A minted father who is unwilling to spend money to raise his newborn twins asks his wife to give up one baby for adoption. He kicks her out with the babies when she refuses and knocks on her door for help five years later.
It was a cold, rainy night, and Angie cradled her newborn babies at the bus stop. “Where will we go? Jesus, please help us. Shelter us as we wait out this rough night,” she cried, wiping warm tear droplets off her babies’ faces. Angie had nowhere to go, and her parents had died long back.
Suddenly, she sensed something creeping behind her and was terrified. Angie mustered the courage to protect her babies from whatever it was. “It’s a dog!” she sighed.
Angie never imagined her life would turn topsy-turvy overnight. She never thought her husband Jake, who she trusted and loved throughout their marriage, would kick her out with their babies just a week after their birth…
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“How I wish my mom were with me today…Sorry, mama, I should’ve listened to you and not rushed with my marriage with Jake,” sobbed Angie, thinking about her late mom.
“You can stay in this house as long as you agree to keep just one baby or leave if you want to keep both. Decide wisely, dear.”
Angie met Jake after graduation five years ago. He was a young, handsome man, and she thought he was the one. They fell for each other in what would turn into a fairytale love story, but with one exception—there was no ‘happily ever after’ in Angie’s case.
Problems sparked in the fourth year of their marriage when she told Jake she was pregnant.
“But darling, you know I’ve just started my business. We have postponed baby planning all these years, and I am not ready to be a father yet,” Jake was upset when Angie showed him the two pink lines on her pregnancy test kit.
Jake’s reluctance to be a father showed he was unprepared for responsibilities. Poor Angie was torn between his disapproval of having children and her desire to have as many as possible. But was Jake prepared to know Angie was pregnant with twins?
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“I am okay with having a baby…you get it? I mean, one baby is enough,” said Jake as Angie walked into the ward for scanning. “I pray that you don’t come out and tell me we are having twins,” he joked, his mouth curved into an ironic smile. Moments later, fate joked back at him.
Angie came out, distressed and worried. She was pale while she was supposed to be blushing and smiling.
“What is it?” he asked her, impatient for her reply. “What did the doctor say?”
Angie swallowed her fear and spoke out, partly guessing Jake’s reaction. “Our babies are fine,” she said.
“Alright…wait, what…babies?” he exclaimed.
The scan Angie took minutes ago gave her a glimpse at two tiny lives growing inside her. She was pregnant with twins, and Jake was not happy about that.
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Jake stormed to his car as Angie read his mind and pictured his frustrations. She was nervous and thought he had joked about having only one baby. But his reactions proved otherwise.
Jake grew distant from Angie day by day and focused only on making more money. She knew he was upset about having twins and assumed he would cool down with time. But it only worsened during her third trimester.
Angie was in the hospital, waiting for Jake to see their newborn twin baby girls. But he never showed up. He sent his maid and driver three days later to bring Angie and their babies home.
Jake did not want to get involved with his babies. He didn’t even welcome them home or hold them. He was unhappy and unprepared to be their father.
Angie returned home with her newborns that evening, knowing little about Jake’s condition. “We keep only one child and give the other up for adoption. If you are okay with it, we are a family. If not, you can leave the house with them,” he told Angie.
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At first, Angie thought Jake was kidding. He dragged her suitcase to the living room and placed it in front of her, indicating he was serious.
“I’m not ready to raise two children and burn a hole in my pocket. My business is fetching a lot of profits, and I need to focus on making more money…I don’t want to waste my time and wealth on raising two babies when I can easily raise just one,” he explained.
Angie was devastated. “They are our babies, Jake. How could you ask a mother to give up her baby? Are you out of your mind? Both my babies are our symbol of love,” she cried. But Jake was stubborn.
“My business has just started to flourish, and I don’t have the time to focus on family. I don’t want to waste my hard-earned money on two babies. You can stay in this house as long as you agree to keep just one baby or leave if you want to keep both. Decide wisely, dear,” he said, despite knowing Angie had nowhere to go.
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The poor mother’s choice was obvious. She took her suitcase and left the house with the babies. Jake’s greed for his newfound riches blinded his devotion to family. He failed as a husband and a father. But it didn’t matter to him.
Angie snapped to her present and found herself still deserted at the bus stop, cradling her babies. “Where will I go? Please help me, Jesus,” she cried and was disrupted by an intense beam of light rays.
“Hello there, are you alright? It’s raining heavily. Would you like a ride, my dear?” an older woman called out to her from a taxi. Angie looked up and saw a nun. She wrapped her babies in her jacket and approached the car.
“Oh my, how adorable your babies are!” exclaimed the nun. “Get in. I’ll drop you. Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know, Sister,” said Angie. “My path is dark, and I am lost. I don’t know which way to go. My babies and I were abandoned by someone dear to us.”
The nun understood Angie’s misery and immediately took her to the convent.
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Angie and her daughters, Sophie and Marley, found a safe shelter to wait out the rough days of their lives. Angie taught in the school administered by the church. She also worked part-time in a restaurant, and two years later, she saved a good chunk of money to start her café.
Gradually, Angie was able to give her daughters a better life, though it could’ve been much better had their father been involved. Moreover, Angie did not regret her decision not wanting to divorce Jake. Deep in her heart, she hoped he would realize his mistake and come for them someday.
Five years passed, and Angie now had her own house. It was quite small yet comfortable. She spent the best years watching Sophia and Marley grow up.
There were times when Angie used to struggle without enough profits in business, but her faith and determination motivated her. She launched two more coffee shops in town, and gradually, her fortune grew. But in the other part of town, Jake’s business tanked.
He was drowned in debt, and everybody he sought financial help from refused to support him at the last minute. Jake knew how rich Angie was now and thought only she could help him.
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“Hey, how are you?” Angie answered the door one day when she least expected to see Jake at the doorstep. “Come in!”
Jake vaguely smiled and immediately apologized to Angie. “Darling, I’m so sorry for abandoning you. My greed to earn more money cost me big. I am bankrupt, and it’s the best punishment I deserve for kicking you out with our babies. Please forgive me, and please help me.”
Angie now understood why Jake had come. She had learned about his loss in business but never thought he would visit her and apologize, let alone ask for help.
Jake saw a photo of Angie with their daughters and cried. “I’m sorry, sweethearts. Please forgive your daddy,” he said. Angie’s heart melted, and though she knew Jake had come crawling for help, she was willing to do it because she still loved him.
“But darling, I will not be able to repay such a huge amount of money. I will need time. I was such a cruel husband and a heartless father. Are you sure you want to help me?” he sobbed when Angie gave him a check worth the money he wanted.
“The night you kicked me out, I learned what greed is and how it can ruin relationships. And today, I learned what forgiveness is. What are we going to achieve by holding onto our past grudges? Nothing! Everyone makes mistakes, but as humans, we must learn to forgive one another,” said Angie.
Jake realized his mistake and promised to take Angie and their kids back once he sorted his business issues. He wanted to be a good father to his children and compensate for the heartbreak Angie endured all these years.
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What can we learn from this story?
- Do not walk past the needy. When the nun saw Angie and her newborn babies stranded at the bus stop on a rainy night, she offered them a ride. She took them to the convent and offered shelter after learning of the mother’s misery.
- One of the best attributes of humans is our ability to forgive. Despite being wronged by Jake, Angie forgave him and helped him financially when he came to her and apologized.
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My Mother Kicked Me Out of the Church for Getting Pregnant Out of Wedlock
The day I revealed my pregnancy in church started with morning sickness and ended with my mother disowning me. But what happened next made my mother change her decision.
I’m a sophomore in college studying psychology, and that’s where I met Glenn last fall. We started out as study buddies in our Intro to Research Methods class, but there was something special about him from day one.
He had this gentle way of explaining complex topics that made everything click, and his smile? It could light up the whole lecture hall.
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“Faith, you’re starin’ again,” he’d tease me during our study sessions, and I’d feel my cheeks burn red every single time.
“Can’t help it if you’re distracting,” I’d shoot back, and we’d both laugh like we had the best secret in the world.
We went from sharing coffee after class to spending hours at the campus diner. We’d pick at endless plates of waffle fries while sharing our life stories.
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Glenn told me a bit about his family and how he enjoyed playing in the fields as a kid. Meanwhile, I opened up about losing my dad when I was five. That’s when things started shifting from friendship to something more.
“Your dad would be so proud of you,” Glenn said one evening, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. “Following your dreams, helping people through psychology…”
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The first time he kissed me on the porch swing outside my mama’s house, I swear I saw stars. But when I told Mama about Glenn, she just pressed her lips together and said, “That’s nice, sugar. Don’t forget you’ve got that big exam coming up.”
That’s my mama, Claudia, for you. Since Daddy passed, she’s thrown herself into two things: raising me and adoring nature.
Never dated, and never seemed interested in finding love again.
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Sometimes I catch her looking at Daddy’s photo on the mantle with such longing that it breaks my heart. I wish she’d give herself permission to be happy again, but we don’t have the kind of relationship where I can say that.
“Mama,” I tried once, “don’t you ever get lonely?”
“I’ve got you,” she replied, smoothing down her skirt. “That’s all the company I need.”
Everything was sailing smoothly until that morning I woke up feeling too sick.
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I swear I couldn’t even move, and the thought of having breakfast nearly made me puke.
Oh no… I thought. The nausea, the fatigue… Does it mean I’m pregnant?
That was the first thing that came to my mind because Glenn and I got intimate a few weeks earlier.
I was super scared, and my hands were trembling so bad I could barely open the drawer where I’d hidden the pregnancy tests.
“Please, please, please,” I whispered, watching that little window. “Please tell me I’m wrong!”
But two pink lines appeared clear as day, and my world tilted sideways.
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I sank down onto my bathroom floor while my heart pounded inside my chest.
“This can’t be happening,” I muttered, staring at the test. “I’m only nineteen. I can’t have a baby. I can’t…”
A few minutes later, I found myself pacing the bedroom.
“How am I gonna hide this from Mama?” I asked myself. “She’ll never understand. A baby? Out of wedlock? In our family?”
I think I talked to myself for almost an hour while different scenarios played out in my mind. All of them resulted in my mother not speaking to me.
I was certain she’d never accept my baby.
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I spent the next few days hiding in my room, coming up with every excuse I could think of to avoid facing Mama.
“Faith, honey! Dinner’s ready!” she called out one evening.
“Sorry, Mama, got this huge psychology paper due tomorrow,” I shouted back. “I’ll grab something later!”
The next morning, she knocked on my door. “Baby girl, I made your favorite pancakes.”
“Thanks, but I already ate a granola bar. Got an early study group meeting,” I lied, feeling guilty about the growing pile of excuses.
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That evening, she tried again. “Faith? Mrs. Jones brought over her famous casserole…”
“Got finals coming up, Mama. Need to focus!” I called out.
By Thursday, Mama wasn’t having it anymore. She marched right up to my room and stood in the doorway.
“Now hold on just a minute,” she said, fixing me with that mom-stare that could melt steel. “Since when do you skip my pancake breakfasts? And don’t think I haven’t noticed you running to the bathroom every morning.”
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“Just stressed about exams,” I mumbled, avoiding her gaze.
“Uh-huh,” she said, clearly unconvinced. “And I suppose stress is also why you haven’t touched your coffee in days? The same coffee you swear you can’t live without?”
“My study group suggested cutting back on caffeine.”
“My dear Faith,” Mama said slowly, “in all your years of schooling, I’ve never seen you skip meals during finals. Something’s going on with you, and we both know it ain’t just studying.”
But before she could press further, I grabbed my backpack. “Sorry, Mama, I’m late for the library. Group project!”
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I practically ran down the stairs, leaving her standing there with that worried look I’d been trying so hard to avoid.
The following Sunday, Mama called up to my room, “Faith, honey! We’re gonna be late for service!”
“Coming!” I called back, fighting another wave of nausea. “Maybe I should skip today…”
“Skip church? Are you feeling poorly?” Mama appeared in my doorway.
“Just a little tired,” I lied, forcing a smile. “Been studying real hard.”
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“You’ve been ‘tired’ all week,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Something you want to tell me?”
“No ma’am,” I said quickly. Too quickly. “I’ll be ready in five minutes.”
The church was packed that morning, all our neighbors dressed in their Sunday best.
Mrs. Jones was wearing her famous pink hat, and Mr. Rodriguez had his grandkids with him. Everything was fine until halfway through the sermon when that familiar nausea hit me.
I must’ve turned green because Mama grabbed my hand.
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“Baby girl, what’s wrong?” she whispered, her eyes narrowing. “Come to think of it, you’ve been actin’ strange all week…”
Maybe it was the guilt, or maybe it was just those pregnancy hormones, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Mom, I have something to tell you,” I whispered back, tears welling up. “I’m pregnant.”
The silence that followed felt eternal. Mama’s face went through about fifty different emotions in three seconds flat.
“What?” she gasped, loud enough for several heads to turn. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
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“No, I’m not joking,” I managed, my voice trembling. “I’m pregnant, and it’s Glenn’s.”
That’s when Mama lost it. She stood up and started yelling at me.
“Get out of the church right now!” she hissed. “Go home, pack your things, and don’t come back to my house! How could you do this? Did you even think about what our family and friends would say? Do you not know the traditions and values we hold!? Get out of my sight!”
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I quickly stood up and began walking away while my tears blurred my vision. I could see how Mrs. Jones was staring at me with wide eyes.
But before I could reach the door, a familiar voice called out.
“Stop right there, young lady.”
It was Pastor James, and he was looking at my mother with the kind of stern expression I’d seen him use during particularly passionate sermons.
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“Claudia,” he said gently, walking down the aisle toward us, “would you abandon your daughter when she needs you the most? Isn’t this the time to show love and forgiveness?”
“But she’s having a child out of wedlock!” Mama protested. “I never—”
“That shouldn’t be an issue, Claudia,” Pastor James interrupted softly. “Sometimes the greatest blessings come in unexpected packages. Remember, Claudia, when your husband passed away, this congregation wrapped their arms around you and Faith. Shouldn’t we do the same now?”
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Those words changed Mama’s thoughts. She looked at me and then burst into tears.
The next thing I knew, we were hugging right there in the middle of the church, both of us crying while the congregation pretended not to watch.
“I’m so sorry, baby girl,” she whispered into my hair. “I was just scared for you. I know how hard it is raising a child alone…”
“I’m not alone, Mama,” I said. “I have Glenn, and I have you… if you’ll still have me?”
But the story doesn’t end here.
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A few days later, Mama insisted on meeting Glenn and his family.
“Time to do this properly,” she said, straightening my collar like I was still a little girl. “No more secrets.”
Glenn drove us to his place.
“You nervous?” I asked Glenn as we pulled up to his house.
“A little,” he admitted, squeezing my hand. “But it’s time our families met.”
You won’t believe what happened next. We pulled up to this beautiful house, and who opened the door? Pastor James.
The look on his face when Glenn called him “Dad” was priceless.
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“Faith?” Pastor James said, looking between me and his son. “Glenn, son, is this your young lady?”
“Yes sir,” Glenn said, taking my hand. “Surprised?”
“Well, I’ll be…” Pastor James shook his head, then started laughing. “The Lord sure does work in mysterious ways.”
Looking back now, I can’t help but laugh at how everything unfolded. Sometimes the best blessings come wrapped in the scariest packages, and sometimes the people you think you barely know turn out to be your biggest supporters.
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And Mama? Well, she’s already picking out baby names and knitting tiny booties.
And just yesterday, she said, “You know, sugar, maybe it’s time I started getting out more. Mrs. Jones’ brother just moved to town…”
Let’s see what happens next.
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