When Kayla abandoned her baby, I gave up everything to raise him as my own. Fifteen years of scraped knees, birthdays, and bedtime stories later, she waltzed back into his life with a car and stole him away. Five years later, a knock at my door turned everything upside-down.
I hadn’t seen my little sister, Kayla, for months, but now she was on my doorstep with a bundle in her arms — a baby boy, maybe six months old, half-asleep and fussing.
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Her usually perfect eyeliner was smudged down her cheeks, and that designer perfume she always wore had faded to something stale and sad.
“Please look after him, Mae, just for a couple of weeks while I figure things out,” she mumbled, thrusting a diaper bag into my free hand.
“What?” My fingers clenched reflexively around the bag strap. “Kayla, what happened? When did you—”
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“It’s complicated.” She adjusted the baby as though her arms might break beneath his weight. “But I’ve got some opportunities lined up. Good ones. I just need breathing room, time to settle in. Two weeks, tops, Mae. Please.”
That was Kayla-speak for “I’m in trouble again.” Her eyes, so much like mine but always wilder, darted to her car.
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“Two weeks,” I repeated firmly.
“You’re a lifesaver, sis.” She flashed me a relieved smile as she handed the baby over. “I’ll call tomorrow.”
But weeks blurred into months, and Kayla vanished like smoke.
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The only communication was a text every few weeks: “Need more time” or “Can’t talk now.”
Then nothing at all.
Until three months after she left, when an envelope arrived in the mail. Inside, was the baby’s birth certificate, and a nasty surprise.
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The certificate was blank where a name should be. So, he was official, but nameless. It listed Kayla as the mother and no father at all.
I thought of my grandfather, Liam, the only stable male figure in Kayla’s and my chaotic childhood. He had been kind, steady, patient.
Then I looked at the little boy playing on the floor with his toys.
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“Liam it is,” I decided.
That night became the first of many landmarks: first steps across my living room, first words, first day of kindergarten.
I became his everything — rocking him through fevers, staying sleepless through teething nights, and laughing as we built towers and chunky wooden puzzles, and stuck our tongues out at each other.
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When Liam was seven, his teacher called about getting him braces.
The cost made my stomach drop, but I picked up a graveyard shift cleaning offices downtown, scrubbing toilets with hands already blistered from my day job at the warehouse.
When Liam turned ten, the school required laptops for their new curriculum.
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The pawnshop’s neon sign buzzed overhead as I traded my beloved guitar (the only thing I still had from my brief stint in a college band, my only real indulgence) for a laptop that would get him through.
“Where’d your guitar go?” he asked a week later, noticing the empty corner of the living room.
“Just loaned it to a friend,” I lied, hating how easily it came.
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Kayla remained nothing but a ghost. Maybe a birthday text every other year, brittle and hollow: “Tell him happy birthday from Mom.” As if the word “Mom” belonged to her by right, not by effort.
But everything changed on Liam’s 16th birthday.
I was setting up the small celebration I’d planned — just a few friends, pizza, and a homemade cake — when an engine purred outside.
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I peeked through the blinds to see a gleaming SUV that probably cost more than a year of my salary.
Kayla stepped out, looking like a stranger. Flawless makeup, expensive clothes, her hair highlighted to perfection.
Liam came downstairs, freezing when he saw her through the open door.
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“Hey, baby,” she said. “Sweet 16, huh? I brought presents.”
He looked at me, confusion rippling across his face. I’d shown him pictures of Kayla, and told him the truth in age-appropriate ways over the years: his mother loved him but couldn’t take care of him. She had problems. Maybe someday she’d be ready.
Apparently, someday had arrived in a $60,000 SUV.
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She visited every day that week, whisking him away to amusement parks, buying him flashy clothes, and spinning tales of “complicated times” and “endless love” that had kept them apart.
Then she showed up with the most flamboyant gift yet.
One scorching afternoon in July, a silver convertible pulled up to our faded duplex. It was topped with a garish red bow.
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I stepped onto the porch as Kayla climbed out of the convertible. Liam gasped at my side.
“What do you think, baby?” Kayla grinned as she strutted toward us, keys dangling from manicured fingers. “It’s all yours.”
Liam whooped for joy. He leaped down the porch steps and ran to hug Kayla.
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“You don’t need to struggle here anymore,” she declared, locking her gaze with mine over his shoulder. “Come live with me, baby. It’s time we were a family again.”
Liam turned to me, confusion, guilt, and yearning battling in his eyes. I saw the moment the yearning won.
And just like that, the boy I’d named and raised like my own was gone.
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No hug. No goodbye. Just excitement overtaking guilt as he slid into the driver’s seat of a car worth more than everything I owned.
Two days later, I got the text: “Thanks. I’ll give her a chance.”
Alone in our silent house, I gathered up tiny drawings labeled “Auntie/Mom,” crayon Mother’s Day cards, and packed them in boxes.
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I grieved like a mother without a grave to visit.
There were no casseroles, no sympathy cards, no formal ceremony to mark my loss. Just empty spaces where a boy had grown up and a silence where his laughter had been.
At work, people asked about Liam constantly.
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I developed a script: “He’s living with his mom now. Yes, his actual mom. No, it’s great, a wonderful opportunity for him.”
Eventually, they stopped asking.
Eventually, Liam existed only in my memories and the part of my heart he’d taken with him.
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Five years is both an eternity and nothing at all.
I’d downsized to a one-bedroom apartment across town, switched to a better-paying office job, and even dated occasionally.
Life had a new rhythm; quieter, steadier, lonelier.
Then came another knock.
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When I opened the door, I nearly didn’t recognize him.
“Liam,” I breathed.
He stood awkwardly, hands jammed into pockets, a duffel bag at his feet.
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“Hey, Aunt Mae.” His voice cracked. “She’s… she’s kicking me out. Said I need to figure out my own life now.”
I said nothing, just stared at this stranger wearing Liam’s face.
“College didn’t work out,” he continued, words tumbling out now.
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“I wasn’t focused enough, she said. Wasting her money. And when her boyfriend moved in last month, things got worse, and—” He stopped, swallowed. “I didn’t know where else to go.”
He wasn’t here to apologize… he just had nowhere else to go.
The hurt and betrayal that I’d thought I was over returned full force.
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But he was my little boy, and he had nowhere else to go.
“You can take the couch,” I said, stepping aside. “I don’t have a spare room anymore.”
Relief flooded his face. “Thanks. I won’t be any trouble.”
“I have rules,” I told him. “This isn’t like before.”
He nodded quickly. “Of course. Whatever you say.”
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Liam did his own laundry and contributed to the rent from his part-time job at a garage.
Slowly, cautiously, we rebuilt something from the ashes.
Our conversations grew less guarded. He told me about the disasters of living with Kayla — the revolving door of boyfriends, the drinking, the expectations he could never quite meet.
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“The car was repossessed after the first year,” he admitted one night over takeout. “Turns out she hadn’t actually bought it. Just leased it to impress me.”
I nodded, unsurprised.
He looked up. “I should have called. After I left. But everything was so great at first. I was finally getting to spend time with my mother, and then, when things turned bad… it felt like it was too late, like I could never make up for what I did to you.”
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“It hurt when you left like that,” I admitted, “but you were a kid, as charmed by Kayla as everyone else she ever set her sights on winning over. I get it, but you still should’ve called.”
He smiled then, a small, sad smile that carried the weight of our shared history. “Thanks for giving me a second chance, even if I’ve done nothing to deserve it.”
I looked at him, this boy-turned-man who’d broken my heart.
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“That’s what family does,” I told him, and for the first time in years, the word didn’t taste bitter on my tongue.
Liam broke. His shoulders shook as he buried his face in his hands. I didn’t think twice; just moved over and put my arms around him.
“I’m so sorry,” he said between sobs.
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Outside, rain tapped gently against the windows, wrapping our small apartment in a cocoon of sound.
A Few Hours before Wedding, Groom Puts on Jacket and Finds a Letter from His Mother in Its Pocket — Story of the Day
Today’s story is about a man who found a note from his mother in his jacket pocket a few hours before the wedding and couldn’t stop crying when he read it.
Kale was restless as he lay on his bed. He’d been trying to sleep for an hour, but sleep seemed to have other plans. What are you doing, Kale? The man sighed and buried his face in the pillow, cursing himself. You need to sleep! What will Camilla think if she sees you groggy on your wedding day?
But after nearly an hour, Kale still hadn’t fallen asleep. He finally sat up, took out the family album from his side drawer, and began flipping through the photos, remembering the old days.
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He was just 5 years old when his father David died in a car accident. David ran a small grocery store, and they didn’t make much money back then. The family was already struggling, and his father’s death devastated his mother, Lillian, but she never showed her pain to her son and did her best to raise him.
When he turned 18, she worked several jobs just to send him to college. The store was still there, but it wasn’t enough to provide for his education.
So the elderly lady worked multiple jobs and saved every penny she could, promising herself that she would help her son fulfill his dream of becoming a software engineer. And Kale, like a good son, did not disappoint his mother.
He worked hard and graduated magna cum laude from New York University. He also had several good offers and a handsome package by the end of his senior year of college.
However, by that time, Lilian’s health wasn’t doing well. She didn’t tell her son about it because she didn’t want him to worry. So when Kale returned to his Florida home one day, he was surprised to discover his mother almost lifeless on the bed.
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He immediately called a doctor, who delivered the sad news to him that Lilian was suffering from Alzheimer’s. It was still in its early stages, but her condition was rapidly deteriorating because she didn’t take care of herself.
Kale was advised to transfer her to an old-age home where she would be cared for, but he didn’t want to do that. He tried to take care of his mother in the same way she had taken care of him and applied for a leave of absence to do so. However, nothing changed. Lilian’s condition worsened to the point where she could no longer recognize her own son.
When Kale saw his mother in that state, he became terrified and decided to move her to a nursing home. However, he didn’t want to leave her alone, so he brought her to New York and found a home for her over there.
Three years passed like that, and Lilian’s condition thankfully did not deteriorate, but she still had those moments when she forgot everything, including Kale.
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One day, Kale took his girlfriend, Camilla, to see his mother. They had just recently started dating then and when Lilian met Camilla, her eyes welled up. More surprisingly, she recognized Kale that day. But on their next visit, it was the same story again, where Lilian declared she never had a son.
A few years later, Kale and Camilla were already engaged and they went to visit Lilian to invite her to the wedding. But the poor woman didn’t recognize them both and kept asking how they knew her.
Kale ran out of the nursing home in tears. “What do I do, Camilla? Mom doesn’t even recognize us! And the wedding is just two days away!”
“It’s okay, honey,” Camilla consoled him. “I have an idea if you want your mother to attend our wedding.”
Camilla suggested that they’d hold two weddings. One with all the guests because they’d already sent out the invitations, and the other with intimate family members later at the church close to the nursing home, in the hopes that Lilian would at least recognize them then and give her blessing.
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It was already 4 in the morning and Kale couldn’t stop thinking about his mother. His wedding was just hours away so he closed the photo album, closed his eyes, and managed to force himself to sleep until the sound of the doorbell woke him.
He got up, rubbed his eyes, and slowly walked towards the door. It was seven in the morning and a delivery boy stood outside with a package from his mother’s nursing home. Kale unwrapped the present quickly and discovered a nice suit inside.
Did mom send this to me? Did she finally remember that it is my wedding day? Kale leaped to his feet in delight and dashed over to the mirror to try on the suit. However, as he was putting on the jacket, he noticed a strange bulge in his pocket. He reached into the coat pocket and found a letter inside. “Please open it before your wedding,” it read on the top. Kale recognized his mother’s handwriting and immediately opened the letter and began reading.
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“Dear Kale,” it began. “I’m glad you’ve found someone you love, but let me warn you…Moving forward with the idea of marriage is not going to be easy for you. That’s why I’m writing this letter to you before it’s too late.”
“First of all, have a wonderful wedding, son. I came across your wedding invitation today. Thanks for leaving it with the nurse. I really want to see you get married, irrespective of whether I’ll be able to recognize you or not. The nurse here thinks it’s a miracle that I remembered you when I saw the wedding invite. I wish this miracle could last a little longer so that I could remember everything.
“But in any case, please remember that I’m always there with you. Please love your wife and take good care of her. Marriage is a sacred relationship, but it’s not a bed of roses. There’ll be ups and downs, but in a relationship, the heart for understanding each other is the most important.
“Also, keep in mind, son, that you now hold not just a wife and a beloved woman, but the most valuable treasure. So try and help her; she is a fragile woman who may appear strong from the outside, but just like everyone else, even she needs support. And please, don’t quarrel over petty things such as money. Money is not more important than love and relationships.
“Love your wife, try to understand her, and admire her. When she looks at you with love in her eyes, look at her with the same feeling. Every quarrel, like every hurtful word, has the potential to pierce the heart. Don’t let that come in between you two and destroy your family. Do not pursue other women; you have made a decision to pursue her, so don’t look back and be the man of her dreams. I hope you’d be as wonderful a husband as you are a son. With love, Mom.”
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Kale’s eyes welled up as he finished reading the letter. He quickly got ready and went to the nursing home to meet his mother. Unfortunately, Lilian didn’t recognize him, but he decided to bring her to the wedding as she’d desired.
He went out and bought her a lovely gown and asked the nurse to get her ready. Lilian arrived at the wedding venue in a wheelchair, completely unaware of her surroundings, but tears welled up in her eyes when she heard her son say, “I do!” Perhaps, just for a moment, she did recognize her son and his future wife.
What can we learn from this story?
- Love and respect your parents. Kale loved his mother and never left her alone, despite her condition. All of us should try to be like that.
- Miracles do happen. Lilian had almost forgotten about his son, but she remembered him one day and wrote him a touching letter.
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