Para realizar o último desejo do pai, duas meninas visitam seu túmulo no aniversário dele para mostrar suas roupas adoráveis. Perto da lápide, elas encontram duas caixas lindamente embrulhadas com seus nomes e não têm ideia do que as espera.
Isla, 6, e Madison, 8, sentiam falta do papai, Brian. Depois que ele foi para seu lar celestial, elas não roubaram biscoitos e sorvetes da cozinha à noite, não uniram forças para incomodar a mãe, nem foram às compras. Porque sem o papai Brian, essas coisas não eram divertidas.
“Você está mimando essas meninas, Brian!” A esposa de Brian, Linda, costumava repreendê-lo. “Por que vocês se juntam contra mim? Eu sei que vocês roubam da despensa para seus anjinhos!”
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“Bem, eu vou mimá-las pelo resto da minha vida!” Brian diria com um largo sorriso. “Elas sempre virão em primeiro lugar para mim enquanto eu viver! Sinto muito, querida, mas agora você tem competição. Mas você sabe, eu adoro todas as minhas garotas — incluindo você”, e a abraçaria.
Era assim que Brian era. Ele sempre equilibrava uma situação. Ele era o homem de família perfeito. Mas depois que ele faleceu, algo mudou. Isla e Madison ficaram muito quietas, e Linda, bem, ela estava lutando para aceitar a morte dele também.
Afinal, suas últimas lembranças de Brian não tinham sido nada além de terríveis. Ele morreu diante de seus olhos, e ela não pôde ajudá-lo. Câncer em estágio quatro, os médicos disseram a Linda. Eles começaram o tratamento da maneira certa e fizeram o melhor por Brian, mas perderam a batalha, e a terrível doença venceu.
A morte não pode quebrar os laços construídos com amor.
A saúde de Brian continuou piorando, e uma manhã ele não acordou. Isla e Madison dormiram ao lado dele na cama do hospital na noite anterior. Ele pediu a Linda para deixar as meninas com ele naquela noite. Provavelmente ele sentiu que aquela era sua última noite com suas filhas pequenas.
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“Hora da morte: 4 da manhã de terça-feira…” os médicos declararam naquela manhã depois que Linda ligou, preocupada porque Brian não estava atendendo o celular. Os médicos lhe deram um olhar de desculpas antes de cobrirem seu rosto antes sorridente com um lençol branco do hospital. Brian tinha ido embora. Ele não voltaria, e Linda estava arrasada.
Após a morte de Brian, Linda não conseguiu se recompor, não importa o quanto tentasse. Suas meninas tinham sido mais fortes do que ela. Elas pelo menos tinham comparecido ao funeral. Linda não suportava vê-lo enterrado sob a Terra.
“No meu aniversário, quero que minhas meninas estejam o mais bonitas possível, e estou curioso para ver o que elas vão vestir. Vocês prometem vir até o papai e me mostrar suas lindas roupas, meninas? Vejam, é possível que o papai não esteja com vocês naquele dia, mas vocês têm que me prometer que estarão no seu melhor”, foi a última coisa que Brian disse. Era seu último desejo que suas meninas o visitassem em seu aniversário.
Então, no dia anterior, as meninas pediram para Linda levá-las para fazer compras.
“Mamãe”, disse a pequena Isla. “Papai amou meu vestido vermelho. Ele me deu um de aniversário. Eu quero um vestido vermelho.”
“Você pode escolher para mim, mãe”, Madison ofereceu. “Eu quero que seja a cor favorita do papai.”
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“Eu – eu acho que não tenho tempo, meninas,” Linda tentou evitar o assunto. Ela ainda estava sofrendo pela perda de Brian. Ela não estava pronta para nada parecido com encerramento.
“Mas precisamos visitar o papai!” Isla disse. “Ele me pediu para usar algo bonito no aniversário dele. Ele pediu para Madison também.”
Os olhos de Linda se encheram de lágrimas. Ela estava tão consumida pela tristeza que tinha esquecido o aniversário de Brian.
“O que ele te perguntou?” Linda perguntou, com os olhos cheios de lágrimas.
“Papai queria nos ver em vestidos bonitos no aniversário dele. Precisamos visitá-lo, mamãe”, disse Isla. “Depressa! Precisamos ir às compras!”
“Quando ele perguntou isso?” perguntou Linda. “Eu – eu não sabia…” Ela não tinha ideia do último desejo de Brian.
“Na noite anterior à sua morte, mãe”, revelou Madison. “Ele segurou nossas mãos e disse que queria nos ver em roupas bonitas no aniversário dele. Mãe, acho que deveríamos fazer isso por ele. Sei que você está chateada, mas, por favor?” Ela cobriu os ouvidos de Linda com as mãos. “Sei que você está com saudades do pai, mas precisamos fazer isso pela Isla. Ela sente muita falta do papai.”
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Madison sempre foi uma criança brilhante. Ela entendia coisas que crianças da idade dela achariam difícil de compreender. E ela finalmente convenceu Linda a ir às compras.
“Tudo bem então”, disse Linda. “Vamos dar a vocês, meninas, as roupas mais bonitas, para que o papai saiba o que está perdendo por não estar conosco! Ele vai se arrepender de nos deixar assim!” Linda disse, desatando a chorar e suas meninas a abraçaram para confortá-la.
“Papai não quer ver você triste, mãe. Eu sei…” Madison sussurrou, dando um tapinha nas costas da mãe.
No dia seguinte, no aniversário de Brian, as meninas vestiram suas roupas novas e deram as mãos juntas enquanto caminhavam até o túmulo de Brian. Linda estava andando atrás delas.
Quando chegaram em frente ao túmulo de Brian, as meninas notaram duas caixas lindamente embrulhadas com seus nomes e um pequeno adesivo em cima dizendo que era de Brian.
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“Mamãe!” Isla virou-se para Linda e disse: “Olha, o papai nos mandou presentes! Ele é bobo! Ele não sabe que devemos dar presentes a ele no aniversário dele”, e riu.
Madison lançou um olhar para Linda que dizia que ela sabia que Brian não poderia ter enviado aquilo para eles. Pessoas mortas não mandam presentes.
“Bem, talvez ele estivesse com saudades das filhas. Podem abrir a caixa, meninas”, disse Linda com um sorriso encorajador.
Enquanto as duas garotas desembrulhavam as caixas, Linda teve que esconder suas lágrimas. Isla estava sorrindo de alegria enquanto Madison chorava pela primeira vez desde a morte de Brian.
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Havia um lindo par de Mary Janes e uma carta de Brian em cada caixa.
“Sapatos!”, gorjeou Isla. “Eles são tão lindos, mamãe! Minha cor favorita…rosa!”
A carta dizia:
“Minhas meninas mais lindas,
Alguns anjos aqui no céu estão surpresos ao ver como as meninas podem ser tão bonitas! Eles dizem que vocês são as meninas mais bonitas que Deus já criou. Papai pode ver o quão bonitas vocês ficam em suas roupas. Mas eu queria fazer minhas meninas parecerem ainda mais bonitas, então comprei esses sapatos para vocês. Espero que gostem.
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Veja, o papai não está por perto, mas ele está sempre lá no seu coração. Eu sei que minhas meninas não comem mais biscoitos e sorvetes. Não conte para a mamãe, mas eu sei que ela reabasteceu a despensa com caixas enormes de biscoitos. Eu a vi fazendo isso. Da próxima vez que você me visitar, eu quero ouvir histórias sobre como você os roubou com sucesso pelas costas da mamãe. Só porque o papai não está lá não significa que não vamos incomodar a mamãe! Eu quero que vocês, meninas, sejam felizes e sorriam todos os dias. Vocês não precisam ser sempre boas. Tenho certeza de que nem a mamãe gosta disso.
E obrigada por me visitarem e me desejarem um feliz aniversário, meninas. Papai ama vocês e sente saudades.
Enviando muito amor para minhas lindas meninas,
“Brian.”
“Umm… isso é muita coisa para eu ler!” Isla reclamou. “Madison, o que o papai escreveu?”
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Madison abraçou Elsa com força. “Ele disse que está feliz onde está, Isla, e quer que sejamos felizes também. Ele sente nossa falta. Obrigada por tudo, mãe”, ela acrescentou, sabendo que as caixas eram dela. “Agradecemos por nos trazer aqui.”
Linda sorriu e sussurrou: “Eu amo vocês duas”, agradecendo às meninas por ajudá-la a superar a dor e lhe dar forças para visitar Brian.
O que podemos aprender com essa história?
- A morte não pode quebrar os laços construídos com amor. Brian está longe de sua família nos céus, mas ele está sempre presente dentro de seus corações.
- As mães sempre colocam os filhos em primeiro lugar. Embora Linda ainda não estivesse pronta para visitar Brian, ela reuniu coragem para fazê-lo depois de ver o quanto suas meninas queriam visitar o pai.
Compartilhe esta história com seus amigos. Pode alegrar o dia deles e inspirá-los.
My New Neighbors Invited Me Over, but All I Found Was an Abandoned Child with a Heartbreaking Note — Story of the Day
My new neighbors seemed odd from the start. Their little child played alone, and I ended up spending half the day with her until her mother finally appeared. Out of courtesy, she invited me over. The next day, I found the abandoned child with a heartbreaking note. I decided to act immediately.
It was a typical quiet day in our small suburban neighborhood when I noticed the moving truck pull up to the old house next door. The place had been abandoned for years, and seeing any activity there was surprising enough.
I stood at my window, peering through the curtains like a curious cat.
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“Who are they?” I muttered to myself, trying to make sense of what I was seeing.
The man was tall, with sharp features that made him look like he’d stepped out of a noir film.
The woman with him, though—she was something else. Pale, almost ghostly, with a distant look in her eyes as if she was there, but not really.
And then, there was the little girl.
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She couldn’t have been more than four years old. Tiny thing, with big eyes full of innocence, clutching a worn-out teddy bear as if it was her only friend in the world.
She played alone in the overgrown yard, her small figure seeming even smaller against the wild grass and tangled weeds.
What a strange family!
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Samuel and I had always dreamed of having kids. After years of trying, though, it became painfully clear that it wasn’t going to happen for us.
Samuel never talked much about it, always brushing it off with a shrug or a quick change of subject.
But me? I couldn’t let go of the dream. And seeing that little girl, so alone… It stirred something deep inside me.
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***
A few days later, I went for my usual walk around the neighborhood. As I turned the corner, there she was—the little girl from the neighbor’s house. This time, she was dangerously close to the street.
“Hey there, sweetie,” I called out gently, hurrying over. “Let’s not play so close to the road, okay?”
She looked up at me with wide, innocent eyes, and for a moment, I just stood there, holding her tiny hand.
I led her back toward her house and knocked on the door. No answer. My hand hesitated on the doorknob.
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Should I?
I took a deep breath and pushed it open, just a crack.
The house was almost empty, just a few old pieces of furniture and scattered boxes. It was like they’d moved in but hadn’t settled. Nobody was inside.
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“What’s your name, sweetie?” I asked, crouching down to the girl’s level.
“Lily,” she replied, her voice as soft as a whisper.
“Well, Lily,” I said, “how about we draw some pictures?”
“I have no crayons.”
Those words cut a hole in my heart.
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“Alrighty! Let’s use a stick and sand outside!” I tried to cheer her up.
She nodded eagerly, and I began tracing simple shapes with a wooden stick—a heart, a star, and the letter “A.” Lily watched closely, her eyes widening with each stroke of the stick.
“Can I try?” she asked, reaching for the stick.
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“Of course,” I handed it to her, “Why don’t you try writing your name?”
She carefully drew a shaky “L” in the dirt, then looked up at me for approval.
“That’s great, Lily! You’re doing such a good job!” I encouraged her.
After a while, we moved on to another game. I pointed to some stones nearby.
“Let’s build something together. How about a castle?”
“A castle! Yes!”
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We gathered the stones, stacking them one on top of the other. It was a simple structure, really, but to Lily, it seemed like the grandest thing in the world.
“Look, it’s like a tower,” she said, placing a small stone carefully on top.
“It is! And here’s another one for the other side,” I added, handing her a flat stone. “You know, this could be where the princess lives.”
Lily’s face lit up even more at the idea.
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“And the prince can live over here,” she said, pointing to a spot on the other side.
I noticed how intently Lily focused on the task as if each stone was a precious gem. It made me wonder if she had ever played with real toys before.
“Thank you for playing with me.”
My heart swelled at her words.
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As the sun began to set, I started to worry about what to do.
Finally, the girl’s mother appeared, almost out of nowhere. She seemed surprised to see me but didn’t show much emotion.
“Thanks,” she said flatly, taking the girl’s hand. “I was nearby all the time.”
There was no warmth, no smile—just those words. Before leaving, she added,
“Why don’t you come over for tea tomorrow?”
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It wasn’t so much an invitation as an obligation. But I nodded, agreeing anyway.
I glanced down at Lily. She had been so engaged, so full of life while we played, but the moment her mother appeared, something in her seemed to change.
“Lily, it’s time to go.”
Without a word, Lily simply walked over to her mother, her small hand slipping into the woman’s cold grasp. There was no protest, no hesitation—just quiet obedience.
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“Okay, Mommy.”
Lily looked back at me. “Will you come to play with me again?”
“Of course, sweetie,” I replied, my voice catching in my throat.
As I watched them disappear down the path, a sense of unease crept over me. That sadness in Lily’s eyes was like a silent plea, a cry for help that she couldn’t voice.
There was something off about this family—something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
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***
The next day, I hesitated, staring at the chipped paint on the neighbor’s door, then knocked. No answer. I knocked again, louder this time, but still nothing.
“Hello? It’s me, from next door,” I called out, hoping to hear some sign of life inside.
Nothing. The house remained eerily quiet, the silence pressing down on me like a weight. After what felt like an eternity, I hesitantly pushed the door open and stepped inside.
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“Hello?”
My footsteps sounded loud against the wooden floor as I wandered through the rooms, each one emptier than the last.
Then, in the living room, I found Lily. She was sitting on the floor with a pack of cookies and a bottle of water. She was holding a piece of paper in her tiny hands.
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“Lily?” I whispered, kneeling beside her.
She didn’t say anything, just handed me the note. I unfolded the paper, the heartbreaking message inside sending a cold chill down my spine:
“She’s yours if you want her. We know you’ll take good care of her.”
I stared at the words, my mind racing.
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Who would do such a thing? Abandon their child like this, leaving her in an empty house with nothing but a note?
Panic started to rise in my chest, and I grabbed Lily, pulling her close.
“We need to go,” I whispered, scooping her up into my arms.
As I headed for the door, a terrifying thought crossed my mind.
What if this was a trap?
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I froze for a moment, my heart pounding. But then I looked down at Lily. I couldn’t leave her there, no matter the risks.
When we arrived back at my house, Samuel was already home. He looked up from the couch as I walked in.
“What is this?” he demanded.
I set Lily down gently and handed her a box of crackers and a glass of milk.
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“Here, sweetie, why don’t you have a snack and watch some cartoons?” I said, turning on the TV to distract her.
Once she was settled, I turned back to Samuel, who was now standing, his face twisted with anger.
“Why is there a child in our house, Eliza?” he raised his voice.
“Samuel, I found her alone,” I began, my voice trembling. “In that empty house, with nothing but this note.”
I handed him the paper. He read the note quickly, then looked up at me.
“You’ve broken our agreement, Eliza. We agreed—no children in this house!”
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“Samuel, I couldn’t just leave her there! She was all alone, with no one to take care of her,” I pleaded, trying to make him understand.
But his anger only grew.
“I told you I didn’t want kids! And now you’ve brought one into our home? Do you even realize what you’ve done?”
His words cut deep, like a knife twisting in my chest.
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“You never said that! All these years, you said it was because of your health…”
He looked away, his jaw clenched.
“I lied. I never wanted children, Eliza. I just didn’t want to lose you.”
It felt like the ground had been pulled out from under me. All those years, all those hopes and dreams… I had been living a lie.
Samuel delivered his ultimatum:
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“Either you take her back, or go away.”
I stared at him, the man I had loved and trusted, and realized that I couldn’t stay. Not like this. Not with him.
Without another word, I turned away from him, gathering a few belongings. I packed a small bag, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over.
I couldn’t abandon Lily after everything she had already been through.
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As I took Lily’s hand and led her to the door, Samuel didn’t stop me. He just stood there, cold and distant, as if we were strangers.
I had no idea where we would go.
Finally, we ended up at the school where I work and spent the night in my office. I knew it wasn’t a permanent solution, but it was a start.
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***
In the following days, I began the adoption process for Lily, but it wasn’t easy. The authorities insisted I needed a stable home.
Then, unexpectedly, they informed me that Lily’s biological parents had left her an inheritance — the house. So, I could adopt Lily and move in there.
Shocked, I dug deeper and discovered that Lily’s foster parents — my neighbors — had adopted Lily solely for that inheritance. But realizing they couldn’t care for her, they decided she deserved better.
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To ensure she wouldn’t end up in another home for the wrong reasons, they left her, and the house, in my care. We moved in the same day, and the house became our home, filled with warmth and love.
Lily slowly opened up, and every time she called me “Mommy,” my heart swelled.
Samuel, living alone, began to reconsider his choices. He started helping around the house and taking care of Lily when I was busy. Forgiving him wasn’t easy, but his efforts made me feel that maybe we could find our way back to each other.
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