When Alicia returned home from a business trip, she discovered a baby next to her husband on their bed. His explanation made no sense, but she was tired. However, the shocking truth made sense a few hours later when she woke up.
After an extended business trip to New York, Alicia was finally home in Miami and was looking forward to resting on her bed with her husband, Luke. She carefully walked around the house, taking off her jacket and trying not to make a sound. It was late at night, and Luke had no idea she was back.
She was supposed to return in three days, but Alicia managed to finish her work early and decided to catch a flight back as soon as possible. Unfortunately, that meant reaching Miami after midnight and getting home way too late. But that was fine. Luke would be surprised when he woke up next to his wife in the morning.
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They talked all the time while she was gone, but a month was way too much time for a business trip. Never again, Alicia thought when she finally reached their bedroom.
Luckily, she didn’t have to turn on the lights because the moon reflected enough light to see around. She saw her husband’s figure on the bed and heard his light snoring but moved quickly around the room, changing into her PJs.
But she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a tiny bundle on her side of the bed. There was a pillow at the edge so the baby wouldn’t roll and fall to the other side. But Alicia and Luke didn’t have kids. What’s going on here? Where did he get that baby?
Luke didn’t have any family as he grew up in an orphanage, so the child couldn’t be a niece or nephew. So what was happening here? she wondered in shock.
She went to the other side of the bed and shook her husband. “Luke! Luke! Wake up!” she tried to keep a whispering tone, but she was way too startled for anything. Fortunately, the baby didn’t hear, but her husband felt her hand on his arm.
“What? Who…. Alicia? What are you doing here?” he said groggily, his hand raising to his face and wiping sleep from his eyes.
“Meet me in the kitchen right now!” she stage-whispered and walked away.
Luke followed slowly and looked at his wife sleepily. “You’re here early.”
“Yes, whatever. Who is that baby, Luke? What’s going on here?” she questioned angrily.
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“I’m not sure, Alicia. Someone left him on our doorstep a few days ago, and I’ve been taking care of him,” Luke said and yawned heavily.
“What? That doesn’t make sense! Let’s call the police!”
“Yes, we have to do that, but I keep forgetting while taking care of him. Listen, I’m way too tired to have this conversation. And you’re probably tired from traveling too. Let’s go to bed and figure out what to do in the morning, okay?”
“No, we have to figure it out right now!” Alicia exclaimed in exasperation.
“Shush, please. It’s too late. You’ll wake the baby. Please, let’s go to sleep,” Luke insisted and walked back to the bedroom, not waiting for Alicia’s response.
“Fine,” she whispered and followed. She laid down on the other side of the baby, and it was okay because their bed was huge. Shockingly, Alicia fell asleep quickly and didn’t dream that night.
Seven a.m. that day…
Alicia woke up to a couple of muffled voices coming from the living room. She turned on the bed and saw that Luke and the baby were gone, so she rushed up and sauntered out of the room, trying not to alert anyone.
“Luke, when are you going to tell her? This can’t go on like this!” a woman’s voice said in annoyance.
“Please, keep it down. I don’t know how to tell her, okay?” Luke said in a lower tone, hoping that Alicia wouldn’t wake.
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But she was wide awake now. Who is that? Is this about the baby? Is she his secret baby mama? Alicia worried and wondered if she should show herself and confront them.
“Please, let’s give it some time. I’ll tell her when the DNA results come out,” Luke pleaded, and Alicia’s jaw dropped.
DNA test? He got someone pregnant, and now they were testing to see the parentage? I can’t let this go on, she decided. Alicia stepped directly into the living room and saw Luke talking to a woman who was just outside the front door.
“What’s going on here? I want the truth right now, Luke. I heard everything. What DNA test? Is that your baby mama?” she demanded, crossing her arms on her chest. Luke and the woman turned around with wide eyes.
But shockingly, the stranger smiled. “Baby mama?” she said and laughed.
“There’s nothing funny about this. Luke, did you cheat on me with this woman?!” Alicia almost shouted.
“No! No! I swear! I would never do that. Please, listen to me,” Luke begged, walking towards her with his hand in front.
“You have ten seconds!” Alicia seethed, her arms still crossed in anger.
“This is my sister, Linda.”
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Alicia’s arms dropped. “What?”
“Linda and I met two weeks ago by chance. Look, baby. She looks just like me. We met at the supermarket and were shocked by our resemblance to one another. We started talking and realized we were both orphans. Now we’re waiting for the results of a DNA test to confirm it. But we’re pretty sure because our childhood experiences were similar. I believe I remember playing with her at the orphanage, but it’s a blurry memory,” Luke explained the shocking story.
“That’s crazy,” Alicia whispered, looking at the woman. But Luke was right. The woman looked awfully like him. If identical twins of different genders were possible, they would be the perfect example.
Luke continued. “We’ve gotten pretty close since then, and she had an emergency last night. She asked me to watch her baby, Tony. I was too tired to explain earlier, but there it is.”
Alicia calmed down and invited Linda inside to hear the woman’s side of the story. It was pretty remarkable. Luke also begged forgiveness for not telling her sooner, but he didn’t want to ruin her important business trip with this complicated news.
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“Anyway, the results are supposed to come out in a few days, and then, we’ll see. You can see them along with my husband and corroborate that we’re not lying. But I really hope it’s true because not having any extended family is the worst,” Linda commented after they talked for a while.
Alicia was glad to hear that Linda had a husband. It made the story much more plausible, and she forgave Luke for the lie pretty quickly because Tony was super cute.
A few days later, the results confirmed they were siblings, and they decided to spend more time together. Alicia was glad that Luke had a nephew to dote on, and she always thought that family mattered more than anything in the world.
What can we learn from this story?
- Don’t lie to your spouse. Things could’ve gone south for Luke if Alicia didn’t patiently wait for an explanation. So it’s best not to lie to your partner.
- Family is the most crucial part of life. Cherish your family members because tons of people wish they had them.
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A Family Forgot Their Wealthy Grandpa at a Gas Station on His Birthday — The Next Day, His Lawyer Called Them
On his 73rd birthday, Lennox treated his family to a lavish beach trip, only to be ignored, dismissed, and forgotten — literally! They left him at a gas station on the drive home. But the family learned the cost of their callous behavior when Lennox’s lawyer called them the next day.
I turned 73 last Tuesday. Most men my age would be proud. I’d transformed my grandfather’s humble construction company into a sprawling empire that stretched across three states.
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But what good was any of it when I sat alone at my mahogany dining table, staring at a cake with no one to share it?
I had called my son Gregory, my daughter Caroline, their spouses, and all five of my grandchildren to invite them to celebrate my birthday.
All of them had answered with excuses; they were too busy to spend one evening with me.
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I sat in my study later that night, nursing a glass of scotch, when an idea struck me.
Money. It had always been the one thing that got their attention. The one thing that made their schedules “magically open up,” as my late wife Helen used to say.
So I rented the most luxurious tour bus available and planned a weeklong trip to the coast. All expenses paid.
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Then I sent out new invites to my family, asking them to join me for the “real birthday celebration.”
The responses were predictably enthusiastic, now that they were getting more than a slice of cake and a few hours with an old man out of it.
When the day arrived, all 15 of them showed up with piles of luggage and wide smiles.
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My great-granddaughter Zoe squealed when she saw the tour bus and instantly started taking selfies in front of it.
I watched them board, chattering and laughing. My family… my legacy. I smiled to myself as I climbed aboard last. Maybe this was how we’d finally connect.
The countryside rolled by in waves of gold and green while I sat in the back, watching them all.
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Gregory played cards with his boys. Caroline sipped wine with her daughter-in-law. The youngest kids bounced between seats, high on sugar and excitement.
No one sat with me. Not at any point during the many hours it took to reach our destination.
The coast was beautiful, I’ll give it that. Blue waves crashing against rocky shores, and seagulls wheeling overhead.
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I paid for a boat tour on our first day, but when I joined my family in the hotel lobby, Gregory frowned at me.
“Don’t you think you’re a little old to be going on a boat trip, Dad? Think about your health. What if you had another heart attack?”
“I—”
“Greg’s right, Dad.” Caroline cut me off. “It’s best if you stay here.”
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And that was the pattern for the entire week.
I’d organized spa treatments, fishing excursions, surfing lessons, you name it. But I didn’t get to enjoy any of it. Or spend any time with my family.
Oh, they were careful to wrap their excuses in concern for my health, but Zoe’s obsession with social media betrayed them all.
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I was on my way to the beach (by myself) when I spotted Zoe in the garden just outside the hotel entrance, phone held out in front of her.
I started walking toward her but froze when I got close enough to overhear what she was saying.
“… enjoying the beach with my fam! We were even kind enough to bring my great-grandpa along, although my mom and grandma say he can’t do much because of his health issues. At least he can chill by the pool!”
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Zoe is only 12 and might be excused for spouting nonsense, but it was the narrative beneath her words that broke me; the things her mother and Caroline had told her.
I saw the truth now. I’d thought I was investing in a chance to bring my family together when I paid for this trip, but they just saw me as useless baggage they were forced to drag along.
I went down to the beach and stayed there, watching the families who actually cared about each other building sandcastles and laughing together until the stars came out.
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The week passed quickly.
Too quickly for them, apparently. The complaints started before we even loaded the bus for the return trip.
“God, this drive is going to be brutal,” Caroline muttered, sunglasses perched on her head.
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“I don’t know why Grandpa didn’t just rent a private jet,” her eldest son said, loud enough for everyone to hear.
Loud enough for me to hear.
Two hours into the journey home, I felt a tightness in my chest.
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A cold sweat broke out across my forehead.
It wasn’t a heart attack — I’d had one of those before and knew the difference. This was just age and stress and heartache making themselves known.
“Can we pull over?” I asked, my voice weaker than I intended. “I need a minute.”
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Gregory looked up from his laptop, irritated. “We just stopped an hour ago.”
“You can’t wait 30 more minutes?” Caroline snapped. “There’s a rest area up ahead.”
I pressed a hand to my stomach. “I just need a moment to breathe.”
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My son-in-law, James, sighed dramatically and signaled the driver.
The bus pulled into a grimy gas station, all buzzing florescent lights and faded advertisements.
“Make it quick, Dad,” Gregory said, not looking up from his screen.
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Gone was the concern for my health that they’d pulled out like red cards at a soccer match every time I tried to join in on the holiday excursions.
I shuffled inside the gas station restroom and splashed water on my face. The man who looked back at me in the mirror seemed suddenly smaller than I remembered.
When I walked back outside, blinking in the harsh sunlight, the parking lot was empty. The bus was gone.
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I stood there, my blazer suddenly insufficient against the wind that picked up. No phone. No wallet. Nothing but the clothes on my back and the watch on my wrist.
“You okay, sir?” A young voice broke through my shock.
A girl stood in the gas station doorway, maybe 19, her name tag reading “Marlee.”
“I think I’ve been… forgotten,” I said.
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She frowned, looking around the empty lot. “Someone just left you here?”
“My family,” I said, and the words felt like glass in my throat.
“That’s messed up,” she said simply. Then she disappeared inside, returning moments later with a foil-wrapped package. “Microwave burrito. It’s not much, but you look like you could use something.”
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I took it, surprised by the kindness of the gesture. “Thank you.”
Marlee’s shift ended two hours later. During that time, no one called, and no one came back for me.
“Look, I can’t just leave you here,” she said. “My apartment’s not far…”
So, I went home with Marlee to an apartment smaller than my bedroom.
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She made soup from a can and loaned me thick wool socks when she noticed me rubbing my feet.
“My brother’s room is yours tonight,” she said, showing me to a small bedroom with posters of bands I didn’t recognize. “We’ll figure this out in the morning.”
I lay awake that night, staring at the ceiling.
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Not once had Marlee asked who I was beyond my name. Not once had she questioned whether helping me would benefit her in any way.
She saw an old man in need and extended her hand. Simple as that.
When morning came, I borrowed Marlee’s cellphone and made one call — to my lawyer. It was time to teach my family a lesson.
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I was home by mid-morning, and my family started arriving by noon, their faces twisted with panic and indignation.
“Dad, there’s been a terrible misunderstanding,” Gregory started, standing in my foyer like he owned the place.
“We went back for you!” Caroline insisted, though we both knew it was a lie.
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I let them talk themselves out. Let them rage and plead and make promises we all knew they wouldn’t keep.
When they finally fell silent, I opened the front door.
Marlee stood on the porch, a plate of homemade cookies in her hands. I placed a gentle hand on Marlee’s shoulder as she entered, confusion evident on her face as she took in the scene.
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“This,” I said, calm as still water, “is Marlee. She didn’t know who I was. She didn’t know what I had. But she saved me, took care of me, and reminded me what it means to be seen.”
My family stared, uncomprehending.
“I’m taking back all the businesses, cars, houses, and every other gift I’ve ever given you all,” I continued, watching the realization dawn on their faces. “Everything you thought was yours will now belong to her.”
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“You can’t be serious,” Caroline whispered, her perfectly manicured hand pressed to her throat.
“You left me at a gas station without a backward glance. And I finally saw you all clearly.”
Marlee looked between us all, stunned. “Lennox, I don’t understand—”
“You will,” I said gently. “But unlike them, you never have to worry about what it means to be family. You already know.”
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They left in a storm of threats and tears. But I felt lighter than I had in decades. Marlee stayed, confused but kind as ever.
“You don’t have to do anything,” I told her as we sat in my study later. “The money and properties are yours, regardless. But I hope you’ll let an old man show you the ropes.”
She smiled then, and it reminded me so much of Helen that my heart squeezed in my chest.
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“I think,” she said carefully, “that we could both use a friend.”
And for the first time in longer than I could remember, I didn’t feel forgotten at all.
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