It was a peaceful Christmas night until a desperate knock shattered the calm. A young, pregnant woman stood shivering in the snow. Her chilling words, “Let your husband explain,” turned my world upside down.
The house was peaceful that Christmas night. The smell of gingerbread lingered in the air, and the twinkling lights on the tree cast a warm glow in the living room.
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Mark sat on the couch, engrossed in his new PlayStation game. The kids were upstairs, sound asleep after an exciting day of presents and treats. I stood in the kitchen, washing the last of the dinner plates.
For once, everything felt perfect.
Then came the knock at the door.
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I froze, sponge in hand, and tilted my head toward the sound. Who could it be? It was nearly midnight, and the snow outside was coming down hard. My first thought was the neighbors, but why would they come so late?
“Mark?” I called, but he didn’t look up. “Did you hear that?”
“What?” he replied, eyes glued to the screen.
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“There’s someone at the door.”
He shrugged, his fingers moving on the controller. “Probably a package. Just leave it.”
“On Christmas night?” I grabbed my coat from the hook near the door. “I’ll check.”
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The icy wind hit me first, sharp and biting when I opened the door. Then I saw her — a young woman, shivering so hard she looked like she might collapse. Snow clung to her hair and coat, and her lips were nearly blue.
“Please,” she said, her voice trembling. “I… I need help. I’m about to give birth. Please, take me to a hospital.”
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I stared at her, unsure what to do. “Are you alone? How did you get here?”
She winced and held her belly. “I got lost… I couldn’t make it to the hospital.”
“Who are you?” I asked, stepping aside so she could come out of the cold.
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She looked me in the eyes, her face pale and serious. “Let your husband explain. He thought he could get rid of me.”
The words hit me like a punch to the chest. My stomach tightened, but I didn’t have time to process them. “Come in,” I said quickly. “Sit down. You’re freezing.”
I led her to the couch and grabbed a blanket from the chair. “Stay here. I’ll get Mark.”
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“Mark!” I called, my voice sharp now. “Come here. You need to see this.”
“Fine,” he muttered, setting down the controller and walking over. The moment his eyes landed on her, his face turned ghost-white.
“What… what are you doing here?” His voice cracked.
“I finally found you,” the woman said, her tone biting. “And you can’t just walk away this time.”
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I looked between them, confusion growing in my chest. “Mark, who is this? Do you know her?”
Mark swallowed hard and ran a hand through his hair. “Claire, I can explain—”
The woman cut him off. “Explain? Don’t you dare. You left me and my mom. You abandoned us, and now you’re here playing house like nothing ever happened.”
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“Wait,” I said, holding up a hand. “What is she talking about? Mark, who is she?”
Mark sighed, avoiding my gaze. “She’s… my daughter. From before we met.”
“Your what?” I took a step back, the words not sinking in.
The woman glared at him. “Yeah, your daughter. The one you left behind when I was six. The one you pretended didn’t exist.”
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“Stop,” Mark said, his voice rising. “I didn’t know you’d come here. I—”
“Of course you didn’t,” she snapped. “You’ve been ignoring me for years. But I wasn’t going to let you keep running.”
I turned to her. “And you came here because…?”
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“Because he deserves to face me,” she said through gritted teeth. “But also because I need help. I’m having this baby, whether he likes it or not.”
Mark dropped into the armchair, burying his face in his hands. “I didn’t mean for it to happen this way. I thought… I thought I could move on.”
“Move on?” she shouted. “You mean forget about me. Forget about the mess you left behind.”
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I shook my head, trying to catch up. “Why didn’t you tell me, Mark? Why didn’t you ever say you had a daughter?”
“I was ashamed,” he whispered. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”
The woman’s voice softened, but her pain was clear. “You were ashamed? That’s why I grew up without a father?”
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The weight of her words hung in the air. I stared at Mark, waiting for him to explain himself, but he just sat there, silent. The woman shifted on the couch, suddenly wincing in pain.
“We can deal with this later,” I said firmly. “Right now, she needs to get to the hospital.”
The woman locked eyes with me. “Are you going to help me? Or am I on my own again?”
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I grabbed my coat and keys, glancing back at the young woman who was now hunched over on the couch, clutching her belly. She winced, letting out a low groan.
“We’re going to the hospital,” I said firmly, wrapping the blanket tighter around her shoulders. “I’ll drive you myself.”
Mark stood, his hands trembling. “Claire, let me come with you. I should—”
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“No,” I interrupted, my voice sharp. “You need to stay here.” I stared at him, my anger bubbling beneath the surface. “You need to think about what you’ve done. You’ve hurt both of us, and right now, she’s the one who needs me.”
“Claire, I didn’t mean—”
“Not now, Mark!” I snapped, turning toward the woman. “Let’s go. We’ll figure this out later.”
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She nodded weakly, and I helped her to her feet. As we made our way to the car, the snow whipped around us, stinging my face. I opened the passenger door and helped her adjust the seat so she could lean back.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her breath fogging the air.
I climbed into the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel tightly. “You’re welcome,” I said, though my voice wavered. “You’re not alone in this.”
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The roads were slick with ice, and the wind howled as I drove. My knuckles were white against the steering wheel, not just from the treacherous conditions but from the storm inside me.
“You okay back there?” I asked, glancing at her through the rearview mirror.
“Yeah,” she muttered, though her face told a different story.
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The silence between us was heavy. My mind churned with questions and emotions I couldn’t untangle. How had Mark kept such a huge secret? How could he abandon his child? And now, here she was, carrying a baby into a world that had already let her down.
“I don’t even know your name,” I said, finally breaking the quiet.
She looked up, her face pale but determined. “Emma.”
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“Emma,” I repeated softly. “I’m Claire.”
She nodded. “You’re… kind. I wasn’t sure what to expect when I knocked on your door.”
“Well, I’m still trying to wrap my head around all this,” I admitted. “But whatever happened with Mark, it’s not your fault. And I’m not going to hold it against you.”
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Her lips quivered, and she looked away. “Thanks,” she whispered.
By the time we reached the hospital, Emma’s contractions had grown stronger. I waved down a nurse as soon as we entered the emergency room.
“She’s in labor,” I said quickly.
The nurse nodded, grabbing a wheelchair. “We’ll take her from here.”
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I turned to Emma. “I’ll stay,” I promised. “You’re not doing this alone.”
Her eyes filled with tears, and she gave a small nod.
The next hours were a blur. I stayed by Emma’s side, holding her hand as she gritted her teeth through each contraction. She squeezed so hard, I thought my fingers might break, but I didn’t let go.
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“You’re doing great, Emma,” I said, brushing a strand of damp hair from her face. “Just a little longer.”
Her cries of pain filled the room, but she pushed through, determined. Finally, a piercing cry cut through the tension.
“It’s a boy,” the doctor announced, holding up a tiny, squirming bundle.
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Emma sobbed, reaching out for her baby. I watched as the nurse placed him in her arms. His face was pink and wrinkled, his cries softening as Emma held him close.
When I got home, the house was quiet. Mark was sitting in the living room, staring at the darkened TV screen. He looked up as I walked in, his face full of guilt.
“How is she?” he asked softly.
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“She had a baby boy,” I said, my voice flat. “She’s strong. Stronger than you.”
“Claire—”
“No,” I cut him off. “I need answers, Mark. How could you keep something like this from me? From us?”
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“I was scared,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “I was young, and I made mistakes. I didn’t know how to face them. And when we started our life together, I thought… I thought I could leave it behind.”
“But you didn’t leave it behind,” I said sharply. “You left her behind. And now she’s here, with your grandson. You have to fix this, Mark. You owe her that much.”
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He nodded with tears in his eyes. “I will. I promise.”
“You’d better,” I said, heading upstairs. “Because she deserves better and I believe you.”
As I lay in bed that night, I thought about Emma and the baby. Life had changed in a way I never saw coming, but for the first time, I felt a glimmer of hope.
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Sometimes, the hardest truths bring the biggest chances for growth. And I was ready to embrace them.
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Son Sees His Old Mother’s Will and Orders Her to Pack Her Stuff Immediately — Story of the Day
A son discovers his mother’s will and what he reads in it makes him tell her to pack her bags immediately and get ready to leave his house.
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Gerald Nizbit stared at the text on his screen in astonishment, then he picked up the phone. “Helen,” he said crisply to his assistant. “Get me my lawyer on the phone, then Margaret Pratt, then my mother — in that order!”
Helen had been Gerald’s personal assistant for ten years, and she knew he wasn’t a particularly patient man, so she immediately started calling his attorney. In his office, Gerald was staring at the screen and shaking his head in disbelief. Oh, he was going to pay her back for this!
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Finally, Helen managed to get hold of the lawyer and put him through. “Sam,” said Gerald crisply. “Old boy, I just wanted to advise you that you committed a faux pas! You sent me my mother’s will for approval instead of sending it to her.”
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On the other side of the line, the lawyer blustered his apologies and embarrassment, but Gerald had said what he wanted to say so he quickly dismissed him and hung up. He sat staring out of his huge floor-to-ceiling window at the snowy New York skyline until the phone rang again.
This time it was Margaret Pratt. Gerald outlined his requirements succinctly, and told her, “I want it for today, Miss Pratt.” He listened to her objecting on the other side of the line then interjected.
“If you can’t get it sorted, I’ll go to someone who can.” The response on the other side of the line made him smile grimly. “This afternoon then, at 17:00,” he said and hung up.
He picked up the internal phone. “Helen, you can get me my mother now,” he said.
Within seconds, the ever-efficient Helen was patching through Mrs. Edith Nezbit. “Mother!” Gerald said. “Have two things to tell you. First of all Sam Kelson sent me your new will by mistake…and I want you to pack your bags immediately.”
Sitting in the lounge of Gerald’s gorgeous house where she lived with him Edith was speechless. “Gerald…Are you upset about the will? Please let me explain…”
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True value is what is attributed by the heart.
“I don’t need your explanations, Mother, I need you to have your bags packed and be ready to leave by 16:00,” Gerald said, and hung up. Edith sat there with her heart pounding. She’d thought Gerald would understand!
He was the youngest of her three children, and the one who’d always stood by her, helped her through the difficulties of life, and when Edith’s arthritis threatened to cripple her this last year, even though she was only 62, had taken her home to live with him.
Edith went upstairs to her room and packed her bags. Yes, she’d left all her money to her two older children, but she honestly thought Gerald would understand. Edith stared at her suitcase with tears blurring her vision.
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She had hurt her most beloved and kindest child! She had to explain! Edith called Gerald’s housekeeper to help her with her suitcase and went downstairs to wait anxiously for Gerald.
At 16:00 there he was, punctual as ever. He walked in, gave her a brief peck on the cheek and Edith cried, “Please Gerald. let me explain!”
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“I don’t have time for explanations, Mother. Come,” he said. “Everything is arranged.” He picked up Edith’s bag and carried it out to his car and put it in his trunk. Edith got into the car without a word.
Gerald drove without saying a word. “Where are we going, Gerald?” Edith asked, but Gerald chose that exact moment to turn on the radio and didn’t answer her. Edith looked around. She’d never been to this part of the city before…
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“Listen, Gerald, about the will…” Edith said bravely.
“Oh, the will!” said Gerald, glancing over at his mother and frowning. “The will in which you leave your house and $120,000 in savings to be divided between Amy and Oliver, and I get the old cabin by the lake and grandfather’s photos from the war, and dad’s watch?”
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“Yes…” whispered Edith. “You see…” But right then Gerald stopped the car. They had arrived at what appeared to be a small private airport, and a sleek private jet was waiting.
Gerald turned to Edith, and there were tears in his eyes. “Oh, mom, I understand about the house and the money. Amy and Oliver are struggling and I have more money than I could ever spend.
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“But what you are leaving me, mom, shows me how well you understand me. You know exactly what is important to me and close to my heart. I have all the money I need but the memories you are giving me are precious!”
“But Gerald…” gasped Edith. “I thought you were kicking me out!”
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Gerald grinned. “No such luck! I’m taking you to Tahiti for two weeks. I think it would do your arthritis the world of good, and I could use some quality time with my mom!”
Edith embraced her youngest — and secretly her favorite son, with tears in her eyes. He’d understood! Edith knew that her father and her husband’s keepsakes would be cherished and passed on lovingly by Gerald.
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The two spent a lovely time in Tahiti, and Gerald got himself a tan and even met a lovely girl who was also on vacation and came from New York and it looked to Edith like maybe she wouldn’t have to wait too long for those grandchildren after all!
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What can we learn from this story?
- Don’t judge people’s intentions by your own fears. Edith was afraid her son would be angry over her will so she thought he was throwing her out.
- True value is what is attributed by the heart not what something costs. For Gerald, the photos, the watch, and the old cabin were more precious than millions of dollars.
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