Kate Middleton has been busy with her charity work, as confirmed by a spokesperson from Kensington Palace. This comes after it was announced a few months ago that the Princess of Wales had abdominal surgery. Here’s everything we know.
Kate Middleton is back to work, albeit from home.
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Following her abdominal surgery in January, the Princess of Wales took a step back from royal duties. However, she has been actively involved in overseeing a U.K. study commissioned and funded by her Royal Foundation Centre for Early Childhood. This study aimed to test the feasibility of a new baby behavior observation tool.
A spokesperson from the Palace stated to the Telegraph newspaper on March 21, «The Princess has been kept updated throughout the process.»
She must be very busy now.
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The 10-month study concluded with «overwhelmingly positive» results, according to the Institute of Health Visiting, which conducted the trial. On March 21, the group reported their findings. They researched the effectiveness of the Alarm Distress Baby Scale (ADBB) and its shorter version, the m-ADBB, in evaluating infants’ social behaviors during routine health visits.
Results showed that the health workers who participated in the study rated both training programs highly and acquired «additional knowledge and skills» for explaining their observations.
Kate has always been passionate about research and philanthropy related to children, especially since she shares three kids, Prince George (10), Princess Charlotte (8), and Prince Louis (5), with her husband, Prince William. In 2021, she launched the Royal Foundation Centre for Early Childhood, building on her Early Years charitable initiative that she debuted two years earlier.
The Palace previously mentioned that Kate wouldn’t return to public duties until after Easter following her surgery in January.
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The Palace, which had previously stated that the princess was unlikely to resume public duties until after Easter following her surgery in January, provided a brief update amidst ongoing discussions about Kate’s recovery and activities. Despite her absence from the public eye, there have been occasional sightings, such as a couple resembling Kate and William photographed at a farm shop in Windsor on March 16.
Despite recovering from surgery, Kate Middleton remains dedicated to her charitable work, even from home. Recent sightings with William show she’s on the mend.
This latest update about Kate comes after major news and photo agencies removed an official, edited picture of her and the kids, released by Kensington Palace, citing that it did not meet their editorial standards. In response, Kate issued a rare statement, which we covered in another article.
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My Parents Took Back the House Down Payment They Gifted Me – But They Had No Idea It Was All Part of My Plan
My parents gifted me a down payment for a house. I came to the brutal realization that I had to make them take it back without them discovering the real reason. Cue fake renovation plans, manufactured risks, and the biggest deception I’ve ever pulled on the people who raised me.
I stood in our living room, my hands trembling slightly as I held out the stack of renovation plans.
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The familiar scent of Mom’s lavender candles mixed with the coffee Dad had been nursing all afternoon, a combination that usually meant home and safety.
Not today, though.
Today, my stomach churned as I prepared to deliberately deceive the two people who’d given me everything.
Dad sat in his usual armchair, the one with the worn leather arms where he’d spent countless evenings helping me with homework.
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The afternoon sun caught the silver threading through his dark hair — when had that happened?
Mom perched on the edge of the sofa, her reading glasses sliding down her nose as she peered at the papers I was about to present. Her fingers worried at the corner of her cardigan, a nervous habit I’d inherited.
“So,” I began, proud of how steady I kept my voice, “I’ve been working on something exciting.”
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I handed over the plans, watching their faces carefully. The papers trembled slightly in my grip, documents that had taken two days of frantic preparation with my architect friend Jamie.
“I’ve decided I want to spend the down payment money you gifted me after graduation on a fixer-upper that could be converted into a duplex. The return on investment could be incredible.”
Dad’s forehead creased as he studied the first page.
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I’d made sure the numbers were eye-watering and Jamie had helped me make everything look professional but deliberately concerning.
The estimated costs were just shy of astronomical, carefully calculated to trigger every parental alarm bell.
“The initial estimates are just the beginning,” I continued, pacing now. The carpet muffled my footsteps, but I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.
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“Construction costs are unpredictable, and we might need more than the down payment money if things go over budget.”
I let that sink in, watching Mom’s face pale slightly.
“Hannah, sweetheart,” Mom’s voice quavered exactly as I’d hoped it would. “These numbers… they’re astronomical.” She pushed her glasses up and exchanged a worried glance with Dad. “The contingency fund alone could buy a small car.”
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Dad set the plans down with the careful deliberation I recognized from childhood, the way he’d place my report cards on the kitchen table before we had “serious discussions.” His coffee sat forgotten, growing cold on the side table.
“This is reckless, Hannah,” he said flatly. “You’d be drowning in debt before the first nail was hammered.”
His protective instincts were firing exactly as I’d predicted.
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“The market’s unstable enough without taking risks like this. Remember what happened to the Hendersons when they tried flipping houses?”
“But the potential —” I started, then let my voice trail off as Mom interrupted.
“Maybe,” she said, reaching for my hand, “we should take back the down payment until you find something… safer. This is too much responsibility for you right now.”
Her thumb rubbed circles on my palm, a gesture that had comforted me through scraped knees and broken hearts. Now it nearly broke my composure.
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I forced disappointment into my voice. “If that’s what you think is best.”
The relief that flooded through me was real, though not for the reasons they assumed. I gathered up the plans, letting my shoulders slump just enough to sell the dejection.
As soon as I was out of the living room, I stopped fighting to hold back my grin. I ran upstairs to my room and sent Jamie a quick text to let him know the plan had worked.
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I flopped onto my bed as the events from two nights ago flashed through my mind.
I stood frozen in the dark kitchen, my bare feet cold against the tile floor. I’d come down for a glass of water, but Mom’s voice had stopped me in my tracks.
“The medical bills just keep coming,” she’d whispered into the phone, probably thinking I was asleep like any sensible person at midnight.
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“We’re burning through our retirement savings and the mortgage… God, Mom, we might lose the house. But keep it a secret from Hannah. We need to get things done while she’s clueless.”
I’d stood there, my throat tight, as Mom detailed their financial struggles to Grandma. Each word felt like a physical blow.
The emergency surgery Dad needed last year. The property taxes they’d barely scraped together. The second mortgage they’d taken out to help pay for my college tuition.
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Here they were, drowning in debt, and they’d still given me their savings for a down payment on my own place.
I’d spent the next forty-eight hours in a frenzy of planning. Jamie hadn’t just helped with the renovation plans — he’d stayed up late into the night, helping me research construction costs and market trends to make my fake project both compelling and terrifying.
I’d practiced my pitch in the mirror, calibrating every word to push their protective buttons without seeming obvious about it.
And today, all that hard work had paid off.
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A week later, I sat at their dinner table, pushing Mom’s pot roast around my plate. The atmosphere felt lighter somehow like the house itself could breathe easier.
The familiar chime of forks against plates, the soft hum of the ceiling fan, the lingering scent of fresh bread… everything felt more precious now that I knew how close they’d come to losing it all.
“Hannah,” Dad said suddenly, setting down his fork. “We need to tell you something.”
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He reached for Mom’s hand, their fingers intertwining in a gesture I’d seen a thousand times before. “Taking back that down payment… it saved us from having to sell the house.”
Mom’s eyes welled up, catching the warm kitchen light. “We didn’t want you to worry, but we almost lost everything. The medical bills, the mortgage…”
Her voice cracked, and I couldn’t stay silent anymore.
The words tumbled out before I could stop them. “I know. I heard you on the phone with Grandma.”
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Their shocked faces made me continue. “The renovation plan I showed you? It was fake. I worked with Jamie to create it and made sure the costs looked scary enough that you’d want to take the money back. I couldn’t let you lose everything just to give me a head start.”
“You did this… for us?” Mom’s voice cracked, her hand covering her mouth.
I smiled through the tears that had started falling. “You deserved to be safe, even if it meant I had to wait to chase my dreams. After everything you’ve sacrificed for me? This was the least I could do.”
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Dad stared at me for a long moment before letting out a surprised laugh that sounded suspiciously watery.
“You tricked us into protecting ourselves? That’s… that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” He shook his head, but I could see the pride mixing with the disbelief in his eyes.
“I learned from the best,” I said, gesturing between them. “All those years of you two sacrificing everything for me? Maybe it was time I returned the favor. Besides,” I added, trying to lighten the moment, “I’m pretty sure there’s something in the daughter handbook about keeping your parents from doing stupidly noble things.”
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Mom pulled me into a fierce hug, her tears soaking into my shoulder. She smelled like vanilla extract and that fancy hand cream I got her last Christmas. Dad’s arms wrapped around us both, and for a moment, we just held each other, crying and laughing at the same time.
Looking back, I realized something profound had shifted that night.
The roles we’d played all my life — the protectors, and the protected — had blurred and reformed into something new. Something stronger.
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My dream of owning my own place could wait. This, right here, was home enough.
As we finally pulled apart, Dad wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, and Mom squeezing my fingers tight, I knew I’d made the right choice. The weight of secrets had lifted, replaced by a deeper understanding between us.
Sometimes love means letting go of your dreams to protect someone else’s reality. And sometimes, in protecting others, you find that an even better dream was waiting for you all along.
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The three of us stayed at that dinner table long into the night, sharing stories and truths we’d kept hidden, rebuilding our family’s foundation on something stronger than pride or protection: honest love, freely given, finally unburdened by secrets.
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