Michael, a single father, was left with his 8-year-old daughter after his wife died in a car accident. He thought he was managing well and that his daughter was coping with her mother’s death. But one day, she approached him and said she saw her mom at school every day.
Michael mourned the loss of his wife, Simone, every day. Just a few months ago, she had died in a car accident, but her body was never found because she had fallen into a river.
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This left Michael alone with his 8-year-old daughter, Hannah. Determined to stay strong for her, Michael moved to another city to escape the painful memories that filled their old town. He knew Hannah had already lost her mother; he couldn’t let her lose him, too.
Hannah slowly adapted to her new school and even seemed happy. Michael, on the other hand, had to learn to be both a father and a mother.
He taught himself how to style Hannah’s hair, woke up early every morning to make her breakfast and pack her lunch, and even learned some ballet moves to practice with her at home.
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Simone had enrolled Hannah in ballet, believing she would be a great ballerina one day. Michael kept that dream alive, and it kept a part of Simone alive in her.
Today, Michael had finished work early and decided to pick up Hannah from school, a rare treat since she usually took the bus. He waited in the car outside the school, excitement bubbling inside him.
Soon, Hannah ran out of the school. Michael honked the horn to get her attention, and she waved cheerfully, sprinting toward the car. She hopped in, throwing her backpack onto the back seat.
“Hi, Dad!” Hannah said with a big smile as she got into the car.
“Hi, sweetheart. How was school today?” Michael asked, starting to drive.
“It was good. Everyone praised me for my math. All the work we did yesterday really helped,” Hannah replied proudly.
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Hannah’s smile faded. “But Mom still ignores me,” she said sadly.
Michael’s heart skipped a beat. He hit the brakes harder than he meant to. “What do you mean, Hannah? Do you talk to her?” he asked, his voice full of worry.
“Yes, every day,” Hannah said. “But she pretends she doesn’t know me.”
Michael sighed and started driving again, feeling a heavy weight on his chest. “Hannah, your mom is in a better place now. It’s far away, and she can’t respond to you. But she hears everything you say and loves you very much.”
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Hannah looked confused. “What do you mean? She’s not far away. She’s at school. I see her every day,” she insisted.
Michael glanced at her, puzzled. “What? I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
Hannah groaned in frustration. “Dad, what’s not to understand? Mom cleans our school every morning when I get there. But when I talk to her, she says she doesn’t know me. I think she’s mad because I want to quit ballet,” she said.
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“You want to quit ballet?” Michael asked, surprised.
Yes. I don’t like it anymore. Mom wanted me to do ballet, but now she doesn’t even talk to me,” Hannah said.
“Hannah, you’re not quitting ballet,” Michael said firmly.
“I will!” Hannah shot back, her voice rising.
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“No!” Michael shouted louder than he intended. Hannah’s eyes widened in fear. He took a deep breath and softened his tone. “I’m sorry, but you’re not quitting ballet. We’re not discussing this.”
“But…” Hannah started to say.
Michael cut her off. “It’s not up for discussion. Now let’s go to school, and you show me your mom.”
“She’s not there now. She only comes in the mornings,” Hannah replied.
“Then tomorrow, I’ll go to school with you, and you can show me,” Michael said, determined to understand what was going on.
“Okay, you’ll see I’m telling the truth. You don’t believe me now,” Hannah said quietly.
Michael sighed, his heart aching for his daughter.
For the rest of the day, Michael couldn’t find peace. His mind kept racing with thoughts of Hannah seeing visions of Simone. He had thought Hannah was coping well with her mother’s death.
She had been calm and cheerful since their move to the new city. But now, it seemed he was wrong.
The next day, Michael took Hannah to school and went inside with her. All morning, Hannah kept repeating that she wasn’t lying and that he would soon see for himself.
“Where is she?” Michael asked as they walked through the school corridors, his eyes scanning the halls.
“I don’t know. We need to find her,” Hannah replied, looking around anxiously.
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They walked further, passing classrooms and offices. Suddenly, Hannah shouted, “There! Mom!” She pointed at a cleaner standing with her back to them. Michael froze, his heart pounding.
From behind, the woman did look like Simone. Hannah ran up to her and gently tugged on her sleeve. Michael approached slowly, his mind racing.
When the woman turned around, Michael realized it wasn’t Simone. The resemblance had been uncanny from behind, but up close, it was clear she was a stranger.
“Oh, you’re not my mom,” Hannah said. She stepped back, her shoulders slumping.
“Unfortunately not, sweetie,” the woman replied kindly, giving Hannah a gentle smile.
After apologizing to the woman, Michael took Hannah’s hand and led her aside. “Hannah, this isn’t your mom. I know it’s hard to lose her, but your mom is in a better place now and is always watching over you,” he said softly.
“I know this isn’t Mom! I’m not blind,” Hannah said, her eyes filling with tears. “But she was here. I swear, I saw her.”
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“You don’t believe me!” Hannah shouted, her voice echoing in the hallway. “Mom always believed me!” She turned and ran away from Michael.“Hannah!” he called after her, but she kept running, her small figure disappearing down the hall.
Michael returned to his car, feeling a deep sense of guilt. He knew Hannah and Simone had a special bond. He realized he could never replace her mother, but he would try his best to be there for his daughter.
Michael took time off work and scheduled an appointment with a psychologist for Hannah that very day after school. He picked her up and explained, “We’re going to see a lady you can talk to about anything. She’s here to help.”
Hannah crossed her arms and frowned, still angry with Michael. “I don’t want to talk to anyone,” she muttered.
“I know you’re upset, but this might help,” Michael said gently as they drove to the psychologist’s office.
When they arrived, the psychologist greeted them warmly. “Hi, Hannah. I’m Dr. Stevens. Would you like to come with me?” she asked with a kind smile.
Hannah glanced at Michael, then reluctantly followed Dr. Stevens.
After an hour, Dr. Stevens came out to talk to Michael. She looked thoughtful and serious.
“How did it go?” Michael asked, his voice filled with concern.
Dr. Stevens smiled reassuringly. “I don’t see any signs of psychological issues. I don’t think she’s lying. Hannah genuinely believes she sees her mother at school.”
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Michael frowned. “But that’s impossible. Her mother is dead.”
“I understand,” Dr. Stevens said, nodding. “But everyone grieves in their own way. Hannah might not be ready to let go of her mother. She could be seeing her in others.”
“What should I do?” Michael asked, feeling lost.
“Support her. Believe her,” Dr. Stevens advised. “She’s not lying to you. This is her reality right now.”
Michael nodded, taking a deep breath. “Okay, thank you.”
He picked up Hannah, and they headed home. On the way, he glanced at her, noticing she seemed a bit calmer, less angry. He hoped this was a step in the right direction.
The next day, Michael took Hannah to school again. As they arrived, her teacher approached his car. “I have some of Hannah’s drawings to show you,” the teacher said.
Michael got out of the car, curious. “Sure, let’s see them,” he replied, following the teacher.
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The teacher handed him a stack of drawings. Michael flipped through them, astonished. “These are amazing. I didn’t know Hannah could draw like this,” he said, feeling a swell of pride.
“She has real talent,” the teacher agreed.
Michael thanked the teacher and continued to look at the drawings as he walked into the hallway. He was so absorbed that he almost didn’t notice what was in front of him.
When he looked up, his heart nearly stopped. Standing there was Simone. Michael felt like he had forgotten how to breathe; his heart raced, and he couldn’t move.
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Just then, Hannah ran out of her classroom, her face lighting up when she saw the woman.
“Mom!” Hannah shouted, running towards the woman who looked exactly like her late mother. She turned to Michael with a triumphant smile. “I told you I was telling the truth.”
Michael stood frozen, his mind reeling. “Uh-huh,” he mumbled, unable to form any other words.
The teacher called Hannah back, and she reluctantly returned to her classroom. Michael, still in shock, slowly approached the woman. “Simone?” he asked, his voice shaking.
The woman looked at him, clearly confused. “Excuse me?” she said.
“Simone, is it really you?” Michael asked again, his heart pounding.
“I’m sorry, sir, but my name is Evelyn,” the woman replied firmly.
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“Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” Evelyn said, still looking puzzled
How is this possible? How did you end up here?” Michael asked.
“Sir, I really don’t understand what you’re talking about. I’ve never seen you before in my life. I think you must be mistaking me for someone else. I need to get back to work,” Evelyn said, turning to leave.
“You have a tattoo on your shoulder!” Michael shouted, desperate. Evelyn stopped in her tracks, frozen. “A chrysanthemum,” he added.
Evelyn turned around slowly, her eyes wide with surprise. “How do you know that?”
“You got it when Hannah was born. Hannah Chrysanthemum, that’s the name of the flower on your shoulder. You joked that even if Hannah grew up and forgot about you, the flower would always be with you,” Michael explained.
“Listen, this is very strange, and it’s scaring me,” she said, her eyes darting around nervously.
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“I also wanted to get that tattoo but was too scared. You were always braver than me,” Michael said.
“How do you know what tattoo I have? Have you been following me? First, that strange girl calls me her mother, and now you. I’m going to go crazy,” Evelyn said, her voice rising with fear.
“Please, let me explain everything. Will you have coffee with me?” Michael asked, his eyes pleading.
“I need to finish my work,” Evelyn replied, still looking wary.
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“I’ll wait for you outside,” Michael said, hoping she would agree.
Michael went outside and leaned against his car, his mind racing. He couldn’t believe this was real. After some time, Simone came out of the school and hesitantly approached him.
“Ready to go?” Michael asked softly.
Simone nodded, and they got into the car, driving to the nearest café. They ordered coffee. Black. Michael smiled, remembering how Simone always hated coffee with sugar or cream.
When their order arrived, Michael took a deep breath. “I need to tell you something. We were married, and we have a daughter named Hannah.”
Simone looked confused but listened intently. “I don’t remember any of that,” she said softly. “Fishermen found me on the riverbank. They let me live with them, but I couldn’t remember anything about my life, not even my name. I chose the name Evelyn, but I don’t know why.”
Michael’s eyes softened. “We wanted to name our next daughter Evelyn,” he explained.
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Simone’s eyes widened. “Really?”
Michael nodded. “Yes. Hannah and I would love for you to come home with us. You don’t have to decide now, but think about it.”Simone looked down at her coffee. “Okay, I’ll come with you. But I still don’t remember anything.”
Michael smiled gently. “That’s alright. We can figure it out together.”Simone had been living with Michael and Hannah for a week. Hannah was very happy and constantly reminded Michael that she had been right.
Simone was also trying to adjust to her new life. Although she still couldn’t remember anything from before, she was trying her best to fit in.
Michael decided they should sleep in separate rooms for now. He wanted Simone to feel comfortable and not pressured.
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Today, after breakfast, Simone was finishing her coffee at the table while Michael washed the dishes. Hannah approached Simone with a serious look on her face.
“Mom, will you be mad at me if I quit ballet?” Hannah asked.
“Why would I be mad at you?” she asked, glancing at Michael, who stopped washing dishes to listen.
“You liked watching me dance. You wanted me to be a ballerina,” Hannah said quietly.
Simone smiled gently. “And what do you want to do?” she asked.
Hannah’s face lit up. “I want to draw!”
“Then you should draw,” Simone said. She turned to Michael. “Do you think we could enroll her in an art school?”
Michael smiled warmly. “Yes, definitely,” he replied.
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“Yay!” Hannah shouted. She hugged Simone tightly, then ran to Michael and hugged him before dashing off to her room.
Simone watched her go, then cautiously approached Michael, holding her coffee cup. “Let me wash this,” she offered.
Michael took the cup from her hands. “It’s okay, I’ll wash it,” he said with a smile. Simone smiled back but didn’t move away. She continued to stand there, watching him.
“Is everything okay?” Michael asked, noticing her hesitation.
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“Yes,” Simone said softly. “I think I remembered something.”
Michael turned to face her. “What did you remember?”
“We were standing by the sea, and a dog ran up to us. It first knocked me over and then knocked down an arch we were standing under,” Simone said.
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Michael laughed. “Yes, that was our wedding. The dog was Toby, my childhood pet. He adored you and couldn’t contain his excitement. That was your favorite story from our wedding.”
Simone smiled. “I think it will still be my favorite story when I remember everything,” she said.
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Michael smiled back, and Simone tentatively hugged him. Michael hugged her back, trying not to splash her with water and soap. He felt warmth and hope flood through him.
Just a few weeks ago, he couldn’t have imagined feeling this happy again. As he held her, he realized how much he had missed this closeness.
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Mulher deixa recém-nascido em assento de avião da classe executiva e decide encontrá-lo 13 anos depois — História do dia
Uma mulher abandona seu bebê recém-nascido em um assento de avião executivo porque teme não poder cuidar dele, mas quando as coisas melhoram para ela vários anos depois, ela decide encontrá-lo e acolhê-lo.
“GRÁVIDA?! Você deve estar louca, Rhonda!”, gritou seu pai, David Harris, quando descobriu que ela estava grávida do filho de seu namorado Peter.
Rhonda, diferentemente de Peter, veio de uma família rica, e seu pai era dono de uma grande empresa têxtil. Infelizmente, sua mãe morreu quando ela tinha apenas dois anos.
O Sr. Harris proporcionou o melhor de tudo para sua filha – roupas, comida e educação – mas ele também era um homem muito controlador que não queria que sua filha jamais fosse contra seus desejos.
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Quando Rhonda descobriu que estava grávida, ela tentou esconder do pai usando roupas largas, mas conforme a barriga da gravidez se tornou mais visível, ela não conseguiu mais esconder. Ela decidiu contar ao Sr. Harris sobre sua gravidez, mas ele não ficou nada impressionado com isso. “Você vai se livrar dessa criança, Rhonda. Você entendeu?”
“Não, pai”, declarou Rhonda, de 16 anos, com firmeza. “Não vou. É tarde demais agora, e não posso abortar o bebê.”
“Então você terá que descobrir como vai criar essa criança sozinha”, o Sr. Harris a alertou. “Ninguém em nossa família jamais ousou se casar com alguém de uma classe baixa. Então, se você quer aumentar o sangue desse homem, saia da minha casa!”
“Tudo bem, pai”, Rhonda disse após uma breve pausa, seus olhos se enchendo de lágrimas. “Talvez se a mãe ainda estivesse viva, ela teria me apoiado. Eu vou criar a criança sozinha e provar que você está errado.”
Rhonda empacotou seus pertences e foi embora naquela noite, cortando todos os laços com seu pai. O Sr. Harris não se moveu nem um pouco e bateu a porta atrás dela, ordenando que ela retornasse somente após colocar a criança em um orfanato.
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Rhonda não disse uma palavra e reservou um Uber para a casa de Peter. Quando ela chegou, ela explicou que tinha deixado a casa do pai porque ele se recusou a aceitar o filho deles e que ela queria começar uma nova vida com ele. Mas, para sua surpresa, Peter se recusou a assumir a responsabilidade pela criança.
“Olha, querida”, ele disse. “Não estou pronto para ser pai. E por que você deixou a casa do seu pai? Ele poderia ter nos ajudado financeiramente quando nos casássemos e decidíssemos começar uma nova vida. Livre-se dessa criança ou esqueça de mim, Rhonda.”
Um choque percorreu Rhonda quando ela ouviu isso. “Mas Peter, este é o nosso bebê. Como você pode…”
“Olha, Rhonda, esse bebê e você não estão me causando nada além de problemas agora. Quer saber? Acabou!.”
“Peter!” Rhonda gritou. “Você ficou tão feliz quando descobriu sobre a gravidez! O que aconteceu?”
“Porque você não é ninguém agora, querida. Seu pai te expulsou, e eu não posso criar essa criança, então adeus”, ele disse e bateu a porta na cara dela.
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A vida de Rhonda virou de cabeça para baixo em uma noite! Ela não conseguia acreditar que estava grávida e nem seu pai nem seu namorado estavam preocupados com ela! Ela saiu da casa de Peter naquela noite, chorando inconsolavelmente, e vagou pelas ruas, incerta de onde a vida a levaria.
De repente, ela sentiu uma dor aguda no abdômen e entrou em trabalho de parto. A dor era insuportável, e ela continuou implorando aos passantes para ajudá-la. Felizmente, uma mulher a notou e, com a ajuda de seu motorista, ajudou Rhonda a chegar ao carro e a levou às pressas para o hospital.
Rhonda deu à luz um menino naquela noite e, quando acordou, a mulher que a ajudou, Angela Bamford, estava sentada ao lado da cama.
“Obrigada – Obrigada por me ajudar”, Rhonda disse a ela em voz baixa. “Meu filho… ele está seguro, certo?”
“Ele está perfeitamente bem”, a Sra. Bamford assegurou-lhe. “Você é nova na cidade? Notei que você estava carregando sua bagagem.”
Rhonda não conseguiu segurar as lágrimas. Ela começou a chorar e contou à Sra. Bamford a história de como ela foi parar lá. “Eu não quero mais viver aqui”, Rhonda soluçou. “Eu só quero sair do Texas. Mas não tenho certeza se posso dar uma vida boa para meu filho.”
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A Sra. Bamford sentiu-se péssima por Rhonda, não apenas porque ela era uma mãe sem-teto decidindo se criaria ou não seu filho, mas também porque ela a lembrava de sua própria filha.
“Não diga isso, querida”, a Sra. Bamford a consolou. “Eu tinha uma filha da sua idade. Quando descobrimos que ela estava grávida, ficamos furiosos e a expulsamos de casa.
“Meu marido é dono de uma companhia aérea, e éramos ricos o suficiente para sustentar nossa filha. Mas éramos contra uma gravidez tão jovem. Eu queria poder tê-la ajudado. Ela tirou a própria vida porque não conseguia suportar tudo isso. Não quero que outra pessoa passe por isso! É um lugar terrível para se estar.”
“Sinto muito por ouvir isso”, disse Rhonda, enxugando as lágrimas.
“Eu também sinto pena dela”, acrescentou a Sra. Bamford. “No entanto, é tarde demais agora. Não se preocupe, eu ajudo você. Posso reservar a passagem para você. Garanta que seu filho tenha uma vida boa em um novo lugar.”
“Oh não,” Rhonda exclamou. “Você já fez muito por mim… Eu não poderei retornar…”
“Por favor”, a Sra. Bamford pediu. “Se eu ajudar você, será como se eu tivesse ajudado minha filha. E isso vai me ajudar a superar minha culpa.”
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Rhonda não conseguiu dizer não à Sra. Bamford naquele momento. Ela aceitou a passagem e, alguns dias depois, estava voando na classe executiva da AUS para o JFK, pronta para começar sua vida novamente.
No entanto, enquanto estava sentada no avião com seu bebê nos braços, ela estava constantemente preocupada com sua capacidade de proporcionar uma vida boa para ele.
“E se eu não puder cuidar do meu filho? E se ele acabar morando comigo nas ruas?” Esses pensamentos tomaram conta da mente de Rhonda a ponto de ela não perceber que o voo havia acabado, e o piloto anunciou a chegada deles no JFK.
Rhonda ficou aterrorizada ao perceber que ficaria sozinha em uma cidade estranha com um recém-nascido e sem meios de sustentá-lo. Sua mente começou a girar, seu coração batia forte, ansiosa com o pensamento do que estava por vir para ela e seu filho.
Foi nesse ponto que ela tomou uma decisão dolorosa. Ela decidiu que deixaria seu bebê no avião, esperando que alguém o levasse e lhe desse uma vida boa.
Ela esperou que as pessoas nos assentos ao lado dela saíssem, e quando viu que ninguém estava olhando, ela deixou seu filho no assento, junto com um bilhete que ela havia rabiscado antes, e saiu do avião rapidamente. Levou toda a sua força para não olhar para trás e pegar seu bebê de volta, mas ela decidiu que era o melhor.
Quando uma das aeromoças, Lincy, se aproximou do assento depois que os passageiros saíram, ela ficou surpresa ao descobrir o bebê. Ela não conseguiu evitar se sentir mal pela criança enquanto lia o bilhete que Rhonda havia deixado com ele.
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Sou uma mãe pobre que não conseguiu cuidar do filho. Não perca seu tempo me procurando se encontrar este bilhete. Eu nunca teria conseguido dar uma vida boa para ele. Espero que você o aceite e o ame como se fosse seu. Eu ficaria feliz se você o chamasse de Matthew. Matthew Harris. Esse foi o nome que eu escolhi para ele.
13 anos depois…
Depois de lutar por quase uma década, Rhonda finalmente encontrou um emprego estável e estava bem financeiramente. No entanto, não houve um único dia em que ela não se arrependeu de ter deixado o filho no voo.
Ela lutou como uma pessoa sem-teto por quase 7 anos após se mudar para NYC, e os sete anos restantes foram gastos tentando ganhar uma renda estável e alugando uma casa. As coisas finalmente deram certo para ela, e ela pensou que seria capaz de sustentar seu filho.
Ela estava, é claro, envergonhada do que tinha feito no passado, e temia que seu filho nunca a aceitasse. Mas ela decidiu arriscar e conhecer seu garoto pela primeira, e possivelmente, última vez. Infelizmente, ela estava certa no sentido de que as coisas dariam errado.
“Minha mãe? Você deve estar brincando comigo!” Matthew a atacou quando ela o conheceu. “Onde você esteve todos esses anos? Eu não preciso de você! Estou feliz com meus pais adotivos.”
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Os olhos de Rhonda se encheram de lágrimas quando Matthew disse isso. Ela havia abordado a polícia local para obter assistência, contando a eles toda a sua história e, felizmente, um dos policiais prestativos a havia ajudado a localizar seu filho.
Inicialmente, ela temeu nunca encontrar Matthew porque ele poderia ter sido adotado por qualquer pessoa no mundo e ter recebido um nome diferente. Ela teve a sorte de começar sua busca em Nova York e encontrá-lo lá pelo nome que ela havia lhe dado.
Ela contatou a mãe adotiva de Matthew, explicando por que ela o havia abandonado e escolhido o nome Matthew Harris para ele. Acontece que o menino foi adotado por Lincy, a comissária de bordo, e seu marido. Ela estava hesitante em apresentar Rhonda a Matthew depois de como ela o havia deixado, mas ela finalmente concordou em dar a ela uma chance de se explicar ao saber de sua história.
“Sinto muito, Matthew”, disse Rhonda. “Sei que você está chateado e não quer me aceitar, mas não pode me dar uma chance?”
“De jeito nenhum!” o garoto gritou. “Você me deixou sozinho. Se meus pais não me adotassem…”
“Mas Matthew”, disse Rhonda. “Eu não queria fazer isso. Você não vai me deixar explicar por que eu te deixei?”
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Matthew estava relutante em fazê-lo, mas concordou depois que seus pais o persuadiram. Rhonda não contou a ele sobre a gravidez precoce ou como ela foi expulsa porque ele tinha apenas 13 anos. Mas ela disse a ele que era pobre e que seu pai a havia abandonado.
Lincy continuou explicando que era difícil para Rhonda proporcionar uma vida boa para ele, então ela o abandonou. No entanto, Matthew ainda não queria aceitá-la como sua mãe. “Eu posso te perdoar, talvez”, ele disse. “Mas eu não posso te chamar de mãe. Eu só tenho uma mãe.”
“Está tudo bem, Matthew”, disse Rhonda. “Posso ir te ver pelo menos nos fins de semana?”
“Ok, não me importo com isso”, disse o garoto.
Já se passaram dez anos desde aquele dia fatídico. Matthew tem agora 23 anos e trabalha como cientista de dados na cidade de Nova York. Com o tempo, ele perdoou Rhonda pelo que ela tinha feito e a aceitou como sua mãe, percebendo que o que quer que ela tivesse feito era uma compulsão.
Rhonda conheceu recentemente um homem chamado Andrew no trabalho, e os dois estão namorando há um mês. Rhonda quer se casar com ele, mas primeiro, ela pretende falar com Matthew sobre isso. Ela também conheceu a Sra. Bamford quando foi para o Texas há dois anos, e a mulher mais velha ficou feliz que as coisas deram certo para ela.
O que podemos aprender com essa história?
- O tempo cura tudo. Matthew percebeu com o tempo que Rhonda não era totalmente culpada pelo que aconteceu naquele dia fatídico em que ela o deixou.
- Não há sentido em viver no passado. Matthew entendeu e perdoou Rhonda.
Se você gostou desta história, talvez goste desta sobre um homem rico que adotou cinco crianças em um dia.
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