“These aren’t my children,” the husband squealed, “Lada, they’re… dark-skinned! Who did you have them from?”

“These aren’t my children,” the husband screamed, shaken to the depths of his soul, “Lada, they’re… dark-skinned! Who gave birth to them? Are you chea:ting?! Don’t come back to my house, don’t even try to cross the threshold! And don’t count on any material support – there won’t be any!”

Lada had an unlucky life.

She grew up in an orphanage where she had almost no friends, and those people who came to choose a child for adoption never drew attention to her. The only close person for Lada was her nanny Vera Pavlovna, who tried with all her might to find adoptive parents for Lada.

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Right before graduation, Vera Pavlovna decided to tell Lada the story of her arrival at the orphanage.

“You were about a year old when you were brought here,” Vera Pavlovna said softly, looking at the shelter building.

“I remember that day as if it were yesterday. It was spring, the snow had just melted, it was getting warm. We were cleaning the yard, collecting leaves, and suddenly a police car arrived. Whether this is true or not is unknown, but for some reason no one found you. And you stayed here.

She fell silent and looked at Lada:

– And that’s all? – asked Lada, – you don’t know anything about my parents?

Vera Pavlovna sighed heavily and lowered her head.

“Nothing at all,” she agreed, “nothing about parents or other relatives. It’s as if you fell out of the sky.”

After leaving the shelter, Lada studied in medical school.

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She was given a small apartment in a new building, and she got a job as a nurse at the regional hospital to blend her studies with work. It was there that fate brought her together with Anton, a therapist who immediately attract her attention.

There were old rumors that before Lada appeared, he had a romantic relationship with endocrinologist Kristina, a real beauty of the hospital. However, he loved Lada.

– What did he see in her? – asked Lera, one of Anton’s most persistent fans, – you can’t look at her without tears! Skinny as a stick, and dresses anyhow. Whoever undresses her starts crying!

“She’s from an orphanage,” giggled Nastya, her former rival, “everyone there is so weird, so silly.”

Lada heard these words, but pretended not to understand who they were talking about.

“Girls, get to work,” “and I have important news for you.”

After waiting until the nurses were out of sight, he continued:

— We’re having dinner at my parents’ tonight. It’ll be something like an introduction. Do you understand?

Lada was taken aback: already?! If Anton decided to introduce her to his parents, it meant that their relationship was progressed to marriage.

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In the evening, Anton took Lada, dressed in a smart dress, to his parents.

“So you grew up in an orphanage,” Anton’s father said

“that’s bad. Very bad. The absence of parents has an extremely negative effect on the formation of personality.”

Anton’s mother, Ida Vitalievna, a former cardiologist, supported her husband:

“Yes, it’s really not good,” she added, “and why, if it’s not a secret, has no one adopted you?”

“I don’t know,” she muttered, trying to hold back her tears, “it didn’t rely on me.”

“Excuse me, I have to go,” Lada couldn’t resist, “coursework…”

He walked her to the entrance and offered to give her a ride, but Lada refused.

“I’ll get there by taxi,” she muttered, greedily inhaling the cold air, “see you tomorrow.”

“Don’t pay attention to my old people,” he said, trying to calm her down, “they sometimes drive me crazy too. They both have difficult personalities.”

She wanted only one thing – to be as far away from this house as possible.

Fortunately, Anton no longer invited her to her parents. Soon he proposed to her and moved her in with him.

The wedding happened a month after the proposal, when Lada was two months pregnant.

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After the wedding, Lada continued working at the hospital, but when the baby began to grow, Anton suggested that she leave her job.

Three weeks before her due date, Lada gave birth to twin boys. When the midwife showed them to her, Lada froze in surprise: the children were dark-skinned, as if someone had dipped them in chocolate. The doctors were also surprized, and the doctor tried to calm Lada down.

“You know, my child was also born dark-colored,” the doctor said, “but after a few days everything went away, the skin color became normal.”

“If everything is okay with them, you won’t be able to hide them for long,” the doctor warned, “it’s better to prepare it in advance.”

And that’s what Lada did. She was ready to take a DNA test.

“So these are definitely my children?” Anton exclaimed when he saw the twins.

“If this is someone’s joke, it’s not funny at all!”

“I never expected you to be capable of something like this,” Anton said when they were alone. “I, a fool, believed you! I ran around the shops, got ready, and you… What a snake you are, Lada!”

– These are your children! What are we even talking about if I was always in your sight?

“Your parents were right about you,” he said slowly. “And I kept standing up for you. I don’t know who got you pregnant, but now seek help from him. I won’t live with you anymore!”

Vera Pavlovna came to pick up Lada from the hospital and took care of them at her home.

– Listen, why are your children like that? – Vera Pavlovna asked one day

– You’re white, Anton too. And they’re black. It’s somehow strange.

“Well, there you are too,” she drawled in a pained voice. “I thought that at least you would believe me…”

“Yes, I believe you, I believe you,” she smiled. “It’s just really amazing.”

But Lada had no time to be surprised. Anton had abandoned her and she could forget about work and school, as well as her previous life.

“It’s okay, we’ll manage somehow,” said Vera Pavlovna.

Vera Pavlovna took care of Igor and Sasha – that’s what Lada named the twins. She fussed over them as if they were her own grandchildren, and hardly let Lada near them.

“Rest,” Vera Pavlovna said every time Lada approached the children

“I thought about it a bit and decided this,” Vera Pavlovna said one evening, sitting in her chair with a newspaper.

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“Maybe your ancestors were dark-skinned? That happens sometimes. Dark-skinned people have light-skinned children.”

Lada looked up from the keyboard and grinned.

“My ancestors? Dark-skinned?” she responded skeptically. “Where from? That’s nonsense.”

Vera Pavlovna put the newspaper down with a terrible expression and asked to call a taxi. Putting on her glasses, she began to read aloud.

The article shared the story of an elderly local woman who had lost her daughter. According to her, she had drowned in a river when she was just over twenty, and she left behind a small child who was with her mother at the time of her passing. By the time rescuers and the police arrived, the child was gone. The woman asked anyone who knew anything to come forward.

– And why did you read this to me? – Lada got angry at Vera Pavlovna. – What does this have to do with me?

“Maybe it’s you she’s finding for,” she suggested cautiously.

“You were found near this river, after all. Did you hear who the missing girl was meeting? I think you should visit this woman and find out everything.”

Lada looked at the newspaper again.

“Lidiya Fyodorovna,” she read the woman’s name and patronymic. “She lives not far from here, on the next street.”

After waiting a few days, Lada decided to meet Lidiya Fyodorovna.

“You look so much like my Sveta,” she said as soon as Lada entered. “I’ve been waiting to hear from you for a long time…”

“Here, look,” she said, handing it to Lada. “They really are similar, aren’t they?”

Lada looked at the photo and it seemed to her that she was looking in the mirror. It was her in the photo, only her hair was light and her hairstyle was short.

“This is Sveta, my daughter,” explained Lidiya Fyodorovna.

“Tell me everything,” she asked, trying to speak more gently. “It’s very important to me. For me and my children.”

“It’s a long story,” she said.

“I don’t remember everything anymore, it was so long ago. Listen.

Lada’s mother was an average student at school, and then entered the university in the architecture department. During her studies, she met a guy. His name was Vincent, he was dark-skinned and came from France to study. Sveta helped him learn Russian, and eventually fell in love with him. Vincent also fell in love with her, and they planned to move in with him.

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Lidiya Fedorovna and her late husband Pavel tried their best to dissuade their daughter from marrying a foreigner. But Svetlana, stubbornly shaking her head, insisted that after completing her studies she would follow her lover.

Pavel, hearing this, became furious and insistently demanded that his daughter terminate the pregnancy. But Svetlana resolutely refused. In the end, her father kicked her out of the house. Svetlana left, and her parents never saw her again until one day her body was found in the river, and the official version was that she committed sui:cide.

“I knew that Svetlana had a girl,” said Lidiya Fyodorovna, her gaze fixed on one spot and her half-turned face towards Lada.

“Pavel passes away almost immediately after these events, he had a heart att.ack,” continued Lidiya Fyodorovna, lowering her head, “and I was paralyzed… Now I have not been able to walk for almost twenty years.

“Here,” she held out a tattered notebook, “is all that remains of your parents.”

Lada took the book and carefully hid it in her pocket.

Lada spent many years searching for her father. She sent out letters, posted ads on the Internet, made acquaintances with French people, hoping to find at least some clue.

Lada begged the woman to give him her contacts, and she agreed. Soon Vincent wrote, and then called. That’s how their communication began.

As it turned out, Vincent ran his own business successfully in France.

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“I didn’t start a family, and so I remained alone. I found out that your mother was no longer there when I was already back home. You look amazingly like her! You know, daughter, now for the first time in many years I feel happy. I know that I’m not alone. I have you and my grandchildren.”

Even after returning home, Vincent did not forget about his daughter. One day he called and asked her for her bank details. The woman immediately called her father back. Vincent explained:

– I want you to have everything you need! This amount will be enough for you to start your own business. You are a goal-oriented girl, I am sure that you will succeed.

Lada spent a long time choosing the direction for her business, and the choice fell on a private medical clinic. Thanks to the professionalism of the doctors, clients came in droves. In a few years, Lada won all competitors and achieved financial well-being.

There was no action of Anton during this time. He never called or buy something for the children. The divorce was finalized, and Lada did not continue to meet her husband, who did not believe her.

Greedy Brothers Mock Younger Sister Because She Only Inherited an Old Umbrella — Story of the Day

She was dedicated to her grandparents and sacrificed her future to look after them but all they left her was an old umbrella. But there was something hidden in it.

Lesley, George, and Wilson Farrel’s parents had died in a car crash when they were children, and their grandparents stepped forward to raise them. George had been eleven, Wilson nine, and Lesley just five.

Their grandparents had carefully stretched their parent’s insurance money to pay for the older boys’ education, but when it was time for Lesley to go to college, her grandmother became very ill.

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There was no way Lesley was going to turn her back on her beloved grandparents, so she enrolled in the local community college and attended classes when she could.

Unfortunately, her grandmother passed away, but Wilson and George didn’t come to the funeral. They sent regrets and flowers, but they were clearly not interested in taking on responsibility for the man who’d raised them.

God’s justice moves slowly but it never fails

So Lesley took care of her grandfather, and when two years later she met William and decided to get married, she moved into a small house down the street. She continued to cook and care for her grandfather right up until his last days.

At no time did her brothers, now both wealthy successful men, ever ask if she or her grandfather needed help, financial or otherwise. “It’s not that we need them,” Lesley told her husband, “but it just shows such ingratitude!

“My grandparents were in their seventies and they took on three kids. Instead of enjoying their retirement, they took on the work and responsibility and my brothers don’t seem to care!”

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“Hun,” William said tenderly, “what goes around comes around. God’s justice moves slowly but it never fails!”

Lesley shook her head. “I don’t believe that!” she said. “They are nasty ungrateful men and we are struggling, how is that justice?” But William just shook his head and told her to be patient.

Lesley’s grandfather became frailer and frailer, until the sad day when she came in to bring him breakfast and found that he’d passed away in his sleep. Lesley was devastated.

She called her brothers and distant family and made the arrangements for the funeral. She thought her brothers wouldn’t come to her grandfather’s funeral but they surprised her.

That afternoon, Lesley understood Wilson and George’s willingness to attend: they wanted their share of the inheritance. Their grandfather’s lawyer had asked them to meet him at the old house.

Wilson and George looked around appreciatively. “This house will be worth quite a bit on the market!” said George.

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“Yes,” said Wilson. “Especially if we market it as a potential bed & breakfast!”

But the lawyer shook his head. “I’m afraid your grandfather has left the house and its contents to the Children’s Association,” he said. “As a shelter for at-risk children.”

“What?” cried Wilson angrily. “What about US?”

“Yes,” said George, “We’re his flesh and blood! Didn’t he care about our welfare?”

“Stop it!” cried Lesley. “Grandpa did everything he could for us, everything! It’s his house, and it was his right to dispose of it as he wished.”

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The lawyer said, “Your grandfather did leave some tokens of his affection,” he said, and he placed an ornate silver pocket watch, a silver chain with an antique cross, and an old dark green umbrella on the table.

Wilson picked up the pocket watch greedily. “The old man was holding out on us!” he said. “This watch is from the time of the Civil War. It might be worth something!”

“As per your grandfather’s instructions, you will each choose an item according to your age: so George, you choose first, then Wilson, then Lesley,” the lawyer explained.

Wilson frowned crossly as George picked up the pocket watch, then he stepped forward and claimed the silver cross. “Looks like you get the umbrella, Lesley!” he said.

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Lesley picked up the umbrella and touched the heavy wooden handle lovingly. “This was grandpa’s favorite, you know. He said it was the best for a rainy day!”

George laughed cruelly. “Let’s hope it still works,” he said. “It’s raining now!” Lesley peered outside. It was pouring!

“In that case, this umbrella is just perfect,” Lesley said and walked to the front door. She opened the door and unfurled the umbrella and something fluttered down and stuck in her hair, then something else…

Lesley stared in astonishment as dozens of bills fell out of the folds of the old umbrella. Geoge scoffed. “So that was the old man’s rainy day fund?”

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Lesley picked up a note and gasped. “This is a $1000 bill! I’d never seen one before!”

“What?” Wilson stepped forward and bent to pick up a bill but the lawyer stopped him.

“The umbrella and its contents belong to your sister,” he said coldly. “You and your brother made your choices.”

George was furious. “But there are dozens of $1000 bills! That’s a lot of money!”

Lesley was looking at the bills closely. “They look brand new as if they’ve just been printed!” she said.

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“Your grandfather and your great-grandfather collected those bills for decades, Lesley, up until they were withdrawn from circulation in the late 1960s,” the lawyer said. “These mint-condition bills are collector’s items. They are each worth between $10,000 and $12,000…”

Lesley was stunned! Her grandfather had left her a valuable legacy after all. With the money from the sale of the bills, she and William paid off their house, bought a new car, and started their own rainy day fund.

Meanwhile, Lesley’s grandfather’s old house became a shelter and helped many sad and lonely children find happiness. As for Wilson and George, they were outraged and declared that Lesley had cheated them out of their inheritance.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Greed can lead to bad judgment. Wilson and George’s greed led them to mistakenly pick out the least valuable item.
  • God’s justice moves slowly but it never fails. Wilson and George got what they deserved and Lesley was rewarded for her kindness.

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