A woman came across a wallet while sweeping the street and decided to track its owner and return it. The events that followed were intriguing, to say the least.
Sandra was a young woman whose fate had never been on her side. She had been orphaned at a young age and had lost her family in a car accident, leaving her traumatized for a long time.
As time went on, she somehow sympathized with her destiny and started looking for means to support herself. But sadly, the only job that she could manage to get was that of a street sweeper. The job didn’t pay well, but she could at least afford a place to live and three meals a day.
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As Sandra started cleaning the road one day, she saw a wallet lying at the edge of the road. Out of curiosity, she stopped sweeping and began investigating its contents. She discovered that the wallet was mostly empty, with only a few dollars and a letter that appeared to have been read several times a day for years.
On the torn envelope of the letter, everything was blurred out except for the return address. She cautiously opened it, taking care not to tear the delicate paper, and discovered that it had been written in 1959. A 60-year-old letter? It must have been quite special to the owner, she wondered.
Some words in the letter had faded, but Sandra could thankfully read most of it.
“Dear Lewis,” the letter began. “My mother forbade me to meet and said that you and I could not be together, but I want you to know that I love you. Love, Nancy Ar…” Unfortunately, the paper was torn at the edge, and Sandra could not read it.
Thinking that it was pretty special for its owner, Sandra decided to track him down and return it. She went to the phone exchange operator to inquire about the phone number indicated with the return address and was soon connected to someone who lived there.
“Hello, my name is Sandra. May I speak to Nancy?”
“I’m sorry but no one by the name of Nancy lives here,” the woman on the line replied.
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“Actually, maybe you can help me. I found a wallet and wanted to return it to its owner. There was a letter inside the wallet and I got this phone number from the return address on the letter, so I assumed the person who wrote the letter lived there.” Sandra explained. “The woman’s name is Nancy.”
“Are you talking about Nancy Arnolds?” the woman inquired.
“Well, I’m not sure if her last name is Arnolds, but I think it’s her. Do you have her contact information or know where I might be able to find her?” Sandra inquired.
“Actually, we bought the house from her mother 20 years ago. She was staying at a nursing home then. If you want, I can give you the nursing home’s contact number; you can write it down.”
Sandra thanked the woman and immediately called the nursing home. There she was informed that Nancy’s mother had passed away, but her daughter was still alive and staying there.
Sandra quickly hired a cab and headed to the location. When she met Nancy and showed her the letter she had found, Nancy’s eyes welled up. “I can’t believe he has kept it safe until now. By the way, where did you find this?”
“Well, it was inside the wallet I found on the road. By any chance, do you recognize this?” Sandra showed the wallet.
“I don’t know about the wallet, but this letter, I wrote the letter for Lewis — Lewis Duncan,” Nancy said. “We met in college, and I wanted to marry him and start a family, but my mother was against it because, just like my father, Lewis was not well off. After my mom married my father, he began living off my mother’s wealth, and when mom objected, he threatened that he would harm me.”
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“Mom resisted for a long time and then divorced him. Sadly, she never had a happy married life, and she feared the same would happen to me. As a result, she despised Lewis and my relationship. But if you find him, please let him know that I still love him and never married. I always hoped he’d come and find me, and I am still waiting.” Nancy burst into tears as she finished.
Sandra consoled her and promised she would find Lewis, but deep down, she was scared that wouldn’t happen. Nancy was the only way Sandra could contact him, but Nancy had no idea about him because she hadn’t seen him since she was transferred to the nursing home.
Dejected, Sandra left the nursing home and decided to drop the wallet at the police station, but as she stepped outside, the security guard interrupted her. “Are you Nancy’s relative?”
“No, actually…” Sandra began speaking when the guard interrupted her again. “Wait, isn’t that Mr. Duncan’s wallet?”
Sandra was taken aback. “Yes, it is! Do you know him?”
“Yes, he lives in the building next to the nursing home,” the guard replied. “The man is pretty old and keeps misplacing his wallet. Actually, don’t tell Nancy, but he frequently visits just to see her. That’s how I know him.”
Sandra’s happiness knew no bounds when she heard that, she went to Mr. Duncan and returned the wallet. He was glad that the letter was safe.
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“I’m sorry, Mr. Duncan, but I read that letter,” Sandra admitted shyly. “And I have a question if you don’t mind me asking.”
Mr. Duncan smiled warmly at her. “Ask anything, young lady. You returned the most valuable item to me. I don’t mind if the wallet was lost, but the letter is very close to my heart.”
“Then why don’t you meet Miss Arnolds? The guard told me everything. She couldn’t stop crying when she saw the letter. Do you know that she never married and has been waiting for the day she’ll meet you again?”
Mr. Duncan’s eyes almost welled up. He said he was devastated when he received this letter and resolved that he would never marry anyone because he loved Nancy. However, he had no idea that Nancy wasn’t married either.
Sandra took him to her and left them alone for a while. They cried and hugged, and Sandra’s eyes welled up when she saw them like that. It brought back memories of how she and her husband Edward met. She sobbed as she walked out of the nursing home.
A year later, she received a wedding invitation. It was an invite to Nancy and Lewis’ wedding.
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What can we learn from this story?
- Matches are made in heaven. Nancy and Lewis were destined to be together, and that is exactly what happened.
- Some accidents are beautiful. Sandra found the wallet accidentally and returned it to the owner. Eventually, it led to the reunion of two lovers.
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I Took My Little Daughter to Visit My Girlfriend – I Couldn’t Believe What She Found in Her Room
When my four-year-old daughter, Chloe, begged me to leave my girlfriend Lily’s house, I knew something was wrong. Her fear was unlike anything I’d seen before, and as much as I wanted to reassure her, I couldn’t ignore the urgency in her trembling voice.
“Chloe, don’t forget your jacket,” I called out as I grabbed my keys from the counter.
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“I don’t need it, Daddy!” she yelled back, her voice muffled from the closet where she was probably picking out her favorite sparkly sneakers.
I shook my head, smiling. At just four years old, Chloe already had a mind of her own. Being her dad wasn’t easy—raising her alone never was. My ex-wife, Lauren, had left us before Chloe even turned one. She decided motherhood wasn’t for her. Since then, it’s been just the two of us.
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The first year was the hardest. Chloe cried constantly, and I had no idea what I was doing. I’d rock her to sleep for hours, only to have her wake up minutes after I put her down. But we found our rhythm.
Three months ago, I met Lily. I’d gone into the coffee shop for my usual black coffee, no cream, no sugar. She was behind me in line, wearing a red scarf and a smile that was impossible to ignore. “You look like you need something stronger than coffee,” she’d joked.
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That one comment turned into a full conversation, and eventually, a date. Lily was warm and easy to talk to. Chloe had met her twice already, and they seemed to get along. Chloe wasn’t shy about her feelings. If she didn’t like someone, she’d say so. The fact that she smiled around Lily gave me hope.
“Are we there yet?” Chloe asked, her nose pressed against the car window.
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“Almost,” I said, trying not to laugh.
Tonight was our first visit to Lily’s home. She’d invited us for dinner and a movie, and Chloe had been talking about it all week.
When we pulled up, Chloe gasped. “She has fairy lights!”
I looked up at the balcony where tiny golden lights glowed. “Pretty cool, huh?”
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Lily opened the door before we even knocked. “Hey, you two!” she said, beaming. “Come in, come in. You must be freezing.”
Chloe didn’t need a second invitation. She darted inside, her shoes flashing like tiny fireworks.
The apartment was cozy, just like Lily. A soft yellow couch sat in the middle of the room, with colorful throw pillows arranged perfectly. The walls were lined with bookshelves and framed photos, and a small Christmas tree twinkled in the corner, even though it was mid-January.
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“This is awesome!” Chloe exclaimed, spinning around.
“Thanks, Chloe,” Lily said with a laugh. “Hey, do you like video games? I’ve got an old console in my room you can try while your dad and I finish dinner.”
Chloe’s eyes lit up. “Really? Can I?”
“Of course. Follow me. I’ll show you where it is.”
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As Chloe disappeared down the hallway with Lily, I stayed behind in the kitchen. The smell of garlic and rosemary filled the air as Lily pulled a tray of roasted vegetables from the oven.
“So,” she said, placing the tray on the counter, “any embarrassing childhood stories I should know about you?”
“Oh, there are plenty,” I admitted, laughing. “But let’s hear one of yours first.”
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“Well,” she said, grinning, “when I was seven, I decided to ‘help’ my mom redecorate. Let’s just say glitter glue and white walls don’t mix.”
I laughed, picturing it. “Sounds like something Chloe would do.”
Just as Lily was about to reply, Chloe appeared in the kitchen doorway. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with fear.
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“Daddy,” she said, her voice trembling, “I need to talk to you. Alone.”
We walked out into the corridor and I crouched to her level, trying to steady my voice. “Chloe, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”
Her wide eyes darted toward the hallway, then back to me. “She’s bad. She’s really bad.”
“What do you mean? Lily?” I glanced over my shoulder toward the kitchen, where Lily hummed softly as she stirred a pot.
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Chloe nodded, her voice dropping to a whisper. “There are… heads in her closet. Real heads. They were looking at me.”
For a second, I didn’t understand. “Heads? What kind of heads?”
“People heads!” she hissed, tears spilling onto her cheeks. “They’re scary, Daddy. We have to go!”
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I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. Was this her imagination running wild, or had she seen something truly awful? Either way, Chloe was terrified, and I couldn’t ignore it.
I stood, scooping her into my arms. “Okay, okay. Let’s go.”
Chloe buried her face in my shoulder, clinging to me as I carried her toward the door.
Lily turned, her brow furrowed. “Is everything okay?”
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“She’s not feeling well,” I said quickly, avoiding her gaze. “I’m so sorry, but we’ll have to take a rain check on dinner.”
“Oh, no! Is she alright?” Lily asked, concern etched on her face.
“She will be. I’ll call you later,” I mumbled, heading out the door.
On the drive to my mom’s house, Chloe sat quietly in the back seat, her knees tucked under her chin.
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“Sweetheart,” I said gently, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. “Are you sure about what you saw?”
She nodded, her voice shaky. “I know what I saw, Daddy. They were real.”
My stomach churned. By the time I pulled into my mom’s driveway, my mind was racing. I kissed Chloe’s forehead, promising her I’d be back soon, and told my mom I needed to run an errand.
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“What’s going on?” my mom asked, eyeing me curiously.
“Just… something I need to check out,” I said, forcing a smile.
I drove back to Lily’s with my heart pounding. Could Chloe have been right? The idea felt ridiculous, but her fear was too raw to dismiss.
When Lily opened the door, she looked puzzled. “Hey, that was fast. Is Chloe okay?”
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I hesitated, trying to sound casual. “She’ll be fine. Hey, uh, would you mind if I played your old console for a bit? I, um… need to relax. It’s been years since I’ve touched one.”
Lily raised an eyebrow. “That’s random, but sure. It’s in my room.”
I forced a chuckle and headed down the hallway. My hands shook as I reached for the closet door. Slowly, I slid it open.
And there they were.
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Four heads stared back at me. One was painted like a clown, its grin twisted and unnatural. Another was wrapped in tattered red fabric, its expression distorted.
I took a step closer, my heart hammering. Reaching out, I touched one. It was soft. Rubber.
They weren’t heads at all. They were Halloween masks.
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Relief flooded through me, but it was quickly followed by guilt. I closed the closet and returned to the kitchen, where Lily handed me a mug of coffee.
“You okay?” she asked, tilting her head.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I need to tell you something.”
Her arms crossed. “This sounds serious.”
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I nodded, shifting uncomfortably. “It’s about Chloe. She was scared earlier. Really scared. She said she saw… heads in your closet.”
Lily blinked, her expression unreadable. “Heads?”
“She thought they were real. I didn’t know what else to do, so after I dropped her off at my mom’s, I came back and, uh… I looked in your closet.”
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Lily’s mouth fell open. “You went through my closet?”
“I know. It was wrong. But she was so terrified, and I needed to make sure she was safe.”
Lily stared at me for a moment before bursting into laughter. “She thought they were real? Oh my gosh.” She wiped her eyes, but her laughter faded as she saw the worry in my face. “Wait—she was that scared?”
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“She was shaking,” I admitted. “I’ve never seen her like that before.”
Lily sighed, her amusement replaced with concern. “Poor thing. I didn’t even think about how those masks might look to her. I should’ve stored them somewhere else.”
I nodded. “She’s still convinced they’re real. I don’t know how to help her see otherwise.”
Lily’s eyes lit up. “I’ve got an idea. But I’ll need your help.”
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The next day, Lily arrived at my mom’s house with a bag slung over her shoulder. Chloe peeked out from behind the couch as Lily knelt to her level.
“Hey, Chloe,” Lily said softly. “Can I show you something?”
Chloe clung to me but nodded warily.
Lily pulled out a mask—a silly one with a goofy grin—and slipped it on. “See? It’s not a head. It’s just for Halloween.”
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Chloe’s eyes widened, her fear softening into curiosity. “It’s… not real?”
“Nope,” Lily said, pulling the mask off. “Feel it. It’s just rubber.”
Tentatively, Chloe reached out, her small fingers brushing the mask. Her lips curved into a smile as she grabbed its nose. “It’s squishy!”
“Exactly!” Lily grinned. “Want to try it on?”
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Chloe giggled, slipping the mask over her head. Lily gasped dramatically. “Oh no! Where did Chloe go?”
“I’m here!” Chloe squealed, pulling the mask off.
Her laughter filled the room, and I felt a knot in my chest unwind.
Months later, Chloe was tugging at Lily’s hand as we walked into the park. “Mommy Lily, can we go on the swings?”
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Lily’s smile was as warm as ever. “Of course we can, sweet girl.”
Watching them together, I realized how close we had all become. A moment that could have torn us apart had instead brought us together.
Honesty, trust, and a little creativity had bridged the gap. Sometimes, the scariest moments can lead to the strongest bonds.
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