Pequeno órfão reza na igreja para que a mãe venha buscá-lo, ‘Eu te levo’, ele ouve um dia – História do dia

Um garotinho órfão chora na igreja, implorando a Deus para enviar sua mãe para levá-lo. No minuto seguinte, ele fica pálido quando uma voz responde por trás, dizendo: “Eu te levo.”

Uma série de emoções não contadas está ligada a crianças abandonadas pelos pais. Alan, de seis anos, era uma dessas crianças negligenciadas que ansiava por ver sua mãe, mas nunca teve essa chance.

Um dia, em um encontro fortuito na igreja, o mundo do pequeno Alan mudou. Ele estava chorando, implorando a Deus para enviar sua mãe até ele, dizendo a Deus o quão diferente seu mundo seria se sua mãe estivesse com ele.

Em meio aos seus altos gritos e à discussão emocionante com Deus, uma voz estranha falou por trás, oferecendo-se para levá-lo…

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Unsplash

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Unsplash

“Querido Jesus, dizem que você ouve tudo. Meus guardiões no lar adotivo me disseram para bater na sua porta e pedir tudo o que eu precisava. Eu quero minha mamãe. Você pode, por favor, mandá-la para mim?”

“Alan, meu garoto! Eu vim por você. Eu vim para te levar para casa.”

Alan chorou enquanto cruzava as mãos em oração e olhava para o crucifixo. Seus olhos estavam dolorosamente vermelhos, e suas bochechas macias e rosadas estavam molhadas.

“Minha babá me disse que você atende às orações de todos. Então por que não atende às minhas?”

O vestíbulo ecoou com os altos gritos de Alan. Ele estava com o coração partido. Ele não queria voltar para o abrigo, onde as crianças frequentemente zombavam dele. Elas constantemente o provocavam dizendo que sua mãe nunca voltaria e que ele não tinha escolha a não ser esperar que alguém o adotasse.

“Ninguém estaria interessado em levar um bebê chorão como você para casa”, foram algumas das coisas mais duras que ele ouviu de outras crianças no abrigo. Alan chorou muito naquele dia, exigindo de Deus uma resposta.

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Unsplash

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Unsplash

“Alan, shhh!”, interrompeu sua guardiã, Nancy. “É uma igreja. Fique quieto e não chore. As pessoas estão observando você. Por favor, acalme-se.”

Alan tentou controlar suas lágrimas. Ele continuou olhando para o crucifixo até que viu uma mulher com uma criança entrar na igreja. Ele não conseguiu mais segurar as lágrimas e começou a chorar novamente.

“Jesus, você não está me respondendo. Por favor, eu quero ficar com minha mamãe como aquela menina. Babá, por que Jesus não está respondendo? Você me disse que ele respondeu todas as nossas orações, mas por que ele não me disse nada?”

Nancy olhou para o menino e sorriu para suas perguntas inocentes.

“Eu te levo”, uma voz de mulher disse de repente atrás deles. “Meu bebê, eu vim por você. Por favor, pare de chorar.”

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Unsplash

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Unsplash

Alan e Nancy ficaram assustados. Eles se viraram, e atrás deles estava a mulher com a criança que Alan tinha visto momentos antes.

“Alan, meu garoto! Eu vim por você. Eu vim para te levar para casa”, ela gritou.

“Quem é você? Como sabe o nome do garoto?” questionou Nancy, segurando Alan com força.

“Meu nome é Annette. Sou a mãe de Alan. Venho aqui todos os dias para vê-lo e garantir que ele está bem.”

“Seu filho? Você tem alguma prova?”

Annette tirou uma foto dela segurando um bebê recém-nascido nos braços. “Eu o deixei na porta do abrigo há seis anos.”

“Isso é inacreditável. Era assim que Alan parecia quando o peguei na porta pela primeira vez naquela noite chuvosa. Ouvi o choro alto de um bebê lá fora no pátio e o encontrei lá. Por que você deixou seu bebê? Como pode ser uma mãe tão sem coração?”

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Unsplash

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Unsplash

Annette começou a chorar e contou a história mais triste de sua vida.

Seis anos atrás, ela tinha 16 anos e acidentalmente engravidou do filho do namorado. Depois que ela revelou isso a ele, ele a abandonou e se mudou para outro estado, bloqueando o contato dela. Os pais de Annette a aconselharam a interromper a gravidez, mas ela não conseguiu.

“Meus pais me deram apenas uma escolha — abandonar meu bebê ou esquecê-los e o legado que eu herdaria. Eu era muito ingênua e jovem para me tornar mãe, então deixei meu bebê recém-nascido no abrigo e segui em frente.”

Annette acrescentou que terminou a faculdade e se casou com outro homem. A garota que estava com ela, Amy, era sua filha desse casamento.

“Eu tentei o meu melhor, mas não consegui esquecer meu filho. Visito esta igreja frequentemente para observá-lo de longe. Mas depois de ouvi-lo chorando por sua mãe hoje, não consegui mais me segurar. Quero levá-lo para casa comigo.”

Logo, Annette começou as formalidades legais para obter a custódia de Alan de volta. Ela fez testes de DNA com ele, revelando que eles eram mãe e filho por uma compatibilidade de 99 por cento. Embora ela tenha levado Alan para casa com sucesso e restaurado o relacionamento deles, isso veio com um preço alto.

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Unsplash

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Unsplash

Os pais de Annette se voltaram contra ela e a cortaram de suas vidas e de seu testamento. Pior ainda, seu marido se voltou contra ela, apesar de saber a verdade sobre seu passado obscuro.

“Eu casei com você porque você foi honesta sobre seu relacionamento fracassado com seu ex-namorado e pensou que nunca mais iria querer aquela criança. Mas agora, até seus pais a rejeitaram. Olha, eu não estou disposto a ser pai do filho de outra pessoa. Estou pronto para sustentar minha filha financeiramente, mas nosso casamento acabou”, disse seu marido Jason, imediatamente entrando com o pedido de divórcio.

Annette e Jason se divorciaram logo depois. Annette conseguiu a custódia da filha e ficou encantada em ter Alan de volta.

“Nunca mais venha até nós implorando por dinheiro” foram as últimas palavras que ela ouviu seus pais lhe dizerem, e Annette estava bem com isso. Ela sentia que sua vida estava completa, mesmo sem a aprovação de seus pais ou seu dinheiro.

Ela se mudou para o exterior com seus dois filhos maravilhosos, conseguiu um bom emprego e só pensa em viver uma vida feliz.

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Unsplash

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Unsplash

O que podemos aprender com essa história?

  • Deus responde às nossas orações. Sempre que Alan ia à igreja, ele chorava e pedia a Deus para enviar sua mãe até ele. Um dia, suas orações foram respondidas quando ele ouviu uma voz se oferecendo para levá-lo, e era sua mãe.
  • Não abandone seus filhos e os puna por um erro que você cometeu. Quando Annette engravidou aos 16 anos, seus pais lhe disseram para abandonar o bebê. Ela obedeceu e seguiu em frente, sem saber como isso afetaria seu filho conforme ele crescesse.

Uma garotinha chora na igreja, pedindo a Deus para salvar a vida de sua avó doente. De repente, uma voz fala atrás dela, oferecendo ajuda. Clique aqui para ler a história completa.

My Parents Took Back the House Down Payment They Gifted Me – But They Had No Idea It Was All Part of My Plan

My parents gifted me a down payment for a house. I came to the brutal realization that I had to make them take it back without them discovering the real reason. Cue fake renovation plans, manufactured risks, and the biggest deception I’ve ever pulled on the people who raised me.

I stood in our living room, my hands trembling slightly as I held out the stack of renovation plans.

An anxious woman holding documents | Source: Midjourney

The familiar scent of Mom’s lavender candles mixed with the coffee Dad had been nursing all afternoon, a combination that usually meant home and safety.

Not today, though.

Today, my stomach churned as I prepared to deliberately deceive the two people who’d given me everything.

Dad sat in his usual armchair, the one with the worn leather arms where he’d spent countless evenings helping me with homework.

A man sitting in an armchair | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting in an armchair | Source: Midjourney

The afternoon sun caught the silver threading through his dark hair — when had that happened?

Mom perched on the edge of the sofa, her reading glasses sliding down her nose as she peered at the papers I was about to present. Her fingers worried at the corner of her cardigan, a nervous habit I’d inherited.

“So,” I began, proud of how steady I kept my voice, “I’ve been working on something exciting.”

A woman speaking and holding documents | Source: Midjourney

A woman speaking and holding documents | Source: Midjourney

I handed over the plans, watching their faces carefully. The papers trembled slightly in my grip, documents that had taken two days of frantic preparation with my architect friend Jamie.

“I’ve decided I want to spend the down payment money you gifted me after graduation on a fixer-upper that could be converted into a duplex. The return on investment could be incredible.”

Dad’s forehead creased as he studied the first page.

A man reading documents | Source: Midjourney

A man reading documents | Source: Midjourney

I’d made sure the numbers were eye-watering and Jamie had helped me make everything look professional but deliberately concerning.

The estimated costs were just shy of astronomical, carefully calculated to trigger every parental alarm bell.

“The initial estimates are just the beginning,” I continued, pacing now. The carpet muffled my footsteps, but I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

A woman speaking to someone | Source: Midjourney

A woman speaking to someone | Source: Midjourney

“Construction costs are unpredictable, and we might need more than the down payment money if things go over budget.”

I let that sink in, watching Mom’s face pale slightly.

“Hannah, sweetheart,” Mom’s voice quavered exactly as I’d hoped it would. “These numbers… they’re astronomical.” She pushed her glasses up and exchanged a worried glance with Dad. “The contingency fund alone could buy a small car.”

A woman reading documents | Source: Midjourney

A woman reading documents | Source: Midjourney

Dad set the plans down with the careful deliberation I recognized from childhood, the way he’d place my report cards on the kitchen table before we had “serious discussions.” His coffee sat forgotten, growing cold on the side table.

“This is reckless, Hannah,” he said flatly. “You’d be drowning in debt before the first nail was hammered.”

His protective instincts were firing exactly as I’d predicted.

A woman holding back a smile | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding back a smile | Source: Midjourney

“The market’s unstable enough without taking risks like this. Remember what happened to the Hendersons when they tried flipping houses?”

“But the potential —” I started, then let my voice trail off as Mom interrupted.

“Maybe,” she said, reaching for my hand, “we should take back the down payment until you find something… safer. This is too much responsibility for you right now.”

Her thumb rubbed circles on my palm, a gesture that had comforted me through scraped knees and broken hearts. Now it nearly broke my composure.

A woman smiling gently | Source: Midjourney

A woman smiling gently | Source: Midjourney

I forced disappointment into my voice. “If that’s what you think is best.”

The relief that flooded through me was real, though not for the reasons they assumed. I gathered up the plans, letting my shoulders slump just enough to sell the dejection.

As soon as I was out of the living room, I stopped fighting to hold back my grin. I ran upstairs to my room and sent Jamie a quick text to let him know the plan had worked.

A woman texting | Source: Midjourney

A woman texting | Source: Midjourney

I flopped onto my bed as the events from two nights ago flashed through my mind.

I stood frozen in the dark kitchen, my bare feet cold against the tile floor. I’d come down for a glass of water, but Mom’s voice had stopped me in my tracks.

“The medical bills just keep coming,” she’d whispered into the phone, probably thinking I was asleep like any sensible person at midnight.

A woman standing in a kitchen at night | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a kitchen at night | Source: Midjourney

“We’re burning through our retirement savings and the mortgage… God, Mom, we might lose the house. But keep it a secret from Hannah. We need to get things done while she’s clueless.”

I’d stood there, my throat tight, as Mom detailed their financial struggles to Grandma. Each word felt like a physical blow.

The emergency surgery Dad needed last year. The property taxes they’d barely scraped together. The second mortgage they’d taken out to help pay for my college tuition.

A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney

A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney

Here they were, drowning in debt, and they’d still given me their savings for a down payment on my own place.

I’d spent the next forty-eight hours in a frenzy of planning. Jamie hadn’t just helped with the renovation plans — he’d stayed up late into the night, helping me research construction costs and market trends to make my fake project both compelling and terrifying.

I’d practiced my pitch in the mirror, calibrating every word to push their protective buttons without seeming obvious about it.

And today, all that hard work had paid off.

A woman lying on her bed | Source: Midjourney

A woman lying on her bed | Source: Midjourney

A week later, I sat at their dinner table, pushing Mom’s pot roast around my plate. The atmosphere felt lighter somehow like the house itself could breathe easier.

The familiar chime of forks against plates, the soft hum of the ceiling fan, the lingering scent of fresh bread… everything felt more precious now that I knew how close they’d come to losing it all.

“Hannah,” Dad said suddenly, setting down his fork. “We need to tell you something.”

A family eating dinner | Source: Midjourney

A family eating dinner | Source: Midjourney

He reached for Mom’s hand, their fingers intertwining in a gesture I’d seen a thousand times before. “Taking back that down payment… it saved us from having to sell the house.”

Mom’s eyes welled up, catching the warm kitchen light. “We didn’t want you to worry, but we almost lost everything. The medical bills, the mortgage…”

Her voice cracked, and I couldn’t stay silent anymore.

The words tumbled out before I could stop them. “I know. I heard you on the phone with Grandma.”

A woman sitting at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

Their shocked faces made me continue. “The renovation plan I showed you? It was fake. I worked with Jamie to create it and made sure the costs looked scary enough that you’d want to take the money back. I couldn’t let you lose everything just to give me a head start.”

“You did this… for us?” Mom’s voice cracked, her hand covering her mouth.

I smiled through the tears that had started falling. “You deserved to be safe, even if it meant I had to wait to chase my dreams. After everything you’ve sacrificed for me? This was the least I could do.”

A woman speaking to someone over dinner | Source: Midjourney

A woman speaking to someone over dinner | Source: Midjourney

Dad stared at me for a long moment before letting out a surprised laugh that sounded suspiciously watery.

“You tricked us into protecting ourselves? That’s… that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” He shook his head, but I could see the pride mixing with the disbelief in his eyes.

“I learned from the best,” I said, gesturing between them. “All those years of you two sacrificing everything for me? Maybe it was time I returned the favor. Besides,” I added, trying to lighten the moment, “I’m pretty sure there’s something in the daughter handbook about keeping your parents from doing stupidly noble things.”

A woman speaking passionately | Source: Midjourney

A woman speaking passionately | Source: Midjourney

Mom pulled me into a fierce hug, her tears soaking into my shoulder. She smelled like vanilla extract and that fancy hand cream I got her last Christmas. Dad’s arms wrapped around us both, and for a moment, we just held each other, crying and laughing at the same time.

Looking back, I realized something profound had shifted that night.

The roles we’d played all my life — the protectors, and the protected — had blurred and reformed into something new. Something stronger.

A thoughtful woman | Source: Midjourney

A thoughtful woman | Source: Midjourney

My dream of owning my own place could wait. This, right here, was home enough.

As we finally pulled apart, Dad wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, and Mom squeezing my fingers tight, I knew I’d made the right choice. The weight of secrets had lifted, replaced by a deeper understanding between us.

Sometimes love means letting go of your dreams to protect someone else’s reality. And sometimes, in protecting others, you find that an even better dream was waiting for you all along.

A woman sitting at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

The three of us stayed at that dinner table long into the night, sharing stories and truths we’d kept hidden, rebuilding our family’s foundation on something stronger than pride or protection: honest love, freely given, finally unburdened by secrets.

Here’s another story: I was ready to help my son buy his first house, hoping it would finally heal the years of distance between us. But everything changed when I overheard him speaking over the phone. I knew I had to act fast to prevent a disaster.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

Related Posts

Be the first to comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.


*