meet his mother. During the long nights, he envisioned her face.

And that day, his cries were louder than ever, piercing through the silence of the chapel and the quiet whispers of the churchgoers.

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Someone told Alan that God listened to the prayers of those in need. And most of anyone else, he was in need of his mother.

“Dear God,” he cried as his shoulders trembled, “they say you answer all prayers, and I pray for my mom to come and get me.”

Listening to him, Nancy, his caretakers, had her heart broken. She witnessed that little orphan’s prayer every Sunday when she took him to church. Every now and then, she would hush him, worried that his loud cries would disturb the rest of the people. But this time, Alan’s heartbreak was more intense than ever. He was unable to control his tears and his loud sobs.

Alan imagined his mother kissing him goodnight and reading to him. He imagined her holding him by the hand and telling him how much she loved him. His little heart couldn’t stand the pain of not having her in his life.

At one moment, he noticed a woman holding the hand of a little girl getting in the church. He cried harder at the sight. “Oh, God, why do the rest of the children have mothers and I am here, waiting?” he said through sobs.

“Alan, please keep it down,” Nancy whispered. But Alan felt like that church was his last resort; the last place where he could find a voice.

“I’ll take you my boy,” a sweet voice from behind could be heard. Before Alan could turn around, he heard, “I’m here, Alan.”

Chills went down his spine. It was the same woman he saw entering the church. She was still holding the girl by the hand.

Nancy, who has always been extremely protective of Alan, drew him close to her.

“Who are you and how do you know Alan’s name?” she asked, both scared and confused.

The woman didn’t say anything. She just reached to her purse and took out a photo that she handed to Nancy.

Looking at it, Nancy recognized a familiar face; face she could never forget.

It was Alan. On that photograph, he was a newborn baby. He had the same clothes that he wore on the night someone left him at the stairs of the shelter.

The woman, barely gathering strength to speak, said softly, “I was forced to give him up. My parents, influential people, threatened me. I was still a child myself,” the woman said.

“How could you leave him like that,” Nancy protested.

The woman, Annette, explained that when she fell pregnant with Alan, she was 16. Her parents said it was either the baby or them, and she was too young to be able to take care of him all by herself.

The decision to leave Alan behind was the hardest ever. She often went to the church to see him from afar, never finding the courage to approach him. But this time was different. This time, his cries were louder than before.

After she abandoned Alan, the woman married to a man who was aware of her past. They welcomed a child; the little girl that was with her.

This time, she was there to stay.

It didn’t take long before Annette took the steps to file all the legal paperwork needed to regain her parental rights. The DNA test showed she was indeed Alan’s mother.

Finally, the orphan’s prayer was answered. And it was answered in the most unexpected way.

Sadly, Annette’s struggles didn’t end there.

Despite the six years that passed since Alan’s birth, they were still not willing to accept him as their grandson so they cut all ties with her and disinherited her. Her husband, Jason, couldn’t accept Alan either. He said he didn’t want to raise another man’s child. Although he was aware of Alan’s existence, he was convinced that part of Annette’s life was in the past.

Sadly, Jason filed for divorce, leaving Annette to raise her two children all alone.

At first, it was hard. But over time, Annette moved places and found a steady job.

No money in the world was more important than having her two children by her side.

Alan found his mommy, the person he prayed and longed to meet, and life felt good for this family of three.

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I rented an apartment to my husband’s mistress

Mila believed her life was perfect. She was married to the man she loved, Richard, and was very successful in the field of real estate.

But everything changed one day when she met her husband’s mistress.

That morning, Mila took a sip of her coffee and suggested Richard and her take a trip together, just the two of them.

Richard used to love taking her places, but during the past couple of months, he seemed distant. It was as though he wasn’t the same man.

“Sorry, I’m attending an important conference this weekend. I’ll be traveling. Should be home by Monday,” he said, not even lifting his head from the phone screen.

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“That’s okay,” Mila said, maybe some other time.

Richard stood up from the chair to pour himself some more coffee when his phone buzzed and the name “Carol” appeared on the screen. “Who’s Carol,” Mila thought to herself, but pretended she didn’t see the message.

“Who’s texting you?” she asked Richard, trying to keep her composure.

“Someone from work,” he said and grabbed his car keys. “Gotta go,” he uttered and rushed towards the from door.

Mila tried not to think much about it. She was too busy showing houses to clients, and she needed to concentrate on her work.

That afternoon, Mila made her way to a high-end apartment she had put up for rent. The potential client was already waiting for her when she arrived. To her surprise, it was none other than Carol, the woman who texted her husband in the morning.

Although it was just a glance, Mila recognized her from the tiny photo that appeared along her name on Richard’s phone screen.

“What are the chances?” Mila thought to herself as he heart pounded.

“Hi, I’m Carol,” the woman, who looked beautiful and acted as she was completely aware of it, said. “Thanks for fitting me in on such short notice.”

Mila was eager to learn why she was interested in the apartment. “What’s got you in the city this weekend?” she asked, hoping to find out more about this woman’s relationship with Richard.

“I’m meeting my boyfriend,” Carol said, smiling. “We’ve been planning this weekend getaway for a long time.”

Mila felt like she was losing her breath. Was that “boyfriend” her husband?

Determined to get to the bottom of whatever was going on between this woman and her husband, Mila slipped a spare key in her pocket. She knew she needed to come up with a plan.

That evening, she tried to track Carol on social media. It turned out she already had a boyfriend, a man named Ethan.

Although she was hesitant about contacting him, she was desperate to learn the truth.

When Mila wrote to Ethan and asked him about Carol, he told her they were dating for quite some time and added she was visiting her sister that weekend.

That’s when Mila told him about her suspicions of Carol being her husband’s mistress and begged him to help her catch Richard in the act.

The following evening, Mila and Ethan went to the upscale apartment. They let themselves in using the spare key. Ethan anger reflected Mila’s when they faced the deceitful couple.

“Mila, what are you doing here?” Richard asked, his voice breaking.

“I was about to ask you the same question,” Mila said. She then looked at her husband’s mistress and said, “Carol, nice to see you again.”

Before Richard could say another word, Mila left the place, telling him she should be filing for divorce.

Ethan and Carol got into a heated argument, but Mila didn’t have the strength to listen.

In the weeks to come, Mila’s divorce was finalized. She still received messages from Richard, who said he was sorry and begged for forgiveness. But Mila wasn’t willing to give second chances to anyone who had betrayed her like her now ex-husband did.

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Acts of kindness that transformed lives forever: Uplifting stories

Acts of kindness, no matter how big or small, always go a long way and come in full circles.

Below are three uplifting stories of selflessness that will remind you yet again that being there for those in need and lending a helping hand is what makes this world go round.

1. I covered a stranger’s grocery bill, and it resulted in my grandma’s $230k treatment

Mark, a 12-year-old boy, was at the grocery story. He needed to grab some things for his grandmother, who was old, sick, and needed to undergo a surgery that a lot of money; more than Mark and his family could ever make.

While at the cash register, he noticed a woman who was having troubles finding any money in her purse. She had forgotten her wallet in her friend’s car and couldn’t pay, which meant she needed to return the items. Mark, however, wouldn’t let that happen.

Although he had never seen that woman before, he decided to pay for her groceries because he knew that the acts of kindness of today would come with a reward tomorrow.

That was something he learned from his grandma.

The woman didn’t want to accept the $20 at first, but eventually, she agreed and asked Mark to give her his phone number so that she could return the money the following day.

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When the morning emerged, the woman called Mark and asked for his address. He told her she didn’t need to return the money, but she insisted.

Once at his home, the woman became aware of Mark’s living conditions and his grandma’s health problems.

She felt sorry and decided to do something about it.

When she suggested starting a GoFundMe, Mark told her he and his family and his family had already started a fundraiser, but raised very little money.

The woman’s daughter, Anastacia, shared Mark’s GoFundMe link with her network and shared his story on Reddit.

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In no time, the story went viral and the final result was $230,000 raised for his grandma’s treatment.

Not ever, not even in his wildest dreams, did this young man believe that his act of kindness would change his and his grandma’s life in a profound way.

2. I gave my last dollar to a stranger and met him again at my prom

Carly lived a modest life with her mother and grandmother. They struggled to make ends meet, but they still did all in their power to provide Carly with the life she deserved.

With the prom night just around the corner, Carly’s mom and grandma gifted her an envelope with money for her dream dress.

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Needless to say, Carly was over the moon and couldn’t wait to purchase the gown. She quickly got out of the house and took the bus to the city center.

However, the moment she got on the bus, she heard the driver and another worker arguing with a man in his sixties who didn’t have a ticket. They insisted he pay a fine or they would alert the police. The man explained that he didn’t have any money and was in a rush to see his sick daughter at the hospital. But, they didn’t want to listen.

While the rest of the passengers were just looking at the man, Carly approached and offered to pay his fine.

Helping the man meant she wouldn’t be able to buy her dress, but she didn’t care.

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Once home, she shared the experience with her mom and grandma, and while her mom was a bit mad and said the man was probably lying, her grandma assured her that the acts of kindness she showed to others defined the person she was, and that Carly had a heart of gold.

On the night of her prom, Carly wore her old dress. Looking at the rest of the girls, who were dressed in lovely gowns, she felt a bit ashamed. But at that moment, she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was the man whose fine she paid. He was together with his daughter, who was now out of the hospital and feeling well.

They handed Carly a wrapped box. Inside was a lovely dress, even lovelier than the one she wanted.

She quickly changed and had the most wonderful time.

3. I helped an elderly man with his groceries, and I learned acts of kindness make all the difference

Sarah would often see one of her neighbors, Mr. Thompson carry his groceries. But one day, they seemed heavier than before, so something inside her told her to stop and offer him some help. The old man accepted the help in a heartbeat. It was obvious the heavy bags were more than he could carry.

As they walked slowly, he shared stories of his youth with Sarah, and she enjoyed them.

When they arrive at his house, he invited Sarah in for a cup of tea. Knowing he could use some company, she gladly accepted and got inside. Mr. Thompson’s home was cozy. Everything was neat, and well organized.

Sarah realized he was living on his own and asked him about his family. Sadly, his sons and grandchildren barely visited him because they were busy with their own lives. In fact, it’s been a couple of years since they last stopped by.

Before Sarah left, Mr. Thompson gave her an envelope.

Inside the envelope was a small amount of money and a note that read, “Thank you for your selflessness, you made my day. Don’t forget that the acts of kindness are a gift that should always be shared.”

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On her way home, Sarah spotted a homeless man and bought him something to eat. The smile on his face was the best “thank you” she could ever get.

She realized that Mr. Thompson’s words were wise and that the kindness we offer to others not only brightens their day, but can also change their lives.

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In her letter to Santa, my daughter requested ‘the same heart-shaped earrings Dad gave to my Nanny’

Ruth, my eight-year-old daughter, was in a hurry to finish her letter to Santa. After all, she’s been a good child all year round and she most definitely deserved a beautiful gift. But when I read her letter and learned she was expecting Jolly Old St. Nick to bring her heart-shaped earrings just like the ones daddy gave to her nanny, my heart sank.

The holidays, especially Christmas, have always been about tradition in our family. One of those little rituals that made all the difference and lifted our holiday spirit was Ruth’s letters to Santa. She would always put them in the fridge after finishing them, believing that was how they traveled to the North Pole.

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This year, I waited for her to write the letter and go to bed before I could read it and buy whatever she asked for. But when I went through the words, I felt like my entire world collapsed.

“Dear Santa, this year, I love the same heart-shaped earring my dad gave to my nanny. Thank you!”

This didn’t make sense. Why would my husband give the nanny jewelry?

As I thought about it, I recalled the closeness between Jerry and Gloria. He did give her small gifts for her birthdays, but she’s been with us for many years, and we considered her part of the family.

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But was there more to the story? I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that he gave her jewelry, and Ruth saw it.

The following day, I ordered a nanny cam. The delivery expenses were huge, but I needed to have that cam while Gloria and Ruth were at the park, birds-watching. Before they returned, I installed the cam and hoped to learn if something between my husband and the nanny was going on behind my back.

In the morning, I took Ruth to school and headed to the office. Until the afternoon, there was nothing unusual. I could see Gloria working around the house and humming along to Christmas carols on the radio.

And then, there he was, my husband Jerry. He was supposed to be at work, but instead, he was standing in the middle of the living room, holding a box wrapped in blue paper.

I shut my laptop and headed straight home.

When I entered, both Jerry’s and Gloria’s faces went pale.

“Gloria, open that box, it’s probably something to match your heart-shaped earrings,” I said while she looked at me with confusion.

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“Dorothy, I can explain,” Jerry said. “You shouldn’t have learned this way.”

“Learn what Jerry. That you and Gloria are making a fool of me behind my back?”

“No, no, honey,” Jerry tried to explain. “It’s not what it looks like.”

It was then that Gloria started crying. She was unable to speak because of the sobbing.

Jerry then took me by my hand and said, “Yes, I gave Gloria those earrings, but they weren’t from me.”

I got confused even more. “If they are not from you, then who they are from.”

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“Brian,” Jerry said quietly, “my best friend who died of cancer 14 years ago.”

It was then that Gloria revealed that Brian was her brother.

“Before he died, Brian made me promise to be there for his sister,” Jerry explained, and I realized that was why he was so pushy about giving her the job.

“He left me a box of gifts for her,” Jerry said. “He wanted her to have pieces of him for milestones in her life—like birthdays, special occasions, moments where she needed to feel he was still with her. Brian planned all of it while he was undergoing chemo.”

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It turned out Jerry was only fulfilling a promise he gave years ago.

“Do you know that Ruth is asking from Santa to give her heart-shaped earrings like the ones you gave to Gloria, Jerry?” I asked my husband. “I read her letter and that’s why I though there was something between you to. You should have told me the truth before you made this mess.”

Both Jerry and Gloria apologized for keeping a secret from me.

I wasn’t mad, I just wanted them both to promise there will be no more secrets.

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I also asked from Jerry to speak to our daughter and explain to her why he gave the nanny jewelry. It turned out Ruth loved the story.

And of course, she got earrings from Santa just like the ones she wanted.

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6-Year-Old TikTok Star Joules Smith Passes Away in Her Parents’ Bed Weeks After Her Last Video – Details

The heartbreaking news that Joules Smith passes away in her parents’ bed has left millions of TikTok followers and supporters mourning her loss. Joules, a 6-year-old TikTok star, succumbed to diffuse intrinsic pontine glioma (DIPG), a rare and aggressive brain tumor, on December 9, 2024. Her parents, Joe and Elisha Smith, shared the devastating update, expressing that they stayed by her side until her final moments.

A Journey Marked by Courage and Strength

Earlier this year, Joules was diagnosed with DIPG, an incurable brain tumor that tragically affects children. Doctors gave her only nine months to live, marking the start of an emotional and challenging journey for the Smith family. Despite her terminal diagnosis, Joules continued to spread joy through TikTok, where her dances and bright personality captured the hearts of millions.

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Her father, Joe, initially shared her diagnosis on TikTok, explaining that Joules had started showing unusual symptoms that led to the discovery of a tumor. Tests at King’s College Hospital in London confirmed the devastating diagnosis. Joe tearfully shared, “She will start to deteriorate, and we have got to sit back and watch our beautiful, funny little girl fade away.”

Joules’ Impact on TikTok and Beyond

Throughout her illness, Joules inspired countless people online. Her story sparked the viral TikTok trend, “Dancing for Joules,” which helped raise awareness about childhood cancer. Joe encouraged fans to keep the trend alive, saying, “Let’s carry on dancing for our beautiful little Joules because I know she would still be dancing.” Even in her final months, Joules brought hope and joy to those who followed her story.

Support From the Community

After Joules’ diagnosis, family friend Kirk Norcross started a GoFundMe page to help the Smith family focus on creating meaningful memories with their daughter. The fundraiser raised over $120,000, allowing the family to prioritize Joules’ care without financial worry. Joe and Elisha expressed immense gratitude to everyone who contributed, noting that the funds made it possible to give Joules the best life they could during her remaining months.

A Heartbreaking Goodbye

On December 9, 2024, Joules Smith passed away in her parents’ bed, surrounded by love. Joe described his daughter as “the bravest, kindest, most beautiful little girl.” Her mother, Elisha, penned a touching tribute, saying, “We are so proud of you, princess. You made this world a better place.”

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The Smith family has invited supporters to a memorial service on December 27, 2024, at The Garden of Eden Crematorium in Kent, England. They hope to give Joules the biggest and best send-off, celebrating her life and legacy.

While the world mourns that Joules Smith passes away, her legacy continues to inspire. Her story shed light on childhood cancer, and her unbreakable spirit touched millions. Joules may no longer be with us, but her memory lives on in every dance, every smile, and every person who was inspired by her courage and love of life.

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The House Was So Cheap I Thought I Won the Lottery, but When I Saw the Basement, I Understood Everything — Story of the Day

The allure of buying a home at an unbeatable price is irresistible. For many, it feels like hitting the jackpot, a dream come true. But as I learned firsthand, the house was so cheap I thought I won the lottery, but when I saw the basement, I understood everything. That low price came with secrets hidden in the shadows—secrets that no one warned me about.

The Perfect Dream Home—Or So I Thought

The moment I first saw the house, it felt like fate. A charming colonial at the end of a quiet street, complete with white siding and green shutters. Sure, the paint needed a touch-up, and the roof had seen better days, but the house had character—an inexplicable charm that called out to me.

Inside, the home continued to impress. The living room’s fireplace begged for Christmas stockings, the hardwood floors creaked with history, and the kitchen’s large windows bathed the space in sunlight. The price seemed too good to be true, and I convinced myself it was just my lucky day. The house was so cheap I thought I won the lottery, and I felt ready to take the leap.

But then, the locked basement door caught my attention. The solid, industrial lock looked out of place in this cozy home. When I asked the real estate agent about it, her hesitation and vague response set my nerves on edge. Still, I dismissed the nagging doubt, eager to make the house my own.

A Chilling First Night

Moving in felt like the start of a new chapter. But as I unpacked and night fell, unease crept in. The old house seemed to groan and settle as if testing my resolve. I dismissed the eerie sounds as the natural quirks of an older home.

Then came the giggle—soft, high-pitched, and completely out of place in the silent house. My heart raced as fear prickled down my spine. I followed the sound to the locked basement door, but I couldn’t bring myself to open it. The mystery behind that door gnawed at me, and I called the police for help.

The officer found nothing but dust and cobwebs in the basement. He laughed off my concerns, leaving me with a cryptic warning about the house’s history. But the giggle returned the next night, accompanied by an unnatural mist creeping from under the basement door. The house was so cheap I thought I won the lottery, but I was beginning to question if it was worth the price.

Uncovering the Truth

Determined to get to the bottom of the mystery, I set up a camera near the basement. What I discovered shocked me. The footage revealed the previous owner, Margaret, sneaking into the basement with a speaker and fog machine, creating the eerie sounds and mist to scare me away.

When confronted, Margaret admitted she wanted the house back and had staged the haunting to make me leave. The police arrested her for trespassing and harassment. Standing at my front door, watching Margaret being led away, I felt a surge of relief. The house was finally mine—its secrets uncovered and its shadows cleared.

Conclusion

The house was so cheap I thought I won the lottery, but when I saw the basement, I understood everything. Sometimes, what seems too good to be true comes with hidden challenges. Yet, by confronting those challenges head-on, I claimed the home I worked so hard for. In the end, it wasn’t just a house I won—it was a lesson in resilience and determination.

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