What if a single snapshot from the past held the power to dismantle your present? These accounts reveal the hidden secrets and connections lurking in forgotten photographs and prove that it’s not always easy to uncover the truth.
A businessman and a teenager are confronted with an image from the past that changes the course of their lives, while a child is traumatized by the painting behind his grandparents’ old picture. Let’s discover what happened to each of them in these three shocking stories.
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Millionaire Demolishes Old Man’s House, Unexpectedly Sees His Childhood Photo among Ruins
I’m Elliot, and I used to think success was all about money. As a real estate developer, I thrived on transforming landscapes and turning empty lots into expensive buildings.
My latest project, a deluxe shopping mall, was going to be my masterpiece. But there was a problem: an old house smack in the middle of my prime location.
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The owner, Joe, was an elderly man who stubbornly refused to sell. I tried everything to reason with him. I offered him a more than generous amount for the land, and when that didn’t work, I used a bit of intimation. After all, I had connections with the major.
“Please stop,” he begged, his voice cracking, “this house is all I have left. It’s my only treasured memory. Don’t make me homeless. I have nowhere to go.”
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His words hit deep, but I had deadlines, investors breathing down my neck, and a reputation to maintain. Sentimentality couldn’t play a part here.
The major eventually approved the rezoning of the land, so Joe would have to go, regardless of whether he accepted my money or not.
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“Look here, old man. I’m bringing this thing down in two weeks. All you’ve got to do is pack your stuff,” I said when I visited again, but I left quickly, refusing to hear another word from this man.
As expected, I got what I wanted. Demolition day was a spectacle. The roar of machinery, crashing bricks, and dust clouding the air were signs of my victory.
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“Getting rid of that old thorn was so easy!” I thought as I walked through the debris. Then I saw it.
A broken picture frame with a faded photo. It was a young woman holding a baby. More specifically, it was my mother and me.
“WHAT IS IT DOING HERE?!” I gasped, grabbing it with trembling hands.
What was our old picture doing in this old man’s house? Then, a vague memory came. While raising me alone, she had sometimes spoken of a kind stranger who helped her during her darkest hours.
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She never forgot that man, even through the sickness that took her life, but apparently, I did. Could this be him? The man whose life I’d just destroyed? Why didn’t I remember him?
Guilt and fear ran through my mind. So, I called some people, pulled several strings, and discovered that Joe had relocated to a nursing home after I forced him out of his property.
“What are you doing here??” he rasped when he saw me, his eyes filled with pain. “Did you come here to gloat?”
I knelt beside him, shaking my head. “No, Joe, I found this…” I held the picture up.
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His expression softened. “Samantha,” he sighed, a wistful smile gracing his lips. “She was like a daughter to me.”
Then, he told me how he’d found my mother, abandoned and destitute in the rain, with me in her arms. He gave her shelter and helped her rebuild her life. She and I lived in the house I’d just destroyed for five years.
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This meant that Joe and his old home were the reason I was standing there, successful and wealthy.
What’s more, I’d repaid his past kindness with cruelty. Shame burned through me.
But I had a chance to make things right.
The next day, I halted the mall project. After, I reworked things with lawyers, the major, and the investors. It took a lot of convincing, but it was for the best in the end.
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Soon, I had Joe’s house rebuilt, brick by brick, more beautiful than before. Then I presented it to him while begging his forgiveness.
“I forgive you, Elliot,” he said, his eyes filled with compassion. “You saw your errors and started to make amends. Your mother would be proud.”
Afterward, I became a frequent visitor at Joe’s house, and as I learned from his wisdom, I changed my ways.
Aside from lucrative pursuits, which I made sure never displaced honest people from their homes, I also worked with non-profit organizations. Together, we rebuilt and renovated homes within the community.
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This was how I learned that success was more than just projects and numbers in my bank account. It was also about the impact you left on the world.
Girl’s Entire Life Turns Upside Down When She Discovers Who Her Real Mother Is
My mom was always seriously strict. So, when my BFF Stacy invited me to her party, I knew I had to devise a plan. I mean, I was almost 16! All my friends went to parties.
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So, I tried reasoning with her. I reminded her about my awesome grades, how I helped around the house, and how I was basically the perfect daughter. But she wasn’t buying it.
“No,” she said before I even finished asking.
My dad, as usual, was no help. He always sided with her. Frustrated, I blurted out, “If Meredith were here, she would support me!” Meredith was my older sister, and my rock.
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But Mom simply told me to go to my room and have my tantrum there.
I was so mad I slammed the door. But once inside, I knew one thing: I wasn’t giving up. I was going to that party!
Later that night, after my parents went to bed, I snuck out through the garage. I’d done it a million times before. But this time, I bumped into a shelf and knocked some stuff over.
As I was picking things up, panicking, an unfamiliar photo caught my eye. It was Meredith, but she looked about my age…and she was pregnant!
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My mind raced. Where was this child? My niece or nephew? Then it hit me. Could she be my…? No, that wasn’t possible.
Shaking my head, I shoved the photo in my pocket. I had to get to Stacy’s! This could wait.
The party was awesome! Everyone was dancing and having fun. But then, someone yelled, “COPS!”
It was total chaos. In the confusion, I ran straight into a police officer on my way out. To make matters worse, he took a whiff of my breath and put me in the back of a squad car.
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At the police station, I called Meredith. I couldn’t call my parents; they’d kill me! Meredith was super annoyed about having to drive to the station and pick me up, but she still came.
Once I saw her, I was reminded of the photo in my pocket. So, in the car, I showed it to her.
“Oh boy,” she said, her eyes wide.
“Why are you pregnant in this photo? And where is the baby?” I asked, tilting my head.
Meredith sighed. “We need to talk, but Mom and Dad should be there for this.”
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“Just tell me!” I begged, but she shook her head and kept driving.
We pulled into Mom and Dad’s driveway, and I saw they were already awake. They must have noticed I wasn’t in my room, or perhaps Meredith had called them before picking me up.
Anyway, she rushed out and said, “It’s time for her to know.”
“Know what?” Dad asked.
“That I’m her mother,” Meredith responded.
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“What do you mean you’re my mother?!” I screamed, even though I’d suspected it earlier.
No one even looked at me. Instead, everyone started yelling. My mom was furious at Meredith for telling me.
Meanwhile, I was furious at all of them for lying to me my whole life, so I started yelling too. At one point, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I ran.
I ended up at the river near my house. It was my childhood escape. That day, I cried and cried until Meredith found me.
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“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” I asked, between sobs.
She explained that she was only 15 when she had me, and my mom wanted to keep it a secret, so she could have a good future.
Meredith had always wanted to tell me but was afraid that Mom and Dad wouldn’t support her.
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After hearing her story and her pain, I realized that was still angry, but I understood her side. I even understood then why Mom – well my grandmother – had always been so strict.
“Can you forgive me?” she asked. “I’ll try to stop being your sister and start being your mom.”
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I nodded. “So, should I start calling you Mom?” I asked, managing a small smile to lighten the mood.
“Only if you call Mom Grandma. She’ll be furious,” Meredith joked.
We laughed, and some of the tension finally eased. We had a long road ahead of us, but at least we had each other.
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A Boy Screams Every Time He Sees Old Family Photo until Mom Looks at It Closer
It’s been a year since my son Adam’s kidnapping, and while we got him back, it feels like a part of him is still missing. He barely speaks, his smiles are fleeting, and those big, expressive eyes are often filled with a terror I can’t understand.
One dinner with my husband, Jake, his big brother, Steve, and his wife, Gina, became another painful reminder of how different things were.
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We were looking at old photos when I called out to Adam, “Look, these are your grandparents!” I lifted the photo, so he could see it better.
But his reaction was completely unexpected. He burst into tears and covered his eyes. It was a simple picture of his young grandparents enjoying dinner, but it triggered him to a point I couldn’t understand.
Still, I comforted him and sent him to his room. Later, Gina found me in the kitchen with tears still slipping down my cheeks as I scrubbed dishes.
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“No progress?” she asked gently.
I shook my head. “The doctor says the trauma was severe. We’ve tried therapists, but he just shuts down.”
I remembered the awful day he was taken: the ransom call and our race to get the money. Sometime after we’d delivered the money, the police found Adam abandoned by the side of the road.
Yet, the kidnappers were never caught.
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“I can understand the trauma, but it’s always that photo,” I confessed to Gina. “I’ve been trying to show it to him sporadically to see if he’s getting better or if he tells us the issue. Like exposure therapy. But every time he sees it, he freaks out.”
Gina didn’t have to say, but she could sympathize.
When she and Steve left, Jake and I went to Adam’s room. He still refused to speak, and just as I was losing hope, my husband had an idea.
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He sat down next to our son and told him that all parents are superheroes. We would never let anything or anyone hurt him again. After all, we saved him before.
Adam nodded, and Jake told me to get the photo. Our son started crying, but with gentle coaxing and assurances, we finally got him to look at the image.
We begged him to tell us what was wrong. To our surprise, his trembling finger lifted, and he pointed to the painting hanging on the wall behind his grandparents in that old photograph.
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It depicted a farm.
His face twisted again, but we told him he had done a fantastic job. Then, I had an idea. I grabbed one of his storybooks and said, “How about you use the words and letters in here to tell Daddy and Mommy what you’re scared of?”
Surprisingly, it worked. Adam began picking out letters with interest. First, he stopped on a page and pointed to the letter “I.”
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“Good job, champ! Keep going!” Jake encouraged, and Adam pointed to the word “here.”
Then, his finger went back to the painting hanging behind his grandparents in the photo. He looked up at both of us, terrified again.
I realized with horror what he was trying to say. It was probably my maternal intuition. What if he’d been held captive in the place depicted in that painting?
Just in case, I asked, and he nodded, before bursting into tears.
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Jake and I stared at each other and knew what we had to do immediately. But the next day, when the police proved completely inept, we took matters into our own hands.
Based on the painting, which featured a lake, we had a fairly good idea of where it might be, so we drove there. It took us a while to find the right property, as other farms had been built, but we finally did.
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Except, this place was now abandoned. There was a dilapidated barn behind the main house, and something in my gut told me to go inside. Dust and the smell of decay hit my nose as we walked in, but I kept going.
Finally, I saw a cap on the floor. It was Adam’s cap, the one he was wearing the day of his kidnapping. So, Jake called the police. They had to listen now. While we waited, he started searching the barn for any other clues.
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Unexpectedly, he found another painting hidden behind some hay bales. It was the same scene depicted in the old photo, but it featured a woman and a young girl near the lake.
Jake flipped the painting over. There was an inscription on the back: “Dorothy & Lesley Marie.”
“Oh no,” he whispered, his shoulders sagging. “I just realized… I know this place. It belonged to my great-grandmother.”
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Then, Jake explained that he vaguely remembered coming here as a child. He’d forgotten all about it until this moment.
The woman in the painting was his great-grandmother, and the girl was his grandmother, who had inherited the farm and later sold it after her husband died, back when Jake and Steve were young.
Something began nagging in my gut at his words, but soon, the police arrived and searched the farm. Unfortunately, aside from Adam’s cap and the painting, there was nothing else.
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Jake told the police what he just remembered and added, ‘My brother, Steve, used to come here with my grandmother too.”
It clicked then for me, and the officer must have gotten his implication. “Are you suggesting your brother was involved in this?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
Was that possible? Steve might have known about the farm, though he’d never mentioned it, not even when we were desperately searching for clues during Adam’s kidnapping. We had no way to truly know unless we tested our theory.
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So, the police suggested a plan. We would call Steve and tell him the police had found a lead in Adam’s case thanks to the old portrait of their parents with the painting of the farm, which they were going to search through.
If he was involved, he might panic and try to cover his tracks.
Of course, we also explored the idea that the current owner of the farm was involved, but police discovered that the bank owned this place. They hadn’t been able to sell it in so many years.
Therefore, we made the call, and Steve fell for it.
The next day, we watched from a distance as he drove up to the abandoned property with a can of gasoline, clearly intending to burn the place down. The police swarmed and arrested him on the spot.
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Eventually, we learned that Steve was resentful because Jake had inherited a larger share of their parents’ company. This happened because Jake had worked in the business since he was a teenager, while Steve partied during high school and college.
Believing this to be unfair, my husband’s brother had kidnapped Adam to extort money from us. He chose the farm as his hideout, knowing that Jake had probably forgotten it.
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Throughout all of this, Gina had no idea. and left our town as soon as Steve was sentenced.
The betrayal was devastating, but in the end, justice prevailed. We had answers, we had closure, and most importantly, we knew now why Adam cried about the photo. His therapy was adjusted to work on it specifically.
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‘I’m Waiting for Mom,’ Girl Says to Park Janitor, Next Day He Sees Her Still Sitting at Same Spot – Story of the Day
A park janitor meets a lonely little girl who says she is waiting for her mom. He is surprised when he sees her again the next day, still sitting on the same bench, and calls the police.
Albert Fairchild was the custodian of a lovely old Victorian park in the middle of the city, and his time was spent making sure it was a little corner of heaven, a place where lovers met, and people went to get in touch with nature or for a little peace of mind.
He loved his job. Every day he wandered through the park, raking the paths, emptying the bins, and making sure everything was perfect, and twice a week, the city gardeners came around to take care of the lawns, trees, and plants.
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One afternoon, Albert saw a little girl sitting quietly at one of the park’s picnic tables, coloring in a picture book. She was surely no more than four or five, but she was all alone! Albert looked around, but he couldn’t see her parents. Something had to be wrong…
Albert approached the little girl and greeted her. “Hello there, little miss. What are you doing out here all on your own? Trying to catch the fairies?”
The little girl looked up at Albert. “You’re a stranger, and I’m not supposed to talk to strangers,” she said.
“No, you are not,” Albert agreed. “But you’ll see I’m not asking you to go anywhere with me, and I’m not offering you candy. I just want to know where your mom is and why you’re alone.”
“I’m waiting for mom,” the child said. “She had a job interview across the road, and she asked me to wait here for her. Mom said not to talk to strangers and not to go anywhere. I have my juice and a snack, and she will be back very soon!”
Nothing is impossible, so keep going until you accomplish what you want.
Albert frowned. It wasn’t exactly safe to leave a child in a public park, but he knew that sometimes single moms with no resources or family had to do the best they could — and it sounded as if this mom was unemployed and desperate to boot.
“What’s your name, little miss?” Albert asked.
The girl giggled. “My name is Margaret,” she said.
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“That’s a HUGE name!” exclaimed Albert. “It’s three times as big as you are!”
“My mom calls me Meg,” she confessed, laughing. “And I DON’T believe in fairies!”
Albert gasped and clutched at his heart. “I’m shocked, little miss Meg!” he laughed. “I believe in fairies. In fact, I see them all the time! I have to chase them away from the fountains ’cause they insist on taking showers and breaking the rainbows!”
Meg was grinning. “That’s a LIE!” she giggled. “That’s BAD!”
“Well,” Albert said. “I have a lot of work to do, but I’ll be keeping an eye on you, making sure the fairies don’t pull your pigtails. If you need me, Meg, just holler, and I’ll come running, OK?”
Albert walked away, but he kept glancing back over his shoulder. He wished he had a little person just like Meg in his life, a little granddaughter, but he knew it was not to be.
He could not help but pause his work and silently cry as the little girl reminded him of his own granddaughter and the fateful tragedy that toppled his life.
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Five years ago, Albert was a cop who loved his duty more than anything else. At home, he was a loving and caring husband, a doting father, and an adorable grandfather. “But if it had not been for that day…” Albert reminisced about the fateful day.
It was a pleasant Sunday in May that year. Albert’s family was leaving on a much-awaited dream vacation by the sea in the neighboring city. He had taken a week off to enjoy himself with his family. Albert still remembered his granddaughter Emily running back inside to bring her teddy bear, Chelsea.
“How happy she was that morning!” he thought. Her laughter still haunted him because he never got to see her again. Albert wanted to drive and wouldn’t leave the driver’s seat even when his son-in-law, Josh, persuaded and pleaded.
“It’s your day, dad! I will drive. You need to rest and enjoy this trip,” he told Albert, who refused to get down from his minivan. Albert would’ve never moved out if it were not for a sudden call from the station.
“I’m on my way,” he spoke. “I got to go. I got an important lead for an investigation. You guys get going. I’ll catch up tomorrow evening!” he told his family. They were disappointed, especially little Emily. She wanted to sing songs and play with Albert.
“Sweetie, grandpa will be there tomorrow. It’s just a day!”
Albert and Emily blew endless flying kisses as the minivan sped past the gate. Albert left for work immediately, and it was almost time to return home in the evening when he got a call from the city station.
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An hour later, he was taken to the morgue in the city hospital. His heart dropped when four stretchers were wheeled out, the last was Emily’s. His whole world was destroyed in a car crash.
“The minivan lost control and rammed into a truck,” officers told him, patting his shoulder. In a wink, Albert had lost his family, and there was no coming back. No more laughter. No more vacations. And no more loud cries of a little girl shouting, ‘Grandpa! I’m home!’
Albert could not forgive himself. “I should have driven that minivan. I shouldn’t have allowed Josh to drive it,” he thought and cried over a million times. But nothing was going to change.
“Jose, I should’ve canceled that trip. I should’ve never let them go,” he cried to his best friend at the funeral, placing Emily’s teddy bear, Chelsea, on her grave.
Days, months, and five years passed. These questions still haunted Albert, but it didn’t matter to him. He knew he had lost his family forever. They were not going to come back; it was the ugly truth he had learned to embrace over time.
Albert could not focus on his work. The cop job he loved became a constant reminder of his tragic life. He quit it and started taking care of the park. He just wanted to stay away from everything that reminded him of his loss.
A gush of wind snapped Albert to the present as he wiped away his tears. The evening sun irritated his teary eyes as he looked around for the little girl. “Where is she??” he exclaimed when he saw Meg was not in her place.
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Albert hastily looked around the park for the girl. But she was not there. “Maybe her mother took her,” he thought. Convinced Meg had gone home, Albert finished raking the lawn and went home.
But the following morning, when he returned to the park, he saw Meg again, sitting in the same spot, wearing the same dress, and holding her teddy. Albert was stunned.
“Hey, there, little miss!” he greeted the girl. “What are you doing here so early?”
“Mommy didn’t come,” she disappointedly said. “She never came for me.”
“What?? Where did you go last evening, then? And where did you sleep?”
“Home,” Meg replied, resting her teary face on her teddy. She refused to look up at Albert. She was least interested in talking to him and kept looking around to see if her mother had come to take her.
“What happened to her mother?” Albert wondered.
“Hey, there, I’m a former policeman. You can trust me, alright?” he said. “I’m afraid your mother got lost in this huge city. Can you take me to your home? We will find your mother, alright?”
But Meg wouldn’t move. Her strong belief her mother would come for her didn’t let her move from that bench.
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“Meg, listen, I know you are frightened. But there’s nothing to be afraid of. You can trust me, okay? What’s your mother’s name?”
When Meg told Albert her mother’s name, she had difficulty pronouncing the surname. Albert asked Meg to repeat the word several times because he knew he could not search for her mother without knowing the surname. He needed her full name to probe everywhere, including online databases. After hearing Meg out repeatedly, Albert guessed her mom’s surname could be ‘D’Cruz.’
“Listen, we need to go to your home. Do you want to see your mother?”
“Yes, I want to see mommy,” Meg replied, finally looking at Albert.
“Then take me to your house.”
Moments later, Meg led Albert to a tarp tent under a secluded bridge not far from the park’s entrance. “This is my home,” she pointed.
Albert partially understood Meg and her mother were homeless. He inspected the tarp tent that barely had an old mattress and a camping stove with a pot smelling of stale porridge. There were a few old clothes of Meg’s in the tent, but no photos or pictures. At first glance, he thought Meg’s mother could’ve abandoned her. But something still didn’t add up to him.
“How long have you been living here?” he asked the girl.
“Few weeks,” replied Meg. “We once had a big house. But big, angry men in uniform shouted at my mommy for not giving money. Mommy cried, and even I cried. They threw our things out, and mommy brought me here.”
Albert once again checked the tent for clues but apparently found nothing that could help him find Meg’s mother. “Do you have your mother’s photo?”
“No, I had one, but it’s with mommy.”
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Albert was puzzled about what to do next. “I cannot leave the girl alone here,” he thought, and before he could fathom anything, Meg asked him to take her back to the park.
“Mommy told me to wait there and not go anywhere. If she comes, she will scold me. Please take me to the park.”
Albert did not know what to do and agreed. Meg and he returned to the park, and he sat her down on the bench. Albert knew Meg would have starved the whole night, so he gave her his lunch.
“Mommy told me not to eat from strangers,” Meg refused, but her eyes and nose couldn’t deny the delicious aroma of the pie in Albert’s lunch box.
“Ummm, that tastes delicious. Sweet. Ummm,” Albert ate a spoonful in front of Meg. “If you don’t want it, I’ll eat it fully. I can finish the whole pie in two minutes. You sure you don’t want it?!”
Meg grabbed the lunchbox and started devouring the pie. Albert was pleased his trick worked and went on with his work while Meg waited for her mother.
Hours passed, and it was close to sundown, but her mom never came. Meg burst into tears, and Albert’s heart wouldn’t allow him to leave her alone again.
“Do you want to go home with me? We will come back tomorrow and wait for your mother, alright?” he asked Meg.
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Meg agreed and went home with Albert. “Yeah, I only know her name is Margaret. But I don’t have a clue about her mother. Could you please let me know? She said her mom has blonde hair, is tall, age must be around 24 or 25, I guess,” Albert informed his former colleagues in the department.
Meg could not spell her mother’s name accurately and gave vague descriptions of her appearance. But Albert could not say anything for sure. He made out a name and a surname using Meg’s broken spellings but was unsure if it was correct.
“When will mommy come?” Meg asked Albert.
“She will come soon, sweetie. Now go to that room and change your dress. You’ll find a lot of clothes in the little cupboard. I’ll make dinner meanwhile.”
Meg returned minutes later wearing Emily’s pajamas. She ran around Albert as he whisked the eggs and giggled to an old song playing on the gramophone. For the first time in five years, Albert never felt lonely.
Albert was on the phone the whole night as Meg slept in Emily’s room. He wanted to find her mother at any cost and was busy working at it with his friends.
“No, pal,” an officer called him late at night. “We even checked reports of murders of young women with similar descriptions and surnames, but no lead. There were no instances reported recently.”
Albert sighed, assured Meg’s mother was alive somewhere. While putting out the lights in Emily’s room, he saw Meg curled up and fast asleep on her bed.
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Albert was up until the wee hours, gathering contact details of hospitals in the city. He suddenly woke up when the morning rays irritated his sleepy eyes. He was exhausted and had slept off in his armchair.
“Oh my God, Meg??” he ran to check on her, thinking she would’ve gone to the park alone while he was dozing. “Jesus, thank goodness!” he sighed when he saw she was still fast asleep.
Albert then contacted every hospital in the city to find out about Meg’s mother. He even reached out to a friend in the morgue, but nothing helped. Nobody had heard about the woman with his description and surname.
Albert was puzzled about what to do next. “Cops will hardly try and carefully look for a homeless woman. And if I have to send her to a foster home, she’ll likely never see her mother again,” he thought. Then, Albert realized that the only reliable way to help Meg was to search for her mother on his own. It was not for nothing he was a cop for 30 years.
Albert brought Meg to the park every day and sat her in the exact spot her mother last left her. He asked his friends to watch over her while he searched for the missing woman. Albert knew he could not do all this while working, so he took a few days off.
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He first started visiting all the homeless shelters in the city and neighboring towns. “Her name is Candy D’Cruz… Do you know someone with that name?” he asked almost everyone he encountered.
He checked with all the offices that had a “We’re Hiring” sign to find out if Meg’s mother had, by chance, attended any interviews. He even checked in several refuges he knew of, but nothing turned up. Nobody had seen a woman with the name Candy D’Cruz.
Albert even searched on social media and showed Meg the photos of several women with similar names, but none of them was her mother. He checked every street and traffic camera near the park but could not find a clue.
A month passed, and Albert almost lost hope of finding Meg’s mother. All his attempts were fruitless. But Meg never gave up and refused to do anything other than visit the park daily, waiting for her mother from dawn to dusk.
“How will mommy find me if I’m not there,” she often argued with Albert. One morning, as they left for the park, it started raining.
“Sweetie, I’ll take you to the park tomorrow. You’ll catch a cold,” Albert told Meg, but she was stubborn.
“No, we’ll go and wait there. Mommy will come,” she said.
Albert could not convince her. They took a bus to the park as they could not walk in the rain. The route was longer and passed several stations. And while crossing one such station, Meg started shouting.
“There she is! There is mommy!”
Albert was startled. “Where??” he rose from his seat. He thought she’d confused somebody else for her mother but still asked the driver to stop the bus.
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Albert quickly helped Meg out of the bus and hastily looked around at all the women he noticed. “Where is she??” he asked her.
Meg tugged his arm to a billboard on a sidewalk and pointed, shouting, “There…That’s my mommy!”
“Where? Which one??” Albert asked her.
“There…the second from the left…She’s my mommy…She’s my mommy!!”
The words on the billboard read: “Do You Know Me? Please Call On This Number” next to the name “Cadence Delacruz.” He gasped in shock after learning Meg’s mother’s name was Cadence, not Candy.
“What is written there?” Meg interrupted.
“It’s an advertisement for lost people,” he told her.
“What is that? What does it mean??”
“It means we are going to find your mother!!” Albert carried Meg cheerfully as he called the number on the billboard.
“City hospital,” the attendant answered. “Yes, she was admitted here.”
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When they got to the hospital, they were told Meg’s mother had already left. “Mommy has gone? Where did she go?” Meg started to cry.
“Sweetie, hold on…One second,” Albert comforted her.
“How did she come here? What happened to her?” he asked the nurse.
“She was brought here with a severe head injury over a month ago. She’d suffered from a traumatic brain injury that caused amnesia,” the nurse said.
“Where is she? We want to see her,” Albert asked her.
“She needed expensive treatment. She was in a coma for a few weeks and could not recall anybody when she woke up. Nobody came to take her. We even advertised her name and picture, but nobody turned up. She was discharged last week and sent to a shelter for the homeless.”
Albert was afraid Meg would lose her mother again. He then rushed to the shelter with the girl.
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Meg clutched Albert’s little finger as she looked around for her mother. Then she ran as fast as her little legs could carry her toward a bed in a corner.
“MOMMY!!” she cried and ran to her mother. “Mommy, where did you leave me and go?”
Cadence had a photo of them together and remembered Meg was her daughter as soon as she saw her and heard her call her mommy.
“I don’t know, sweetie,” she burst into tears.
Albert was speechless and moved at seeing Meg laughing and crying with her mother. “You need to come with me,” he interrupted.
“Where? And who are you?” Cadence asked.
“I’m Albert. I’m a janitor in the park. I found your daughter…” he paused. “I’ll explain everything later. You and Meg need to come home with me now.”
Albert took Cadence home and offered to stay in his house as long as she wanted. He spent all his savings on her treatment. It took several months before Cadence could recall some crucial moments of her life. Being around her daughter helped her to a great extent. Gradually, Cadence remembered everything, and Albert was curious to know how she had hurt herself.
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“My husband had mortgaged our house,” she recalled. “I was not able to pay the loan after he died in an accident. Our house was taken, and then I rented a small room with my daughter. I lost my job, and my landlord kicked us out for not paying rent.”
After she was stranded on the street, Cadence could not find a job almost immediately. She did not want her daughter to live in the shelter for the homeless, so they temporarily camped in the tarp tent under the bridge.
Albert felt sorry for Cadence and sighed with relief things ended well for her and Meg. “But how did you get hurt?” he asked her.
Cadence recalled that fateful day and broke down.
“I was going for a job interview. I left my daughter in the park because I thought leaving her alone in the tent would be unsafe. I told her to wait there until I came,” Cadence revealed.
“I remember I slipped and fell in the underpass. My head hit the edge of the staircase, and I blacked out. When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I could not remember anything.”
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“I’m glad you are safe, my dear. And I’m really happy Meg found you. She missed you so much,” Albert teared up.
Cadence and her daughter lived with Albert until she found a job. A few months later, she dated Frank, a widower with two children, and married him.
Cadence and Meg moved into their new house and were always thankful to Albert for his help. He was happy for them, although he knew he would miss Meg terribly.
Time passed, but Meg and her mother never forgot Albert. They became a part of his family and constantly visited him on the weekends, and every summer, they even vacationed together by the sea.
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What can we learn from this story?
- Nothing is impossible, so keep going until you accomplish what you want. Despite having little to no leads in tracking down Meg’s mother, Albert never gave up. Ultimately, he reunited the lost little girl with her mother.
- Only light can drive out darkness; Only love can drive out sorrow. Albert was distraught after losing his family in an accident. His life was a dark hollow until he met little Meg in the park.
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