At 75, my life was filled with silence and memories until I met Julia, a young mother with a baby, sitting alone by the roadside. What started as a simple act of kindness soon unraveled a story of desperation, betrayal, and an unexpected bond.
At 75, my life had grown quiet. The days seemed longer, each one blending into the next. I spent most of my time thinking about the past. My daughter, Gianna, had died three years ago, and not a day went by that I didn’t think of her.
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My son, Sebastian, lived in another city. He was busy with work and his own family. He called from time to time, but his visits were rare. I missed him, but I understood. Life has a way of pulling us all in different directions.
My life passed quietly as I shopped for groceries and attended my weekly book club meetings.
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One afternoon, after picking up groceries, I saw her. A young woman was sitting by the side of the road, holding a baby wrapped in a thin, worn blanket. Her head was bowed, her face hidden, but something about her caught my attention.
Maybe it was her eyes when she finally looked up—filled with exhaustion and sadness—or maybe it was the way she held the baby so protectively. She reminded me of Gianna.
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I couldn’t just walk past her.
“Do you need help, dear?” I asked softly as I approached her.
She looked up at me, startled. “I don’t want to be a burden,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“Nonsense,” I said. “You and the baby need a warm place. Come with me.”
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She hesitated for a moment, but then slowly nodded. “Thank you,” she whispered again.
We walked back to my house in silence. The baby, a little boy, stirred in her arms, and she tightened her hold on him. I led them inside, offering her a seat on the couch while I warmed some tea. The house had been cold for so long, but now it felt different. It felt alive.
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“What’s your name, dear?” I asked as I handed her a steaming cup.
“Julia,” she said, her voice still soft. “And this is Adam.”
I smiled at the baby, who blinked up at me with big, curious eyes. “He’s a handsome little boy,” I said, trying to make her feel comfortable.
“Thank you,” Julia said, a small smile playing on her lips for the first time. “He’s all I have.”
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In the days that followed, Julia stayed with me. She found a job at a local grocery store, and I took care of Adam while she worked. He was a joy to have around. His little giggles and the pitter-patter of his feet brought a new energy to the house, one I hadn’t felt in years. It was as if life had returned.
“Thank you for letting us stay here,” Julia said one night after she put Adam to bed. She sat across from me at the kitchen table, her hands wrapped around a cup of tea.
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“It’s been good for me,” I replied honestly. “The house was too quiet before you came.”
“I don’t know what we would’ve done without you,” she said, her eyes filled with gratitude.
As the weeks passed, we grew closer. Julia told me a little about her past. She mentioned her five-year-old daughter, Aurora, who was in a charity hospital.
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“She’s… not well,” Julia said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But we don’t talk about it much.” There was a sadness in her eyes whenever she spoke of Aurora, but I didn’t push. I figured she’d open up when she was ready.
Then, one afternoon, everything changed.
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Adam and I came home from my book club earlier than usual. Even though Adam usually slept through our little gatherings, today he kept crying and nothing could calm him down.
The house was quiet—too quiet. Julia was supposed to be at work, and Adam was with me, so I didn’t expect anything to be out of the ordinary. But when I walked into my bedroom with Adam in my arms, I froze.
Julia was standing by my dresser, pulling open the drawers. My jewelry, loose bills, even my mother’s old brooch were scattered on the floor.
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“Julia?” I gasped, my heart sinking.
She spun around, her face pale. Tears welled up in her eyes instantly. “I can explain,” she stammered, dropping everything she had in her hands.
“Why?” I whispered, unable to move, unable to believe what I was seeing.
“I didn’t mean to steal,” Julia cried, her hands shaking. “I just… I didn’t know what else to do. Aurora’s surgery… I can’t afford it, and I can’t lose her. I’ve already lost so much.”
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Her words hung in the air. I could hear the fear and the hopelessness, and despite my anger, I felt my heart soften. I understood her pain. The thought of her losing her child, just like I had lost mine, was unbearable. How could I turn away from her, knowing that kind of sorrow?
I knelt down beside her, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. “Julia, I know you’re scared. I can’t imagine the fear you must be feeling right now, but you should have told me. I could’ve helped.”
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She looked up, her tear-streaked face full of remorse. “I was ashamed. You’ve done so much for me already, and I didn’t want to ask for more.”
“We’ll figure this out together,” I said softly. “You don’t have to go through this alone.”
Julia wiped her tears, her eyes wide with disbelief. “You’re… you’re not angry?”
“I am,” I admitted. “But I understand why you did what you did. And I forgive you.”
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She stared at me for a moment, then threw her arms around me, sobbing into my shoulder. “Thank you… thank you so much.”
That night, I lay in bed thinking. There was no way I could let Julia face this alone. Aurora needed that surgery, and if we worked together, maybe we could make it happen. The next morning, I woke up determined. I wasn’t just going to help Julia; I was going to rally the town.
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I hadn’t been involved in the community for years, but in my younger days, I had been known for organizing events. I reached for the phone and started calling people. First, my old friends, then former students and neighbors.
Word spread quickly. Everyone remembered me from when I taught at the local school, and when I explained Julia’s situation, people were eager to help.
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“I’ve got some extra things I can donate for an auction,” one of my former students, Maria, said. “We could hold it at the community center.”
“I’ll bake pies for the fundraiser,” said Mrs. Ellison from down the street. “People always love my apple pies.”
“We could put on a community play,” suggested David, an old friend who worked with the local theater group. “Maybe sell tickets to raise more money.”
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On the day of the fundraiser, the community center was buzzing with activity. I watched in awe as people from all walks of life came together to help Julia and Aurora. The auction went better than expected, with people bidding generously on everything from homemade quilts to antique vases.
The bake sale was a hit, too—Mrs. Ellison’s pies sold out in less than an hour.
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When the play began, I saw Julia sitting in the front row, her eyes filled with tears of gratitude. She glanced at me from across the room, mouthing the words, “Thank you.”
I smiled, my heart swelling with pride. This wasn’t just about raising money—it was about bringing the community together, reminding me that I still had a place in this world. We raised every penny needed for Aurora’s surgery.
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The day of the surgery was nerve-wracking. I sat with Julia in the hospital, holding her hand as we waited. “She’s going to be okay,” I whispered, more for myself than for her. In that moment, I thought of Gianna, of the long nights I’d spent at her bedside. The waiting, the praying. I squeezed Julia’s hand tighter.
Hours passed, and finally, the doctor came out with a smile. “The surgery was a success,” he said. “Aurora’s going to be fine.”
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Julia collapsed into my arms, sobbing with relief. “Thank you… I don’t know how to ever repay you.”
“You don’t need to repay me,” I said, brushing her hair away from her tear-streaked face. “You’ve already given me so much. You’ve brought life back into my home.”
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After the surgery, Julia and the children came back to my house. The place was no longer quiet and empty. Adam’s laughter echoed through the halls, and Aurora’s sweet voice filled the air. Toys were scattered across the living room, and the once-silent rooms were now full of life and love.
One evening, as we sat together at the dinner table, I looked at Julia, Aurora, and Adam, feeling something I hadn’t felt in years—contentment.
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“Stay,” I said suddenly. Julia looked at me, surprised. “Stay here. You and the kids. This house needs noise. It needs life. You’ve become like family.”
Julia’s eyes filled with tears again. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
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And just like that, the house wasn’t empty anymore. It was full of laughter, love, and the warmth of a new family bound not by blood, but by something much stronger.
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How Beauty Standards of the Miss World Pageant Have Changed
On March 9, 2024, the Miss World 2023 pageant was held to choose a beauty queen once again. The crown went to Krystyna Pyszková of the Czech Republic. To honor this event, we decided to take a look at the history of the contest and find out how the jury’s approach to assessing women’s beauty has changed over the decades.
1950s: it all started with a scandal.
Kiki Håkansson (Sweden), Miss World 1951
In 1951, as part of the Festival of Britain, the Festival Bikini Contest was held, which journalists later named Miss World. This event became a scandal because in those days a bikini was considered indecent.
Swedish beauty Kikki Håkansson became the winner of this first pageant. And to this day, she remains the only winner to have received her crown while wearing a bikini. Later, the finalists would wear a one-piece swimsuit or evening gown to the awards ceremony.
Denise Perrier (France), Miss World 1953, and Marita Lindahl (Finland), Miss World 1957
Despite the 1951 bikini scandal, the contest founder Eric Morley was pleased with the public attention and decided to hold the pageant annually. His requirements for potential participants were as follows: single women without children aged 17 to 27.
Corine Rottschäfer (Netherlands), Miss World 1959
In 1959, a major British television channel agreed to broadcast the pageant, thus making it even more popular. Corine Rottschäfer found herself in a delicate situation before the awarding ceremony when she discovered that her evening gown had holes in it. Another contestant lent Corine the dress and eventually finished third, while Corine became the winner.
1960s: Miss World is gaining momentum.
Katharina Lodders (Netherlands), Miss World 1962
In the 1960s, the Miss World pageant became one of the most watched television shows. The cash prize for the winner was increased from £500 to £2,500. In 1961, the requirements for contestants were also changed: the upper age limit was now 25 years old.
Katharina Lodders, who was crowned in 1962, addressed these criteria in her own way. On collecting the award, she said out loud, «I don’t think I’m the most beautiful girl in the world — I am the most beautiful girl here.»
Ann Sidney (Great Britain), Miss World 1964
In 1964, the winner was Ann Sidney, who later made a career in the movie industry. By the way, Morley introduced a new rule that same year: he forbade the mothers of contestants to accompany their daughters. The reason why was because the mother of one of the girls caused a lot of inconvenience to the organizers, getting involved in their work.
Reita Faria (India), Miss World 1966
In the late 1960s, the contest became even bigger. In 1966, Morley sent invitations to more than 70 countries, 66 of which were happy to respond. And in 1968, for the first time in the history of the event, a married girl was allowed to participate. In the 1970s, however, a strict criterion for the marital status of contestants was reintroduced: single only, period.
1970s: feminists change the essence of the pageant.
Jennifer Hosten (Grenada), Miss World 1970
The beginning of the decade was marked by a new scandal. In 1970, a week before the pageant, British feminists claimed that Miss World objectified women and threatened to interrupt the show. And they did it. When the event was in full swing, some female guests rose from their seats and began to blow whistles, jingle rattles and shout slogans. Later, the movie Misbehaviour starring Keira Knightley was based on these events.
In 1970, Jennifer Hosten won the crown. She became the first black woman to win it.
Marie Stävin (Sweden), Miss World 1977, and Silvana Suárez (Argentina), Miss World 1978
The conflict with feminists forced the organizers to think about the message the pageant was sending to the world. And in 1972, Eric Morley and his wife announced that the event would now be held under the slogan «Beauty With a Purpose.» The contestants were also required to present their charity projects to the jury.
1980s: «Beauty With a Purpose»
Mariasela Álvarez (Dominican Republic), Miss World 1982
In the 1980s, the slogan «Beauty With a Purpose» got another meaning: new tests of intelligence and personality were added to the contest program. In the eyes of the judges, the contestants’ personal qualities became as important as their looks.
Giselle Laronde (Trinidad and Tobago), Miss World 1986
In the second half of the decade, the contest became criticized again. The public in different countries didn’t like the fact that girls were judged only by representatives of Western countries. And in 1986, Morley decided to hold the preliminaries of the contest in Macau and give the Eastern judges the opportunity to select the contestants. The winner that year was Giselle Laronde from Trinidad and Tobago. This was the first time a representative of this country won the crown.
Ulla Weigerstorfer (Austria), Miss World 1987
And in 1987, the organizers ignored their own rule that allowed to participate girls aged only 17 to 25 and let a 26-year-old beauty to compete for the crown. Later, the upper age limit would be made 27 again.
1990s: crisis
Aishwarya Rai (India), Miss World 1994
In the early 1990s, the popularity of the contest began to decline, and major TV channels stopped broadcasting it. But Morley wasn’t going to give up and managed to find ways to organize the contest at a lower cost.
Yukta Mookhey (India), Miss World 1999
In the second half of the decade, the organizers decided to gather a jury of representatives of different professions from all over the world in order to increase the interest of the audience. So, now beauties were judged by actors and actresses, athletes, magazine editors, and top models from different countries.
2000s: a woman takes the reins.
Agbani Darego (Nigeria), Miss World 2001
In 2000, Eric Morley passed away, so his wife Julia took on her husband’s work and decided to make some adjustments. For example, she called the pageant «stupid and horrible» and promised to make it «more positive» for women. She condemned the part of the show where girls had to first parade around in swimsuits and then give interviews about their life ambitions. «Not because I thought there was something wrong, horrible, and unnatural about swimsuits, but I thought you generally don’t feel comfortable if someone is interviewing you in a tux, and you are in a bathing suit,» Julia said.
Rosanna Davison (Ireland), Miss World 2003, and Kaiane Aldorino (Gibraltar), Miss World 2009
In 2004, Julia Morley surpassed her spouse by managing to gather a then record number of participating countries — 107 girls took part in the competition.
2010s: no swimsuits
Megan Young (Philippines), Miss World 2013
In 2013, the contestants traveled to Bali. It was the first time the event was held in Southeast Asia. Also, for the first time in the history of the contest, a girl from the Philippines, Megan Young, won the crown.
Manushi Chhillar (India), Miss World 2017
Julia Morley, who had previously voiced her discontent with overly revealing costumes of contestants,
decided to remove the swimsuit competition from the pageant in 2015. She said, «We are really not looking at her bottom. We are really listening to her speak.»
2020s: what’s next?
Karolina Bielawska (Poland), Miss World 2021
The first event of the new decade wasn’t really big. In 2022, the number of countries participating in the contest was the smallest since 2003 — only 97. The winner was Karolina Bielawska from Poland. Next time, the Miss World jury gathered in 2024 and crowned Krystyna Pyszková from the Czech Republic.
Krystyna Pyszková (Czech Republic), Miss World 2023
Since modern trends criticize various beauty standards, there is a possibility that the Miss World organizers will choose to stop using any selection criteria for future contestants, following the example of Miss Universe. In 2023, the latter removed the upper age limit for contestants. And since Julia Morley suggests that it is personality that should be evaluated, we are sure that changes in the contest are not long to wait.
Speaking about Miss Universe. Here’s what 16 Miss Universe winners look like now.
Preview photo credit Harry Pot / Nationaal Archief / Wikimedia Commons, CC BY-SA 3.0 NL DEED, Historia de la belleza / Wikimedia Commons, EAST NEWS, Rajanish Kakade / Associated Press / East News
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