Five years ago, I found a newborn abandoned at my fire station and made him my son. Just as our life together felt complete, a woman appeared at my door, trembling with a plea that turned my world upside down.
The wind howled that night, rattling the windows of Fire Station #14. I was halfway through my shift, sipping lukewarm coffee, when Joe, my partner, walked in. He had that usual smirk on his face.
A firefighter drinking coffee | Source: Midjourney
“Man, you’re gonna drink yourself into an ulcer with that sludge,” he teased, pointing at my cup.
“It’s caffeine. It works. Don’t ask for miracles,” I shot back, grinning.
Joe sat down, flipping through a magazine. Outside, the streets were quiet, the kind of eerie calm that keeps firefighters on edge. That’s when we heard a faint cry, barely audible over the wind.
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Joe raised an eyebrow. “You hear that?”
“Yeah,” I said, already on my feet.
We stepped out into the cold, the wind biting through our jackets. The sound was coming from near the station’s front door. Joe spotted a basket tucked in the shadows.
“No way,” he muttered, rushing ahead.
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Inside the basket was a tiny baby wrapped in a threadbare blanket. His cheeks were red from the cold, his cries weak but steady.
“Holy…,” Joe whispered. “What do we do?”
I crouched down, gently picking up the baby. He couldn’t have been more than a few days old. His tiny hand curled around my finger, and something shifted inside me.
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“We call Child protective services,” Joe said firmly, though his voice softened as he looked at the baby.
“Yeah, of course,” I replied, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the little guy. He was so small, so fragile.
In the weeks that followed, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. CPS named him “Baby Boy Doe” and placed him in temporary care. I found excuses to call for updates more often than I should’ve.
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Joe noticed. He leaned back in his chair, studying me. “You thinking about it? Adopting him?”
“I don’t know,” I said, though my heart already knew the answer.
The adoption process was the hardest thing I’d ever done. The paperwork was endless. Every step felt like someone was waiting to tell me I wasn’t good enough. A firefighter? Single? What did I know about raising a baby?
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Social workers came to inspect my home. They asked about my hours, support system, and parenting plans. I lost sleep over it, replaying every conversation in my head.
Joe was my biggest cheerleader. “You’re gonna nail this, man. That kid’s lucky to have you,” he said, clapping me on the back after a particularly rough day.
Months later, I got the call when no one came to claim him. I was officially his dad.
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I named him Leo because he was strong and determined, just like a little lion. The first time he smiled at me, I knew I’d made the right choice.
“Leo,” I said, holding him close, “you and me, buddy. We’ve got this.”
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Life with Leo was a whirlwind. Mornings were a scramble to get both of us ready. He’d insist on wearing mismatched socks because “dinosaurs don’t care about colors,” and I couldn’t argue with that logic. Breakfast was usually a mess, with cereal everywhere except the bowl.
“Daddy, what’s a pterodactyl eat?” he’d ask, spoon mid-air.
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“Fish, mostly,” I said, sipping my coffee.
“Yuck! I’m never eating fish!”
Evenings were our time. Bedtime stories were mandatory, though Leo often “corrected” them.
“The T. rex doesn’t chase the jeep, Daddy. It’s too big for cars.”
I’d laugh and promise to stick to the facts. Joe was a regular part of our life, dropping by with pizza or helping out when my shifts ran late.
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Parenting wasn’t always easy. There were nights when Leo’s nightmares had him crying in my arms, and I’d feel the weight of being his everything. I learned to balance fire station shifts with parent-teacher meetings and soccer practice.
One night, we were building a cardboard Jurassic Park on the living room floor when a knock at the door broke our laughter.
“I’ll get it,” I said, brushing off tape from my hands.
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Standing there was a woman, her face pale, her hair tied back in a messy bun. She looked exhausted but determined.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
Her eyes darted past me to Leo, peeking around the corner.
“You,” she said, her voice trembling. “You have to give my child back.”
My stomach twisted. “Who are you?”
A nervous woman on a porch | Source: Midjourney
She hesitated, tears welling up. “I’m his mother. Leo, that’s his name, right?”
I stepped out, shutting the door behind me. “You can’t just show up here. It’s been five years. Five. Where were you?”
Her shoulders shook. “I didn’t want to leave him. I had no choice. No money, no home… I thought leaving him somewhere safe was better than what I could give him.”
“And now you think you can just walk back in?” I snapped.
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She flinched. “No. I don’t want to take him away. I just want… I want to see him. To know him. Please.”
I wanted to slam the door to protect Leo from whatever this was. But something in her raw and broken voice stopped me.
Leo opened the door a crack. “Daddy? Who is she?”
I sighed, kneeling to his level. “Buddy, this is someone who… knew you when you were little.”
A man talking to his son | Source: Midjourney
The woman stepped forward, her hands trembling. “Leo, I’m your… I’m the woman who brought you into this world.”
Leo blinked, clutching his stuffed dinosaur. “Why’s she crying?”
She wiped her cheeks. “I’m just happy to see you. And I wanted to spend some time with you.”
Leo stepped closer to me, his small hand gripping mine tightly. “Do I have to go with her?”
A young boy hiding behind his father | Source: Midjourney
“No,” I said firmly. “No one’s going anywhere.”
She nodded, tears streaming. “I don’t want to hurt him. I just want a chance to explain. To be in his life, even a little.”
I stared at her, my chest tight. “We’ll see. But it’s not just about you. It’s about what’s best for him.”
A serious man talking to a woman | Source: Midjourney
That night, I sat by Leo’s bed, watching him sleep. My mind raced with questions and fears. Could I trust her? Would she hurt him again? And yet, I couldn’t ignore the look in her eyes — the same love I felt for Leo.
For the first time since I found him, I didn’t know what to do.
A man playing with his son | Source: Midjourney
At first, I didn’t trust her. How could I? She’d abandoned Leo once. I wasn’t about to let her waltz back in and disrupt his life. But she was persistent in a quiet, patient way.
Her name was Emily. She showed up at Leo’s soccer games, sitting on the far end of the bleachers with a book, watching but not interfering. She brought small gifts like a dinosaur book or a solar system puzzle.
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Leo was hesitant at first, sticking close to me at games or waving her off when she tried to talk to him. But little by little, her presence became a part of our routine.
One day after practice, Leo tugged on my sleeve. “Can she come for pizza with us?”
Emily looked at me, her eyes hopeful but guarded. I sighed, nodding. “Sure, buddy.”
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It wasn’t easy for me to let her in. I still had doubts. “What if she bails again?” I asked Joe one night after Leo had gone to bed.
Joe shrugged. “Maybe she will. Maybe she won’t. But you’re strong enough to handle it if she does. And Leo… he’s got you.”
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While Leo was building a T. rex model at the table one evening, Emily turned to me. “Thank you for letting me be here. I know it’s not easy for you.”
I nodded, still unsure of what to say. “He’s my son. That hasn’t changed.”
“And it won’t,” she said firmly. “I don’t want to take your place. I just want to be part of his life.”
A serious woman talking to a man in the living room | Source: Midjourney
Years passed, and we found our rhythm. Emily became a steady presence, not a threat but a part of our family. Co-parenting wasn’t always smooth, but we made it work.
“You’re a good dad,” she whispered once as we watched Leo sleep.
“And you’re not half-bad as a mom,” I admitted, a small smile creeping onto my face.
A man and a woman talking in a teenager’s room | Source: Midjourney
The years flew by. Before I knew it, Leo was 17, standing on a stage in his high school graduation gown. He’d grown into a confident, kind young man and my heart swelled with pride.
Emily sat next to me, tears in her eyes as the principal called his name. Leo took the stage, his grin wide as he accepted his diploma. He looked at both of us in the crowd and waved.
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Later that night, we stood in the kitchen, laughing as Leo told stories about his teachers. Emily and I exchanged a glance of mutual pride and understanding.
“We did good,” she said, her voice soft.
I nodded. “Yeah, we did.”
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Looking back, I never could’ve imagined how my life would turn out. I went from being a single firefighter to a father and then to a co-parent with the woman who once left Leo behind.
It wasn’t an easy journey, but it was worth every sleepless night, hard conversation, and moment of doubt. Because, in the end, family isn’t about perfection. It’s about showing up, loving fiercely, and growing together.
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How Beauty Standards of the Miss World Pageant Have Changed
On March 9, 2024, the Miss World 2023 pageant was held to choose a beauty queen once again. The crown went to Krystyna Pyszková of the Czech Republic. To honor this event, we decided to take a look at the history of the contest and find out how the jury’s approach to assessing women’s beauty has changed over the decades.
1950s: it all started with a scandal.
Kiki Håkansson (Sweden), Miss World 1951
In 1951, as part of the Festival of Britain, the Festival Bikini Contest was held, which journalists later named Miss World. This event became a scandal because in those days a bikini was considered indecent.
Swedish beauty Kikki Håkansson became the winner of this first pageant. And to this day, she remains the only winner to have received her crown while wearing a bikini. Later, the finalists would wear a one-piece swimsuit or evening gown to the awards ceremony.
Denise Perrier (France), Miss World 1953, and Marita Lindahl (Finland), Miss World 1957
Despite the 1951 bikini scandal, the contest founder Eric Morley was pleased with the public attention and decided to hold the pageant annually. His requirements for potential participants were as follows: single women without children aged 17 to 27.
Corine Rottschäfer (Netherlands), Miss World 1959
In 1959, a major British television channel agreed to broadcast the pageant, thus making it even more popular. Corine Rottschäfer found herself in a delicate situation before the awarding ceremony when she discovered that her evening gown had holes in it. Another contestant lent Corine the dress and eventually finished third, while Corine became the winner.
1960s: Miss World is gaining momentum.
Katharina Lodders (Netherlands), Miss World 1962
In the 1960s, the Miss World pageant became one of the most watched television shows. The cash prize for the winner was increased from £500 to £2,500. In 1961, the requirements for contestants were also changed: the upper age limit was now 25 years old.
Katharina Lodders, who was crowned in 1962, addressed these criteria in her own way. On collecting the award, she said out loud, «I don’t think I’m the most beautiful girl in the world — I am the most beautiful girl here.»
Ann Sidney (Great Britain), Miss World 1964
In 1964, the winner was Ann Sidney, who later made a career in the movie industry. By the way, Morley introduced a new rule that same year: he forbade the mothers of contestants to accompany their daughters. The reason why was because the mother of one of the girls caused a lot of inconvenience to the organizers, getting involved in their work.
Reita Faria (India), Miss World 1966
In the late 1960s, the contest became even bigger. In 1966, Morley sent invitations to more than 70 countries, 66 of which were happy to respond. And in 1968, for the first time in the history of the event, a married girl was allowed to participate. In the 1970s, however, a strict criterion for the marital status of contestants was reintroduced: single only, period.
1970s: feminists change the essence of the pageant.
Jennifer Hosten (Grenada), Miss World 1970
The beginning of the decade was marked by a new scandal. In 1970, a week before the pageant, British feminists claimed that Miss World objectified women and threatened to interrupt the show. And they did it. When the event was in full swing, some female guests rose from their seats and began to blow whistles, jingle rattles and shout slogans. Later, the movie Misbehaviour starring Keira Knightley was based on these events.
In 1970, Jennifer Hosten won the crown. She became the first black woman to win it.
Marie Stävin (Sweden), Miss World 1977, and Silvana Suárez (Argentina), Miss World 1978
The conflict with feminists forced the organizers to think about the message the pageant was sending to the world. And in 1972, Eric Morley and his wife announced that the event would now be held under the slogan «Beauty With a Purpose.» The contestants were also required to present their charity projects to the jury.
1980s: «Beauty With a Purpose»
Mariasela Álvarez (Dominican Republic), Miss World 1982
In the 1980s, the slogan «Beauty With a Purpose» got another meaning: new tests of intelligence and personality were added to the contest program. In the eyes of the judges, the contestants’ personal qualities became as important as their looks.
Giselle Laronde (Trinidad and Tobago), Miss World 1986
In the second half of the decade, the contest became criticized again. The public in different countries didn’t like the fact that girls were judged only by representatives of Western countries. And in 1986, Morley decided to hold the preliminaries of the contest in Macau and give the Eastern judges the opportunity to select the contestants. The winner that year was Giselle Laronde from Trinidad and Tobago. This was the first time a representative of this country won the crown.
Ulla Weigerstorfer (Austria), Miss World 1987
And in 1987, the organizers ignored their own rule that allowed to participate girls aged only 17 to 25 and let a 26-year-old beauty to compete for the crown. Later, the upper age limit would be made 27 again.
1990s: crisis
Aishwarya Rai (India), Miss World 1994
In the early 1990s, the popularity of the contest began to decline, and major TV channels stopped broadcasting it. But Morley wasn’t going to give up and managed to find ways to organize the contest at a lower cost.
Yukta Mookhey (India), Miss World 1999
In the second half of the decade, the organizers decided to gather a jury of representatives of different professions from all over the world in order to increase the interest of the audience. So, now beauties were judged by actors and actresses, athletes, magazine editors, and top models from different countries.
2000s: a woman takes the reins.
Agbani Darego (Nigeria), Miss World 2001
In 2000, Eric Morley passed away, so his wife Julia took on her husband’s work and decided to make some adjustments. For example, she called the pageant «stupid and horrible» and promised to make it «more positive» for women. She condemned the part of the show where girls had to first parade around in swimsuits and then give interviews about their life ambitions. «Not because I thought there was something wrong, horrible, and unnatural about swimsuits, but I thought you generally don’t feel comfortable if someone is interviewing you in a tux, and you are in a bathing suit,» Julia said.
Rosanna Davison (Ireland), Miss World 2003, and Kaiane Aldorino (Gibraltar), Miss World 2009
In 2004, Julia Morley surpassed her spouse by managing to gather a then record number of participating countries — 107 girls took part in the competition.
2010s: no swimsuits
Megan Young (Philippines), Miss World 2013
In 2013, the contestants traveled to Bali. It was the first time the event was held in Southeast Asia. Also, for the first time in the history of the contest, a girl from the Philippines, Megan Young, won the crown.
Manushi Chhillar (India), Miss World 2017
Julia Morley, who had previously voiced her discontent with overly revealing costumes of contestants,
decided to remove the swimsuit competition from the pageant in 2015. She said, «We are really not looking at her bottom. We are really listening to her speak.»
2020s: what’s next?
Karolina Bielawska (Poland), Miss World 2021
The first event of the new decade wasn’t really big. In 2022, the number of countries participating in the contest was the smallest since 2003 — only 97. The winner was Karolina Bielawska from Poland. Next time, the Miss World jury gathered in 2024 and crowned Krystyna Pyszková from the Czech Republic.
Krystyna Pyszková (Czech Republic), Miss World 2023
Since modern trends criticize various beauty standards, there is a possibility that the Miss World organizers will choose to stop using any selection criteria for future contestants, following the example of Miss Universe. In 2023, the latter removed the upper age limit for contestants. And since Julia Morley suggests that it is personality that should be evaluated, we are sure that changes in the contest are not long to wait.
Speaking about Miss Universe. Here’s what 16 Miss Universe winners look like now.
Preview photo credit Harry Pot / Nationaal Archief / Wikimedia Commons, CC BY-SA 3.0 NL DEED, Historia de la belleza / Wikimedia Commons, EAST NEWS, Rajanish Kakade / Associated Press / East News
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