Waitress Discovers Her Husband as Groom at Wedding — Story of the Day

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While working as a waitress at a wedding, I froze when I spotted the groom—it was my husband, David. Seeing him dressed as a groom with another woman, pretending to be someone else, shattered my world. I couldn’t believe that the man I had been married to for seven years was standing at the altar with another bride.

Oh, weddings… They always had a way of stirring up old memories, reminding me of the day David and I exchanged our vows. Our wedding was nothing grand—just a simple ceremony between two young people in love. Even after all these years, those memories still brought a smile to my face.

There, standing in front of all the guests, was David… my David. The man I had shared my life with for seven years, now pretending to be someone else. It was clear that he was posing as someone different, a husband as groom at wedding I never thought I’d encounter.

That day, like any other, we arrived early to set up before the guests and newlyweds appeared. The hall was buzzing with excitement as guests began arriving, their chatter filling the room. I had just stepped into the restroom when my colleague, Stacy, barged in, her face pale and her voice shaky.

“Lori, listen,” Stacy said. “I think you should go home.”

“Why would I do that?” I asked, confused by her sudden concern. “I need this shift, Stacy. What’s going on?”

She hesitated, clearly nervous. “You’re not going to like what you see in the hall.”

Curious and a little worried, I returned to the hall, only to freeze in shock. There, standing proudly as the groom, was David—my husband. He was smiling, holding the hand of another woman. My heart stopped.

Betrayal Unveiled

I felt the ground shift beneath me as I ran outside, tears streaming down my face. Stacy followed, trying to console me, but her words barely registered. My world had crumbled in an instant. I looked at the sign outside the hall, which read: “Welcome to the wedding of Kira and Richard.”

Richard? Who was Richard? David was pretending to be someone else. The betrayal was too much to bear. My tears turned to anger, and I decided to confront him.

I stormed back into the hall, just as the bride and groom were about to give their first toast. My heart pounded as I grabbed the microphone from David’s hand.

“I have an announcement!” I said, my voice shaking. The room went silent as all eyes turned to me.

“This man, standing before you, is not who he claims to be,” I said. “His name isn’t Richard—it’s David. And he’s my husband.”

Gasps echoed through the hall. The bride, Kira, stared at David in disbelief. “Richard…? What is she talking about?” she asked, her voice trembling.

David—or Richard—tried to deny it, but the evidence was undeniable. I pulled out my phone and showed a picture of us on our wedding day. Kira’s tears began to flow as the realization hit her.

A Shocking Revelation

As chaos erupted, David tried to explain himself, but no one was listening. I left the hall, determined to expose him further. Outside, I waited, ready to confront him again.

When David emerged, he was livid. “You ruined everything!” he shouted.

“You ruined our marriage,” I shot back. “How could you do this to me?”

Before our argument could escalate further, my phone rang. It was David—or so I thought. The voice on the other end sounded exactly like his, but it wasn’t him. Confused, I turned to the man in front of me, realizing the truth.

David had a twin brother he never knew about. Richard and David were separated at birth, adopted by different families. They had no idea the other existed until now.

Reuniting the Twins

Richard admitted he had been living a lie. He loved Kira and never meant to hurt anyone. Together, we decided to find Kira and explain everything.

When we found her, she was heartbroken. But after seeing David and Richard side by side, she understood. “I need time,” she said, tears in her eyes.

As for David and me, this ordeal brought us closer. “I’m sorry I doubted you,” I told him.

“I would’ve done the same,” he replied with a smile.

As shocking as it was to discover my husband as groom at wedding, the revelation brought a surprising twist. David gained a brother he never knew about, and I gained clarity. Sometimes, life throws unexpected challenges our way, but this ordeal taught me the importance of truth and resilience.

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Newborn baby cries all day – then parents check his crib

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Monica Pop

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When Walter entered the house and saw his wife Abby in the kitchen distressed, he knew their newborn baby hadn’t slept during the night. Logan’s constant crying for no reason worried these parents. They kept checking if his diapers were changed, if he was fed, and if something hurt him, but they couldn’t understand what was wrong and why their son wouldn’t calm down.

They even took him to the doctor’s, but they didn’t find anything unusual and told Walter and Abby that it could be a phase some babies go through.

“Oh, honey,” Walter turned to his wife. “How long has he been crying like that?”

“I’ve tried everything, Walter!” Abby broke down in tears. “He’s been fed, changed, bathed, and burped! I even took his temperature! I don’t know what to do now. He keeps crying!”

“Come, we’ll figure this out together,” Walter assured his wife as the two headed to Logan’s room.

“Hey there, buddy,” Walter said as he entered the nursery. “It sounds like you and Mama have had a really tough day, huh? Let’s see if Daddy can help make things better.”

When he took the baby in his arms, he calmed down for a while, but once in his crib, the crying continued, and it was even louder than before.

Walter got the idea of checking the mattress out. Although it was new, maybe it wasn’t comfortable enough. Who knew, maybe it was too firm, or even not firm enough, but there was certainly something that disturbed Logan’s sleep, and it could easily be related to his crib.

Upon further inspection, Walter was stunned to discover a stone inside the mattress. Surprised, he approached Abby and asked her, “For God’s sake Abby, why would you put a stone this big inside Logan’s mattress?”

Abby was as stunned. She had never seen that stone before. What’s most, she couldn’t understand how it found its way onside her baby’s mattress.

While the two discussed and even blamed one another, Walter’s mom appeared at the door. Looking at the stone in Walter’s hands, she uttered, “Walter, why did you take the stone out, I bought it especially for my grandson.”

Hearing these words, Walter and Abby got even more surprised. They had plenty of questions for Walter’s mom.

When asked why she would do such a thing, she answered, “Well, I thought it would catch his dreams and let him sleep.”

Abby couldn’t believe what her mother-in-lad said and was trying hard not to unleash her anger. “How can you put something inside the baby’s crib and then forget about it?” Abby asked. “So many sleepless nights over what? A stone!?”

The elderly lady tried to come up with explanations, but Abby didn’t let her finish her sentences. “The stone may have a meaning for you,” Abby said, “but for us, all it did was poke our baby and ruined our sleep.”

While the two women argued, Walter turned their attention towards Logan. After so many months, the baby finally fell asleep in his crib peacefully.

Abby’s MIL apologized for her act, and Abby and Walter forgave her because they were aware she only meant to help, although she shouldn’t have done anything without their permission.

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

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Monica Pop

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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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They even took him to the doctor’s, but they didn’t find anything unusual and told Walter and Abby that it could be a phase some babies go through.

When asked why she would do such a thing, she answered, “Well, I thought it would catch his dreams and let him sleep.”

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.

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