Adam didn’t visit his mother for years, neglecting her after he started having a life of his own. One day, he had to pick up some documents from her home, only to find the home destroyed and abandoned.
Diana Evans raised her son Adam alone. Although she struggled, she worked very hard to feed him and pay for his education. After graduating from high school, he decided to attend a university halfway across the country.
Although Diana was sad, she happily sent Adam off to study and live in New York while she remained in California. They would keep in touch during his first few years there, and he would call his mother whenever he had time.
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Diana never got to visit Adam in New York throughout his years in college. Their primary mode of communication was through phone calls, and although these started to lessen as time passed, Diana still appreciated them very much.
When Adam was set to graduate from university, he called his mom to invite her over. “Hey, mom!” he said on the phone.
“Hi Adam, it’s so great to hear from you! How have you been?” she said excitedly.
“I’m good, mom! I’m calling because I’m finally graduating in two weeks. Will you be able to come over?” he asked.
Hearing that, Diana was so proud and could feel her tears coming. She’d do anything to see her precious son march to get his diploma. “Of course, Adam. I’ll be there. I wouldn’t miss it! I’m so proud of you!” She smiled.
After ending the call, Diana proceeded to look for flights to New York. She was surprised to see how expensive the flights were, and she immediately realized she didn’t have enough money to purchase a round-trip ticket and a special graduation gift for Adam.
She decided to take in some extra work as a babysitter to earn money. She babysat for long hours to earn her money faster. When she had enough savings, she excitedly purchased her ticket and went to the department store to buy Adam a gift.
Diana circled the store for a couple of minutes before settling with a watch. She realized that any professional needed a nice and decent watch, so she wanted to give one to her son.
“Please wrap it nicely with a ribbon,” she told the saleslady. “It’s a graduation gift for my son. He’s graduating from a top university in New York!” she gushed.
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“That’s awesome! You must be so proud. Congratulations!” the saleslady said, packing the watch.
A couple of days later, Diana excitedly made her way to New York. Adam picked her up from the airport, and together they drove to his campus, where the graduation ceremony would start shortly.
Diana excitedly pulled out her cellphone and started to snap pictures. When it was Adam’s turn to receive his diploma, she couldn’t help but stand and cheer her heart out. “That’s my son!” she exclaimed.
After the ceremony, Adam met Diana and enveloped her in a hug. “Oh, son, congratulations!” she said as they embraced.
“Thanks, mom. This is all because of you,” he smiled. “Let’s have a good dinner now,” he said, walking with his mom towards the university exit.
Adam and Diana ate at a fancy New York steak restaurant and had a nice dinner together. At first, Diana was worried about the bill, until Adam told her not to. “I took a part-time job while studying, mom. This is my treat to you. Thank you for taking care of me all these years,” he said, squeezing her hand.
Diana was in tears. She was so grateful that Adam grew up to be such a kind gentleman. “I’m proud of you, son,” she said. “I got you something, too. It’s nothing great, but I hope you like it.”
She took out the gift box and handed it to Adam. “You really didn’t have to get me anything, mom,” he said as he opened it.
When he saw that it was a watch, he was surprised. “This is beautiful, mom. Thank you,” he said with a big smile on his face. “I’m going to wear this to work every day. That way, I’ll always have you with me.”
That night, the mother and son spent the night talking to one another, taking photos, and simply enjoying New York’s sights.
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After a couple more days in New York, Diana had to fly back to California. “Will you be visiting home soon, Adam?” she asked, suddenly remembering that she was back to living alone.
“I’ll try, mom. I do have some job interviews lined up, so I’m not sure when I’ll get to. I promise to call, though,” he assured her. With that, Diana nodded contently.
Unfortunately, that promise was short-lived. Adam used to call his mom every other day, but that slowly diminished until the calls just stopped coming.
During one of their final calls, Diana showed signs of depression caused by her loneliness. “I’ve lost a lot of weight, and I don’t really have an appetite,” she would share.
“You should eat, mom. Go out and talk to your neighbors and take walks in the park,” Adam said, shrugging off the signs she’d share.
For years, Adam would check on his mother once in a while but he was busy working in Wall Street and maintaining his relationship with his model girlfriend that these calls became too few.
One day, he decided to put up his own firm in New York. For that, he needed documents from California which he couldn’t ask his mom to simply mail. So at the last minute, he took a flight back home and traveled to their house without telling his mom. But when he got there, he was not expecting what he saw.
Their house was torn down and filled with cobwebs. The fences were on the floor, and the grass lawn looked as if it hadn’t been trimmed in years. He looked inside and saw the house empty save for some ruined furniture.
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Adam proceeded to call his mother, but she was not answering, so he walked to the next-door neighbor’s house to ask him what happened.
“Hi, Mr. Green,” he said as soon as their long-time neighbor answered the door.
“Adam? Is that you?” he asked. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s me, Mr. Green. Where’s mom? What happened to our house?” he said, feeling both guilty and scared.
“Oh, well, remember that storm that hit California a couple of months ago? Our homes were severely damaged. Your mom didn’t have enough money to repair it, and she said she didn’t want to burden you, so she moved to a nursing home,” Mr. Green explained.
“What? Why don’t I know any of this?” Adam said, shocked. “Where is her nursing home?” he asked.
After getting the address, he quickly made his way there. When he arrived, he saw Diana, frail and in a wheelchair. “Mom,” he said, in tears, as soon as he saw her.
“Adam? What are you doing here?” Diana asked.
“Mom, I’m so sorry for not paying more attention to you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me the most,” he said, on his knees in front of his mom’s wheelchair. He was sobbing, feeling guilty for having neglected his mother for years.
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“Adam, don’t be ridiculous. Get up from there,” she said, trying to raise her son. He shook his head and clung to her knees, and Diana couldn’t help but cry. She thought she would never see Adam again, and seeing him there, in the flesh, asking for forgiveness, made her feel both touched and relieved.
“I’m so sorry, mom. You don’t have to be alone ever again,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m going to live with you, and I’m going to take care of you,” he promised.
This time, Adam really kept his promise. He completely repaired their old home and took his mother out of the nursing home once it was completed. He also decided to start his business in California instead of New York and asked his girlfriend to move in with them.
Since then, the three of them lived together happily. The couple took care of Diana and made sure she was happy again. Meanwhile, Diana helped out at home while both Adam and his girlfriend worked, by cooking them meals and helping out with house chores.
What can we learn from this story?
- We should always make time for our loved ones. No matter how busy life gets, we should always take time to check on our loved ones no matter how far away they may be.
- A mother’s love is forever. Although she felt sad and abandoned, Diana never lost her love for Adam. Instead, she remained hopeful that one day they would reunite and see each other again.
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I Sold My Late Mom’s Belongings at a Flea Market, Where a Stranger’s Story Made Me Secretly Take a Hair from His Coat for a DNA Test — Story of the Day
While selling my late mom’s belongings, an older man recognized her pendant. His story shook me, and as he turned to leave, I took a strand of hair from his coat, determined to uncover the truth about my father.
After my mother passed away, I walked into our old house, and the silence hit me like a wave. The rooms felt hollow like they were waiting for someone who wasn’t coming back.
“Okay, just start,” I whispered to myself, though my legs refused to move.
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The air smelled faintly of her cinnamon rolls, always warm on Saturdays. I could almost hear the rustle of her dress as she walked through the hall, humming under her breath. But now, everything was still.
I forced myself toward the living room. Boxes were stacked neatly, waiting for me to decide their fate. My fingers hovered over the first one, and I sighed.
“This is ridiculous. It’s just stuff.”
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But every item pulled at me. Her old coffee mug, the one with the chip that I always told her to throw away. Her scarf, the one I’d borrowed without asking. I couldn’t let go, not yet.
And then I saw it. The pendant. It was tucked under a stack of faded letters. The emerald gleamed, catching the dim light.
“I’ve never seen this before. Where did this come from?”
Mom never wore jewelry like this. I stared at it.
“Well,” I said to myself again, “I guess it goes in the sale box.”
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***
The fair was alive with energy. The sweet, nutty aroma of roasted almonds and caramel was mixed with the faint tang of dust kicked up by the crowd.
My little table was wedged between a stall selling handmade candles and another offering second-hand books.
“Not exactly prime real estate,” I muttered to myself, rearranging a few items on the table.
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People walked by, some slowing down to glance at the assortment of belongings from my mother’s house. A couple picked up an old vase, murmured something to each other, and put it back. A child tugged at his mother’s sleeve, pointing at a set of vintage postcards.
“Excuse me,” a deep, slightly raspy voice broke through the noise.
I looked up to see an older man standing before me. His face was weathered, with deep lines etched around his eyes and mouth. He pointed to the pendant lying among the other items.
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“May I?” he asked.
“Of course,” I replied, watching as he picked it up carefully.
He held it up to the light. His expression softened.
“This pendant,” he began, his voice quieter now, “it’s beautiful. Where did it come from?”
“It belonged to my mother,” I explained, folding my hands nervously. “I found it while sorting through her things.”
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He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he stared at the pendant as if it held a secret only he could see.
“I gave one just like this to a woman once,” he said finally, his words slow and deliberate. “Her name was Martha. We spent a summer together—years ago, decades really. It was… unforgettable.” His lips curved into a bittersweet smile. “But life pulled us apart. I never saw her again.”
My heart thudded in my chest.
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“Martha,” I repeated under my breath. That was my mother’s name.
Could it be possible? I studied the man closely, searching for any hint of familiarity. I needed to get more information about him.
“Do you want to keep it?” I blurted, the words escaping before I could think them through.
He looked startled. “Oh, I couldn’t…”
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“I insist,” I said quickly. “But let me clean it first. I can make it look as good as new and send it to you later.”
His hesitation melted into a nod. “That’s very kind of you.” He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a scrap of paper. “Here’s my address.”
“Thank you, Mr.?”
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“Jackson,” he said, scribbling quickly and handing me the paper.
As he returned the pendant to me, my eyes caught a strand of hair on his coat, fine and silver. Without a second thought, I reached out discreetly and plucked it between my fingers.
“Nice to meet you, Jackson,” I said, slipping the strand into my pocket.
I had what I needed. It was time to find out the truth.
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***
I wrestled with the decision for days before finally handing over the strand of hair for a DNA test. The question of whether Mr. Jackson could be my father consumed me. My mother had never spoken of him, and that part of her life felt like a stolen chapter from my own biography.
She had secrets that even her death couldn’t bury. In the end, my need for answers outweighed my doubts. I submitted the sample and waited.
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Weeks passed, each day stretching endlessly, but then the results arrived. My hands shook as I opened the envelope, and my breath caught in my throat as I read the words: 99% probability.
Jackson was my father.
“Are you sure?” I had called the clinic, my voice trembling.
“Absolutely,” the technician replied. “There’s no mistake.”
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Armed with this truth, I found myself standing outside Jackson’s modest house, the pendant clutched tightly in my hand. My heart pounded as I knocked on the door.
He answered almost immediately, his expression shifting from surprise to curiosity.
“Miss…?” he began, but I quickly interrupted, extending the pendant toward him.
“This is yours,” I said softly.
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He hesitated before taking it. But when I explained the DNA test, his expression changed sharply. His brows furrowed, and his mouth tightened.
“You did what?” he demanded.
“I had to know,” I replied, my voice steady despite my racing heart. “The test confirmed it. You’re my father.”
Before he could respond, a girl, maybe fifteen, appeared at his side. She slipped her hand into his, her wide eyes flickering between us.
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“This is Julia,” Jackson said, his tone suddenly protective. “My daughter.”
“Who’s this?” she asked softly.
The sight of her only deepened the storm in Jackson’s eyes. He turned back to me, his voice rising.
“You had no right to do this,” he snapped. “I don’t believe you. I think you’re here because you want something.”
“Want something?” I repeated, my frustration breaking through. “I don’t want anything from you! I’ve spent my entire life wondering who my father was. Wondering why he wasn’t there!”
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But my words fell flat. Jackson shook his head, his jaw tight.
“Leave,” he said firmly, stepping back and closing the door.
I stood there, stunned and heartbroken, until the door creaked open again. Suddenly, Julia slipped out.
“Wait,” she called, catching up to me. “You seem to be my sister, right?”
I hesitated, then nodded. “It’s possible.”
Her face lit up with a small smile. “Come back tomorrow. I’ll talk to him. Please.”
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***
The next day, I returned to Jackson’s house. I didn’t know what to expect. When he opened the door, he looked different—calmer, almost vulnerable.
“I owe you an apology,” he said, stepping aside to let me in. “Yesterday, I… I didn’t handle things well.”
“It’s okay,” I replied. “I understand. It was a lot to take in.”
We settled into the living room. The pendant lay in his hands as he turned it over slowly, his fingers tracing its edges. The silence stretched, but finally, he spoke.
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“I gave this to your mother the day I asked her to marry me,” he said, his voice low. “I didn’t have a ring, but I wanted her to know how serious I was. She laughed and said she didn’t need diamonds. But not long after that, she… she ended things.”
“Ended things?” I asked, my brow furrowing. “Why?”
He sighed heavily. “I was going to go abroad to follow my dreams. I asked her to go with me. I didn’t know she was pregnant. If I had…”
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His voice trailed off, thick with regret.
“She never told me that,” I murmured. “She always said she was happy raising me alone. She never talked about you, not even once.”
Jackson looked up, guilt shadowing his face. “I think she wanted to protect you from… me. I didn’t fight for her the way I should have. And when I saw you yesterday, all I could think about was Julia. I was afraid of how she’d react, afraid of failing as a father again.”
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Julia, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, stepped forward.
“You didn’t fail me, Dad,” she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “And maybe this is a chance to make things right. For all of us.”
I reached into my bag, pulling out an old journal I’d found in the attic.
“I found this,” I said, holding it out to Jackson. “It’s my mom’s diary. I think you should read it.”
His hands trembled slightly as he opened the worn book. “What does it say?”
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I swallowed hard. “She wrote about why she left. She said she loved you, but she was scared. She’d just found out she was pregnant, and she thought… she thought you’d feel trapped. That you’d never follow your dream. I think she let you go because she loved you.”
“She couldn’t have been more wrong. She was my dream,” he whispered.
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The room fell silent, the weight of unspoken years pressing down on all of us. Finally, Jackson looked at me.
“I can’t change the past,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “But if you’ll let me, I’d like to be part of your life now.”
That evening, we sat down for a simple dinner. The food didn’t matter. It was the warmth around the table that I’d been missing for so long. As Julia cracked a joke and Jackson smiled for the first time, I felt something shift inside me. For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel alone. I had found my family.
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