On Thanksgiving Eve, I Took in an Abandoned Child Only to Uncover My Boyfriend’s True Intentions — Story of the Day

On Thanksgiving Eve, a single moment unraveled everything I thought I knew about love, family, and the future I’d planned. One unexpected encounter forced me to face a choice I never saw coming.

My cart was brimming with everything needed for the perfect Thanksgiving Eve: turkey, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, and even a bouquet of fresh flowers for the centerpiece. It was a ritual I loved, a chance to create something warm and special, even if Paul and I hadn’t fully agreed on what “special” meant for our future.

Passing the baby aisle, I couldn’t help but slow down. Rows of soft onesies and tiny shoes drew my gaze. I imagined the life I longed for—children laughing, little hands helping set the table. Paul hadn’t warmed to the idea yet, but I told myself he would someday.

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“I need to grab some wine,” Paul said suddenly, pulling me from my thoughts. “Why don’t you finish up here? I’ll meet you at the car.”

“Okay. Don’t be long.”

He leaned in, kissed my cheek lightly, and walked away toward the liquor section. Before I could reach for the whipped cream on my list, a frantic voice startled me.

“Excuse me! Please, can you hold her for just a minute?”

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I turned to see a woman, her face pale and her eyes darting around. Without waiting for my answer, she placed a small child in my arms.

“I’ll be right back!” she said hurriedly and disappeared into the aisles.

The little girl was so light in my arms, clutching a well-worn stuffed rabbit and staring up at me. Her light curls framed her face, giving her an angelic, fragile look.

“Uh… hi there,” I said, crouching down to her level and carefully setting her on her feet. “What’s your name?”

“Ella,” she whispered, holding her rabbit closer.

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“That’s a beautiful name.

I glanced around, hoping to catch sight of her mother, but the aisle was empty. Minutes ticked by, turning into ten. Unease settled deep in my stomach.

I couldn’t wait any longer, so I walked with Ella to the security desk to seek help to locate her mother. The staff quickly made an announcement over the intercom, but no one came forward. Ella pressed herself against my side.

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“Mommy said I’d spend the holidays with a new mommy,” she whispered.

The words hit me like a blow. My throat tightened as I fought back the surge of emotion.

“Lisa?” Paul approached, holding a bottle of wine in one hand and frowning as he took in the scene.

“What’s going on?” he asked, glancing between Ella and me.

I explained quickly, my words tumbling out.

“We need to take her to the police,” Paul said firmly. “They’ll know what to do.”

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I hesitated, looking down at Ella. Her tiny hand was still gripping mine like I was the only thing anchoring her to safety.

“Paul, I…”

“This isn’t something you can solve, Lisa,” he interrupted. “It’s not safe to keep her with us.”

I nodded, feeling a heavy weight settle in my chest as we walked to the car. Ella climbed into the backseat. She didn’t cry or fuss, she just stared quietly out the window as the streetlights flickered past.

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***

Paul drove in silence. I glanced at Ella. Her small figure looked so vulnerable huddled in the back seat. With every passing mile, the pull to protect her only grew stronger.

“Is that turkey in the bag?” Ella’s small voice broke the silence.

“Yes,” I said, turning slightly to meet her gaze. “It’s for Thanksgiving dinner.”

“What’s Thanksgiving?” she asked, tilting her head as though trying to puzzle it out.

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“It’s a holiday where we celebrate everything we’re thankful for,” I explained. “We gather with family, share a big meal, and spend time together.”

She frowned slightly. “I’ve never had a Thanksgiving. Is turkey good?”

The simplicity of her question hit me harder than I expected.

“Turkey’s delicious. And cranberry sauce, too. Have you ever tried it?”

Ella shook her head, clutching the rabbit closer. “No. Mommy says holidays are for other people.”

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My heart ached for her. As the police station came into view, I felt my pulse quicken.

“Paul, pull over,” I said suddenly, pointing to a gas station on the right.

“What?” He glanced at me, his brows knitting together. “We’re almost there, Lisa. Let’s just get this done.”

“Please, Paul. I need a moment to think.”

With a huff of frustration, he turned into the gas station and parked by the pumps. I unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped out into the crisp November air.

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Paul followed. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not sure we should take her to the station yet. She’s just a child, Paul. She’s never had a Thanksgiving dinner. She’s never even tasted turkey.”

“And how is that our problem?” he shot back, gesturing toward the car. “Lisa, this isn’t our responsibility.”

“Maybe not. But doesn’t she deserve one happy evening? One night where she feels safe and loved?”

“Are you serious right now? You want to bring a stranger’s kid into our home? Do you even hear yourself?”

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I nodded. At that moment, Paul strode to the car, opened the back door, and motioned for Ella to get out.

“Paul, wait…” I started, panic rising in my chest.

“Good luck, Lisa,” he said coldly, climbing back into the driver’s seat.

Without another glance, he pulled away, leaving Ella and me standing at the gas station.

“It’s okay,” Ella whispered, looking up at me with a brave smile.

Her words both broke and steadied me. I knew I couldn’t turn back.

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***

Ella and I returned to the store. As we wandered through the aisles, I let her pick out a few extra decorations—paper turkeys, bright orange streamers, and even a tiny plush turkey she hugged tightly as if it were a long-lost friend.

“Can we get these too?” she asked, pointing to a pack of colorful paper napkins with cartoon pilgrims on them.

“Of course,” I said, smiling. “Anything else?”

She tilted her head thoughtfully, then grabbed a bag of marshmallows. “These.”

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I couldn’t go back to Paul’s place, but thankfully, I had my small apartment. It wasn’t festive or particularly grand, but it was mine. So, arriving at my apartment, we began the transformation.

Ella’s enthusiasm was contagious as she helped unpack the bags. Later, she insisted on stirring the cranberry sauce, her small hands gripping the wooden spoon tightly as she stood on a step stool.

“Is this okay?” she asked, looking up at me.

“It’s perfect,” I assured her. “You’re a natural.”

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The apartment began to glow from the warmth Ella brought into the space. When the turkey was finally ready, I carried it to the table, and Ella gasped as if I had presented her with a treasure.

“It’s so big,” she whispered, her eyes as round as the plates I’d set out.

“Let’s eat!” I said, pulling out a chair for her.

She hesitated, standing by her seat. “This is like a real Thanksgiving, right?”

“It is. The realest one I’ve ever had.”

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We sat together, and Ella’s laughter rang out as she tried cranberry sauce for the first time, her face scrunching up before she declared it “weird but good.”

Ella sat on the floor, cradling her plush turkey and staring at the glowing candles.

“Tomorrow, it’ll be over. I know I can’t stay.”

I knelt beside her, pulling her into my arms. “Ella, I wish you could. But tonight is ours, okay? No one can take this away.”

She nodded against my shoulder. “Thank you for today. It was the best day ever.”

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Meanwhile, a sharp knock at the door shattered the moment. I opened the door to find two representatives from Child Protective Services standing there. Behind them, Paul stood silently.

The CPS worker knelt at Ella’s level. “Hi, sweetie. We’re here to take you somewhere safe.”

Ella’s grip on my arm tightened. “Do I have to go?”

“They’ll take good care of you. I promise.”

Her small hand slipped from mine as they gently led her away. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she kept looking back at me, her turkey clutched tightly to her chest.

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***

As the door closed behind the CPS workers, I stood frozen, the emptiness of the apartment settling over me. Ella’s laughter still echoed faintly in my ears, but the warmth of the evening had vanished. I barely registered Paul’s footsteps as he walked up behind me.

“Well,” he said casually, his tone almost cheerful. “Let’s head to my place. We can still have that Thanksgiving dinner we planned.”

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I turned to him slowly. “Paul… are you serious?”

My voice wavered, caught somewhere between disbelief and anger. He frowned slightly as if he couldn’t quite grasp what I was upset about.

“What? I know tonight’s been… different, but we can still salvage it. I’ve got everything ready back home.”

“Paul,” I said, my words sharp, “how can you even think about that right now?”

“Is this about earlier? Look, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have left you two like that. I… I overreacted.”

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I stared at him. “You weren’t thinking clearly? Paul, a little girl needed one evening of love, of feeling like someone cared about her!”

He stepped closer, his hands raised in a gesture of appeasement.

“I get it. And I’m sorry. But Lisa, you can’t let this ruin everything. We’re good together as we are. Why complicate things with kids?”

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“Paul, this isn’t just about Ella. I’m 36. It’s about the family I’ve dreamed of.”

“Lisa, I love you. Isn’t that enough?”

“Not really. Not in the way I need us to be.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I am.”

“I guess this is it, then,” Paul muttered, heading for the door.

I didn’t stop him. The life I had imagined with him was nothing more than an illusion.

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***

That night, sleep was impossible. I lay awake, my mind replaying every moment with Ella. By morning, I drove to CPS and explained my intentions. The caseworker warned me of the challenges.

“These processes take time. It won’t be easy.”

“I’ll wait,” I said without hesitation. “However long it takes.”

Weeks passed. Finally, on Christmas Eve, the call came. My approval had been finalized. Ella was coming home.

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When I opened the door to see her standing there, her small face breaking into a smile, the weight of the past months disappeared. She ran into my arms, hugging me tightly.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Welcome home, Ella.”

That night, we decorated a Christmas tree together, stringing lights and hanging ornaments. Ella became my miracle, the heart of every holiday to come, and the family I had dreamed of for so long.

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I Saw a Lost Child in the Airport — What He Had in His Backpack Made Me Gasp

When I saw a young boy wandering alone in the airport, I couldn’t just sit there. He was scared and clutching his backpack like it was all he had left. I offered to help, but what I found inside his bag left me speechless and set off a chain of events I never saw coming.

Sitting in an airport terminal for four hours will test anybody’s patience. I’d already drained my third cup of coffee and was seriously considering a fourth when I noticed a kid, maybe six, wandering through the crowd.

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A boy in an airport | Source: Midjourney

He seemed kind of… lost. There was no frantic parent chasing after him, no one calling his name. Just him, a tiny figure adrift in a sea of travelers.

After a couple of minutes of watching this kid stumble past people without a clue where he was going, I couldn’t shake the knot that started twisting in my stomach.

His eyes were wide, almost glassy, like he was on the edge of tears but trying to hold it together. I knew that look. Hell, I’d worn that look enough times as a kid.

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A sad boy in an airport | Source: Midjourney

I stood before I even realized what I was doing. Some instinct kicked in, I guess. I wasn’t the ‘good Samaritan’ type, but I couldn’t just sit there while this kid wandered around scared out of his mind.

“Hey, buddy,” I said, keeping my voice low and non-threatening. God knows the last thing he needed was some random guy freaking him out. “You alright?”

The kid stopped, his tiny body stiffening. For a second I thought I’d blown it and he’d run away or scream or something.

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A frightened child | Source: Midjourney

But he just stood there, clutching the straps of his backpack like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. He shook his head, slow, eyes downcast but too proud, or too scared, to let the tears fall.

“What’s your name?” I asked, crouching down a bit so I wasn’t towering over him.

“Tommy,” he whispered, voice barely audible over the background hum of flight announcements and airport chatter.

“Well, Tommy,” I smiled, trying to sound as friendly as possible. “Do you know where your parents are? Or maybe you have something in your backpack that can help us find them?”

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A smiling man | Source: Unsplash

He looked up at me with these big, watery eyes and nodded, then slowly unzipped his backpack and handed it to me without a word.

I’ll tell you right now, there’s nothing more heartbreaking than a kid who’s too scared to even ask for help but desperately wants it anyway.

I opened the bag, expecting to find a boarding pass or something. Just a quick look, I thought, and I’d be able to hand him off to airport security. Easy, right?

Wrong.

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A backpack | Source: Pexels

Mixed in with a few snacks and some clothes, I pulled out a crumpled airline ticket. My hands froze and I gasped when I read the boy’s last name.

Harrison. My last name. I was about to dismiss it as a coincidence but then I looked at Tommy again. Something about his eyes and nose, and the set of his chin was way too familiar, but that was ridiculous. I don’t have kids.

Hell, I barely had family left these days, let alone some random six-year-old with my last name.

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A child in an airport | Source: Midjourney

I swallowed hard and handed the ticket back to Tommy, my hands trembling a little now. “Tommy,” I started, my voice softer, “who’s your dad?”

He shifted on his feet, clearly uncomfortable. “He’s here… at the airport.”

Okay, that wasn’t helpful. “Do you know his name?” I pressed gently, not wanting to spook him but needing more than just vague answers.

Tommy shook his head again, eyes flicking nervously toward the crowd. “He’s my dad,” he repeated, like that cleared everything up.

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A shrugging boy | Source: Midjourney

Great. I couldn’t just leave him with that. My brain was working overtime now, trying to piece together the impossible coincidence of the name on the ticket. And then it hit me, like a wave of cold water crashing over my head: Ryan.

My brother. My damn brother. I hadn’t thought about him in years, not since he disappeared from my life like some magician pulling the ultimate vanishing act.

One day he was there, and then he wasn’t, leaving behind nothing but a whole lot of anger and unanswered questions.

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A frowning man | Source: Midjourney

“Okay, let’s go find security so they can make an announcement and help you find your dad, okay?” I straightened and held out my hand to Tommy.

He nodded and off we went. I tried to put thoughts of my brother out of my mind as I guided the boy across the terminal, but I couldn’t shake the thought that he was connected to this child.

Maybe that’s why it took me a minute to realize the man rushing toward us wasn’t a figment of my imagination. Ryan looked different, sure. He was older, more haggard, but it was definitely my brother.

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A man in an airport | Source: Midjourney

Ryan was scanning the crowd like a man on the verge of losing his mind, his eyes wide and frantic, searching for something. Or someone.

“Dad!” Tommy tugged on my hand, his voice pulling me out of my stupor. He tried to let go of my hand, but I was frozen.

It took me a second to process what he’d said. Dad.

Suddenly, Ryan’s eyes locked on us. I saw the exact moment he registered what he was seeing, me, his estranged brother, standing with his son.

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Close up of a man’s eye | Source: Pexels

For a split second, his expression shifted from panic to something like disbelief, maybe even shock. And then he started walking, more like jogging, straight toward us.

As he got closer, I noticed the dark circles under his eyes and the lines etched into his face. He wasn’t the cocky, carefree brother I remembered. He looked… worn down. And, honestly, that softened me a little.

Not that I was ready to let go of all the bitterness, but it was hard to stay angry when he looked like life had already beaten him up.

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A man | Source: Pexels

“Tommy,” Ryan said, his voice shaky with relief. He grabbed Tommy by the shoulders, pulling him into a quick hug before stepping back.

His eyes darted between me and Tommy, like he was trying to make sense of the situation. “I-I can’t believe… thank you for—” His voice trailed off, unsure, awkward.

I nodded, still trying to get a grip on my own emotions. There was this thick, uncomfortable silence between us. Years of not speaking, of unresolved anger, just hung there in the air like a weight pressing down on both of us.

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An emotional man | Source: Pexels

“You’re welcome,” I finally managed to say, though the words came out stiffer than I intended.

Ryan glanced down at Tommy, then back at me. He looked… I don’t know, cautious. Like he didn’t know how to act around me anymore. And maybe he didn’t.

“Didn’t think I’d see you again,” Ryan said quietly, his hand resting protectively on Tommy’s shoulder. His words weren’t exactly dripping with warmth, but there was something in his tone that almost sounded like regret.

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A man battling his emotions | Source: Pexels

“Yeah, well, same,” I muttered. “Is he… my nephew?”

The question slipped out before I could stop it. It felt like my heart was lodged in my throat, and I immediately regretted how blunt I sounded.

Ryan froze, his eyes widening for a split second. His face twisted with hesitation like he didn’t want to confirm what I already knew. But eventually, he nodded. “Yeah. He is.”

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A shocked man | Source: Pexels

I exhaled sharply, the air leaving my lungs in one shaky rush. I stood there trying to wrap my head around the fact that Ryan had built a whole life without me in it.

“I wish I’d known,” I said, my voice sounding weirdly hollow in my own ears.

Ryan’s jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he might snap back with some defensive comment. But instead, he just sighed and looked down at the floor.

“I didn’t know how to tell you.”

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A man hanging his head | Source: Pexels

That hit me harder than I expected. For years, I’d carried this resentment for how he’d just disappeared, no explanation, no goodbye. And now, hearing that he had been struggling too, that he hadn’t just moved on like I thought… it stung in a different way.

I swallowed hard, not sure how to feel. “You just vanished, Ryan. One day you were there, and then you weren’t. You just—” My voice cracked, and I had to stop before I said something I couldn’t take back.

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A stern man | Source: Midjourney

Ryan ran a hand through his hair, his expression pained. “I know. I screwed up. I know that.” He glanced down at Tommy, his face softening as he looked at his son. “But I had to leave. Things were… complicated. I didn’t know how to handle it all.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” I muttered, more to myself than him.

There was another long, awkward silence. Tommy shifted on his feet, sensing the tension between us but too young to understand what was really going on. He looked up at Ryan, then at me, his wide eyes full of curiosity.

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A boy | Source: Pexels

“Are we gonna see Uncle Ethan again?” Tommy asked, completely unaware of the emotional minefield he’d just wandered into.

Ryan and I both froze, staring at each other. And for the first time since he walked up, Ryan cracked a tiny smile. It wasn’t much, but it was there.

“Maybe,” Ryan said, glancing at me. “Maybe we can try.”

I met his eyes, my chest tight with a mix of anger and… hope? “Yeah,” I said quietly. “Maybe we can.”

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