Eight-year-old David was begging for money outside a mall when he noticed a homeless man staring at him for a long time. He ran away thinking this person was dangerous, but he caught him and explained something shocking about the boy’s past.
David Donaldson stood outside International Plaza and Bay Street in Tampa, Florida, and couldn’t hold back his tears. His face was covered in wet streaks, and most people only looked at him for a second before they continued walking. He was there to try to raise money for his mother’s funeral.
David’s mother died after a long battle with cancer, and the funeral home was waiting for the money to pay for everything. The manager was worried about the kid, but David had lied to him, explaining that his uncle was coming soon and would be paying for everything.
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Sadly, David didn’t have any family left. He was staying at the apartment, but the rent was due soon. He would not be able to pay, and others would soon discover what was going on. They would call CPS, and he would go into the system.
He hated that idea. That’s why he was at the mall, begging people for money. Some shoppers were familiar with the little boy because he also tried to raise funds throughout his mother’s treatment. They would give him a dollar or two before calling the cops. Luckily, David was able to get away from them.
But now, his mother was finally gone, and she deserved to have a nice service. So, once again, he stood outside there with a sign where he wrote what he needed.
After a long sniffle, David dried his tears, thinking that people might be avoiding him because of his crying. He needed that money, so he had to be brave and stop. But once he cleared his eyes using his hands, David saw someone strange. A man was looking at him from the other side of the street. His stare was unnerving.
The man was dressed in tattered clothing, and it was clear he was homeless. David feared he would become like him soon. But an even scarier thought crossed his mind. What if he wants to steal my money? No! My mom needs it!
David gathered his hat from the floor where people had thrown some extra change and started counting. He placed them inside his pocket quickly and raised his head just to see the man cross the street and walk directly toward him.
The boy’s blood went cold, but he had to think fast. That’s when he stood and raced out of there. He could hear the heavy footsteps of the man running after him, and the man yelled, “Wait boy, I want to talk to you!”
“No! This is my mother’s money! Go away!” David screamed back but didn’t slow his pace.
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“I don’t want your money, boy! Please, stop!”
The boy didn’t listen, but unfortunately, he entered a dead-end alley and couldn’t escape. “Please, sir. This money is very important. My mother just died, and I need to pay for the funeral,” David pleaded with the man, clutching his right hand over his right pocket where he kept the cash.
The man stopped and approached him slowly now. David could see his unclean state and ragged shirt, but there was something familiar about his face. He also had kind eyes. Maybe he wasn’t lying.
“Again, I don’t want your money, boy. I read your sign. You said your mother died? Can you tell me her name?” the man asked, smiling slightly.
“Maria,” David answered shyly.
“What about you? What’s your name?”
“David Donaldson.”
The man closed his eyes and nodded. Then he looked at the ground, and David could hear his heavy breathing.“Oh, man,” the man whispered and started crying.
“Sir, are you ok? Did you know my mother?” David asked, taking a small step towards the man.
“Yes. I knew her,” the man replied. “But I can’t believe she’s gone. I’m a horrible man.”
“What?”
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“Maria… I mean, your mother was my girlfriend around nine years ago. My name is Charlie Donaldson,” the man answered and looked up at him. David could see the tears in his eyes and the sadness in his expression.
“Why do you have my last name?” David questioned, although the eight-year-old was no fool. He already guessed the reason.
“I’m pretty sure I’m your father, kid,” the man revealed.
The boy had no idea what to say, but it was probably true. The man’s face had looked familiar because they shared the same green eyes.
“Ok, so you don’t want to take my money,” David added, just to confirm.
Charlie laughed bitterly. “No, David. I would never do that. I fell on hard times, and that’s why I’m homeless, but I would not take money from a child. Besides, you need to pay for Maria’s funeral, right? That’s what your sign said.”
“Yeah. It’s expensive,” the boy said, scratching the back of his head with one hand.
“Let me ask you something else. Who are you staying with? An aunt or an uncle?”
“No one.”
“Maria told me she had a sister,” Charlie stated with a frown. He wiped the tears that had streaked his face and looked straight at the boy.
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“No. I never met anyone, or maybe, they don’t know Mom died,” David continued, not knowing what else to say. It was the truth. It had always been just the two of them.
“And why are you on the streets? Shouldn’t CPS have taken you in?”
“I lied to some people. I told them my uncle was coming soon. I guess they didn’t call anyone,” David answered. But suddenly, he was curious about something. “If you’re my father, why weren’t you in my life?”
“That’s a long story,” Charlie began and said that he had run away as soon as Maria told him she was pregnant. He didn’t want the responsibility. “But in the end, it was the worst thing I ever did. Karma got to me, and I got mixed up with some bad people. I should’ve stayed with your mother and been a father to you.”
They talked more in that dead-end alley and even had a few laughs despite their sad circumstances. Finally, David had an idea. “Why don’t you come live with me so that I won’t be taken away? But on the condition that you will get a job and help me out. I’m a kid. I can’t do anything without an adult without raising suspicion.”
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“Are you sure? Do you have a house?”
“An apartment. But rent is due at the end of the month. I don’t have the money. I still have to pay for Mom’s funeral,” David continued.
Charlie thought about it for several minutes. He didn’t have a home and had no idea how to raise a kid. But it was a deal he couldn’t pass up. So he moved in with David, and now that he had an address, he could apply for jobs.
Together, they raised enough for a simple funeral for Maria, and they bonded when Charlie told him stories of their time together. David reciprocated and recounted all the things they did together. Eventually, Charlie found a job at Target and paid rent a few weeks later, as the landlord gave them an extension.
David was able to go back to school instead of begging for alms every day. In the end, they thought of each other as family even if they met under the oddest of circumstances.
What can we learn from this story?
- Don’t run from your responsibilities. Not everyone is ready to have kids, but you can’t run away from your duties.
- It’s never too late to do the right thing. Charlie moved in with David and paid for everything he could, so the kid would not have to be alone.
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My Husband Left Our Kids Home Alone & Left for Our Friends’ Wedding Without Me but He Didn’t Know a Small Detail
When Kate’s husband took her car and left their kids behind to sneak off to a wedding he’d refused to attend, she felt betrayed until she realized the truth about why he was there. But what he didn’t know? Kate had the power to stop him in his tracks — and she didn’t hesitate to use it.
What would you do if someone you trusted and built a life with betrayed you? Would you fight for them? Or would you walk away and never look back? I never thought I’d be asking myself these questions, but here I am. My name’s Kate. I’m 32, a mom of two, and last weekend, my husband shattered everything I thought I knew about him.
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It all started with an invite to an old college friend’s wedding.
Emily wasn’t a close friend anymore, but Max and I had known her for years. She was the kind of person you couldn’t help but root for. She was kind, bubbly, and a little high-strung but always sweet.
When we got the invite, I was excited to go. But Max? Not so much.
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“Look what came in the mail!” I called out excitedly, waving the elegant cream envelope. “Emily’s finally getting married!”
“I’m not going to that wedding,” he flatly said as we sat on the couch.
“What? Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to, Kate,” he snapped, rubbing his temples. “I have no interest in standing around making small talk with people I barely remember.”
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A few days passed, and I assumed he would change his mind. But Max remained stubborn.
“You’ve been acting strange since the invitation arrived,” I said softly, moving closer to him. “What’s really going on?”
He shifted away, anxiety visible in every line of his body. “Nothing’s going on. I just don’t want to waste a perfectly good Saturday with people from our past.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Emily’s not just some random person, Max. She’s our —”
“She’s your friend,” he cut in. “Not mine.”
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“Since when?” I demanded, hurt creeping into my voice. “You used to love hanging out with her and her group. Remember all those game nights in college?”
His face darkened. “That was a lifetime ago, Kate. People change. Relationships change.”
The tone was final. I didn’t push it, though I couldn’t help but feel hurt. Max wasn’t usually like this. Sure, he could be stubborn, but this was a different level of dismissive.
“Fine,” I said, forcing a smile. “You can stay home with the kids, then.”
He readily agreed, and that was the plan.
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On the day of the wedding, I woke up early and headed to the salon. Max was supposed to take the kids to the amusement park while I got ready.
“Daddy, aren’t you going to the wedding?” Emma asked over breakfast, milk dribbling down her chin.
Max tensed, then forced a smile. “No, princess. Daddy’s going to have a special day with you and Liam instead.”
“But Mommy’s going,” Liam pouted. “Why can’t we all go?”
“Sometimes grown-ups make complicated decisions,” Max muttered, avoiding my eyes across the table.
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“Don’t worry, babe,” he’d said that morning, squeezing my hand. “You go enjoy yourself. I’ve got the kids.”
“You promise everything will be okay?” I whispered, searching his face for any sign of what was bothering him.
“Promise,” he smiled, but something in his expression seemed off. “The kids and I will have a blast. Maybe we’ll even build that pillow fort Emma’s been begging for.”
For a moment, I felt relieved. Maybe I’d overreacted. Maybe he wasn’t being distant and tired. But I was WRONG.
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I came home a few hours later, hair styled and makeup done, feeling excited for the evening ahead. But when I walked into the house, my heart SANK.
The living room was a mess and littered with abandoned toys, snack wrappers, and the remnants of what looked like a very rushed lunch. The kids were sad and alone. But that wasn’t the only problem when I rushed out to check. The problem was that my car — our only car — was gone.
And so was Max.
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“Emma?” I called, trying to stay calm.
My 7-year-old poked her head out from behind the couch. “Yeah?”
“Where’s Dad?”
She climbed up onto the couch, looking entirely unbothered. “He left.”
“Left? What do you mean ‘he left’?”
“He got a call,” she said, plopping down and grabbing the remote. “He said, ‘I’m coming, don’t worry… wedding,’ and then he dropped us off and drove away.”
“Sweetie,” I knelt beside her, trying to keep my voice steady, “did he say anything else? Anything at all?”
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Emma twisted a strand of hair around her finger. “He was acting weird, Mommy.”
“Weird how, baby?”
“His hands were shaking when he got the call. And he kept saying ‘I shouldn’t, I shouldn’t’ while packing our lunch. Then he just… left.”
My stomach twisted. “He went to the wedding?”
Emma nodded, flipping through the channels. “I think so.”
I didn’t know whether to scream or cry. He’d taken MY CAR, ditched OUR KIDS, and gone to the wedding he’d REFUSED to attend. And he hadn’t even bothered to text me.
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I grabbed my phone and called him. But it landed straight in voicemail. I called again. Nothing.
“Unbelievable,” I muttered under my breath. My hands were shaking as I sat down on the edge of the couch. This wasn’t just selfish — it was a betrayal.
I knew I couldn’t leave Emma and her little brother, Liam, alone, so I called my mom.
“Hey, can you come over? I need to take care of something.”
“Kate, what’s going on? You sound upset.”
“I’ll explain later. Can you just get here as soon as possible?”
“Sweetheart, you’re scaring me,” my mom’s voice cracked with concern. “Did something happen with Max?”
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“Mom, please,” I choked back tears. “I just need you here. Now.”
She didn’t ask any more questions, and ten minutes later, she was at my door.
“Kate, what happened?” she asked as she stepped inside.
I shook my head, grabbing my purse. “I can’t… I don’t have time to explain right now. I’ll call you once I’m on the road.”
“Kate, wait,” she caught my arm. “Whatever’s going on, be careful. Think about the kids.”
“I am thinking about the kids,” I whispered fiercely. “That’s exactly why I have to go.”
Without waiting for her response, I grabbed her car keys and headed out.
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The drive to the venue felt surreal. A thousand thoughts ran through my mind. Why would Max do this? Why lie to me, leave the kids, and steal my car? What was so important about this wedding that he couldn’t stay away?
On the way, a thought hit me like a lightning bolt. The guest list. I’d helped Emily coordinate it weeks ago. I quickly dialed the venue manager.
“Hi, this is Kate. I need you to do me a favor. Quick question — has a man named Max arrived there yet?”
The manager hesitated for a moment. “Uh, no, I don’t think so. Not yet.”
“Good,” I said. “Listen carefully… under no circumstances should you let him in. He’s not invited, and it’s extremely important he doesn’t get past the doors.”
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There was a pause on the other end. “Uh… sure. Consider it handled.”
“Thank you,” I breathed. “And Sarah? If he asks who blocked him… make sure he knows it was ME.”
I hung up and pulled into the wedding venue parking lot about ten minutes later.
Max was standing outside the entrance, pacing like a madman. His phone was pressed to his ear, and he was yelling loud enough for me to hear through the car window.
I stayed in the car for a moment, watching. He looked frantic, and for once, I didn’t feel sorry for him.
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My phone buzzed, and his name popped up on the screen.
“WAS THIS YOU?!” he shouted the second I answered. “DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?”
I couldn’t help but smirk. “What’s wrong, Max? Something keeping you from sneaking into the wedding you didn’t want to go to?”
“Are you serious right now?” he barked. “Let me in, Kate!”
“Not a chance.”
“You’re being ridiculous, Kate!”
“No, Max. You stole my car, abandoned our kids, and lied to me. What’s ridiculous is you thinking I’d let you get away with it.”
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“Kate, please,” his voice cracked. “You don’t understand what’s at stake here!”
“What’s at stake? What’s at stake is our marriage, Max. Our family. And you just threw it all away for… what?”
Before he could respond, I hung up and stepped out of the car. As I made my way toward him, Emily appeared at the entrance, looking confused.
“Max?” she called, her voice unsure.
He turned to her, his entire demeanor shifting. “Emily! Finally. Look, I just —”
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“What are you doing here?” she asked, cutting him off.
“You called me,” he said, softening his tone. “You said you were nervous, so I came.”
Emily blinked, stunned. “I… I called you this afternoon. Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t think you’d actually show up.”
“That makes two of us,” I said, stepping into view.
Emily’s eyes widened. “Kate… I didn’t —”
“What’s going on?” I asked, crossing my arms.
She looked between me and Max, clearly panicked. “I swear, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“Didn’t mean for WHAT to happen, Emily?”
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Her shoulders slumped, and she let out a shaky breath. “Max and I… we were involved. Years ago. Before you two were together.”
I felt like the ground had shifted beneath me.
“It’s not what you think,” Max said quickly.
“Oh, really?” I snapped. “So you didn’t just abandon your family to come running to your ex’s wedding?”
“Kate, it’s not like that!” he said, his voice desperate.
“Then what is it like, Max?” I demanded, tears burning in my eyes. “Because from where I’m standing, you chose HER over our children!”
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But Emily wasn’t done. “I don’t know why he’s here,” she admitted. “I called him this afternoon because I was nervous. I just wanted to apologize — for leaving him, for everything — before starting fresh with my new husband. But before I could finish talking, the call dropped or something. I couldn’t hear him anymore. I tried calling back, but my calls went straight to voicemail. I never asked him to come.”
I stared at her, then at Max, my chest tightening with every second. After a tense standoff, Emily retreated inside, leaving me alone with Max.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” I said, my voice shaking.
“Kate, I was just trying to help —”
“No,” I cut him off. “You weren’t trying to help. You were trying to… what? Relive your glory days? Prove to yourself you still mean something to her?”
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He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out.
“Our children, Max,” I whispered, tears falling freely now. “You left our children. Do you know what that means?”
“Kate, please,” he reached for me, but I stepped back. “You don’t understand what I was trying to prevent!”
I spun around, fury burning in my chest. “Prevent? You left our children alone! What could possibly be worth that?”
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“I thought…” he trailed off, running his hands through his hair. “I thought if I came here, I could stop her from making the same mistake I did.”
“What mistake?”
“Marrying the wrong person,” he whispered, and the words hit me like a physical blow.
I shook my head, my voice barely audible. “Then I guess we both made that mistake, didn’t we?”
I turned and walked away, not waiting for his response.
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That night, as I tucked Emma and Liam into bed, Emma wrapped her little arms around my neck.
“Mommy?” she whispered. “Are you and Daddy going to be okay?”
I held her tighter, my heart breaking. “I don’t know, baby. But I promise you and Liam will always be okay.”
“Pinky promise?”
“Pinky promise,” I said, linking our fingers together.
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Later, alone in the kitchen, I stared at my wedding ring as my phone buzzed with another message from Max: “Please forgive me… I’m sorry. We need to talk.”
I typed back three words: “Not tonight, Max.” Then I turned off my phone and let the tears finally fall.
I don’t know what’s next for us. But I do know one thing — I’m done putting myself last. Because sometimes, the hardest part isn’t the betrayal itself. It’s accepting that the person you love isn’t the person you thought they were.
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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