The morning after I brought home two abandoned twins I’d found in the woods, I heard strange noises coming from my daughter’s room. My heart nearly stopped when I rushed in, and what I saw almost left me in tears.
I’ve always believed in showing kindness to others, even complete strangers. But after what happened with those twins, I realized sometimes the kindest acts can bring unexpected miracles into your life.
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Let me start from the beginning.
I’m a single mom to my amazing daughter Emma. Being her mom is the greatest joy of my life, and I’ve always tried to give her everything she needs. I tried even harder after her father left us five years ago.
That’s when I discovered he’d been having an affair with a woman from his office. The divorce shattered me, but I knew I had to keep it together for Emma’s sake.
Those first few months were the hardest.
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Emma was only five, too young to understand why her world had suddenly changed. Every evening, she’d stand by our living room window and wait for her father to return.
“When’s Daddy coming home?” she’d ask, her big brown eyes full of hope.
I’d gather her in my arms, trying to find the right words. “Sweetheart, sometimes grown-ups need to live in different houses.”
“But why, Mommy? Did I do something wrong?”
A woman tying a ribbon on her daughter’s hair | Source: Pexels
“No, baby, never.” I’d hold her tighter, fighting back tears. “This has nothing to do with you. Daddy and Mommy just can’t live together anymore, but we both love you very much.”
That last part wasn’t entirely true.
Her father made it crystal clear he wanted nothing to do with us. He didn’t fight for custody or even ask for visitation rights. Sometimes I think watching him walk away from our beautiful daughter like she meant nothing was worse than the affair.
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But life has a way of forcing you to be strong. I picked up the pieces, worked extra shifts at work, and focused on giving Emma the best life I could.
We settled into a comfortable routine. Just Emma, me, and our lovable Labrador, Max.
Time flew as I watched my daughter grow from that confused five-year-old into a remarkably wise and intelligent ten-year-old. She has this way of looking at the world that sometimes takes my breath away.
A girl in her bedroom | Source: Midjourney
Everything was finally falling into place. We had learned to live without the presence of a man in our lives, and we didn’t need anyone else to make us feel happy.
Then came the diagnosis a year ago. Cancer.
That word fell like a bomb in the doctor’s office, and I felt my world crumbling all over again. My baby girl, who’d already been through so much, now had to fight the biggest battle of her life.
A close-up shot of a doctor | Source: Pexels
Each chemotherapy session chipped away at her energy, her appetite, and her beautiful spirit. But somehow, she stayed stronger than me through it all.
A few months ago, after a particularly rough day at the hospital, Emma caught me crying in the hallway.
“Mom,” she said, reaching for my hand. “Everything’s going to be okay. I promise.”
I stared at her in amazement. “How did you get so brave?”
She gave me a weak smile. “I learned from you.”
Those words nearly broke me.
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I was supposed to be the strong one here. Instead, my little girl was comforting me.
Since then, I’ve done everything I can to keep her comfortable and happy, though those moments of happiness became increasingly rare as the treatments continued.
That’s where I was in life when everything changed.
It was a freezing December evening, and I was taking Max for a walk after my shift at work. The woods near my house were silent except for the crunch of snow underfoot.
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Just as I was about to turn back, Max froze, and his ears pricked. Then, out of nowhere, he darted into the bushes.
“Max! Come back!” I shouted, chasing after him. As I pushed aside the branches, my gaze landed on something that made me freeze.
Sitting on a fallen log were two little girls, huddled together, and wearing only thin sweaters and jeans despite the bitter cold.
They looked identical with wide, frightened eyes and long dark hair dusted with snowflakes.
Twin girls | Source: Midjourney
“Hey there,” I said cautiously, keeping my voice soft. “Are you okay? Are you lost?”
One of them shook her head.
“No, we aren’t lost,” she murmured. “We live nearby… in a shed.”
I knew the shed they were talking about. It was an abandoned, crumbling structure at the edge of the woods.
“Where are your parents?” I asked, stepping closer while trying not to frighten them.
The other girl replied, “Mama left us there… a long time ago.”
I stood there as my heart pounded against my chest. I wanted to help the little girls.
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“What are your names?” I asked gently.
“I’m Willow,” said the first twin.
“And I’m Isabelle,” added her sister, gripping Willow’s hand tighter.
“How old are you both?”
“Nine,” they answered in unison.
Max whined softly, nudging one of the girls’ hands with his nose. They smiled and patted his head.
I couldn’t leave them out here. The temperature was dropping fast, and the forecast warned of an incoming storm.
Social services wouldn’t be open until morning anyway, I thought. I think I should take them home.
“Come with me,” I said gently. “I’ll get you warm, and we’ll figure this out tomorrow.”
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They exchanged a look, having one of those silent conversations I’d heard twins sometimes share. Finally, they nodded and stood up.
Back home, I heated up some chicken noodle soup and wrapped them in warm blankets. They sat at my kitchen table, spooning the soup carefully into their mouths.
I set up the guest room with fresh sheets and extra blankets as I thought about what to do in the morning. Emma was asleep, and I decided to wait until tomorrow to explain everything to her. I didn’t know how she’d react upon seeing them.
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The twins barely spoke as I showed them to their room, but I caught them whispering to each other as I was about to leave.
“Goodnight girls,” I said and closed the door behind me.
That night, I lay awake for hours, listening to the wind howl outside. I knew I should call social services first thing in the morning, but something about these girls tugged at my heart.
Little did I know, the next day would bring a surprise that would change everything.
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The next morning, I woke up to strange noises coming from Emma’s room. I listened closely and heard soft thuds and muffled giggles.
What’s going on? I wondered. Is it… is it the twins?
Panic shot through me as I thought about what Emma must have felt upon seeing them. What if they scared her? Or worse?
I bolted down the hall and flung the door open.
“What are you doing?! Don’t touch her!” I shouted.
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The twins looked at me with eyes wide open. They were standing beside Emma’s bed, draped in makeshift costumes. They had tied my silk scarves as capes around their shoulders and one of them was holding a cardboard wand covered in aluminum foil.
But what made me stop in my tracks was Emma.
My daughter, who hadn’t smiled or laughed in months, was sitting up in bed, her eyes sparkling with delight.
“Mom, look!” Emma giggled, pointing at the twins. “They’re doing a magic show for me! Willow’s the good witch, and Isabelle’s the fairy princess!”
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I wanted to cry at that point.
You see, I’d watched cancer drain the energy from my baby girl for almost a year. The treatments had taken her strength, and she barely spoke on most days. I’d started to forget what her laugh sounded like.
“Mom, they made me a crown too!” Emma held up a paper crown decorated with crayon-drawn jewels. “They say I’m the queen of the magical forest!”
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“That’s… that’s wonderful sweetheart,” I managed to say. “I—”
“We’re sorry for entering her room without your permission,” Willow said. “We heard her coughing this morning and just wanted to check if she was okay.”
“She looked so sad,” Isabelle added softly. “Everyone needs magic when they’re sick. That’s what we used to tell each other in the shed.”
Tears filled my eyes as I watched Emma clap and laugh at their silly dance moves.
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For months, I’d tried everything to lift her spirits, but nothing had worked. I was so stunned at how these two little girls, who had so little themselves, had somehow given my daughter back her joy.
“Can they stay and finish the show, Mom?” Emma asked, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Please? They promised to teach me how to make magic too!”
I wiped my eyes and nodded, my voice cracking as I said, “Of course they can, sweetheart.”
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Over the next few days, something magical happened in our home. The twins spent every moment they could with Emma, telling her stories, playing games, and planning elaborate shows.
On Christmas Eve, they performed their grandest show yet. Emma sat propped up in her special chair, wearing a blanket like a royal robe, completely enchanted by their performance.
I watched from the doorway, and my heart was about to burst with joy.
That night, after the girls were asleep, I made a decision.
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These twins had brought light back into our darkest days. They gave Emma the simple joy of being a child again, even amid her illness.
So, I decided to let them stay. I decided to adopt them.
The process wasn’t easy, but nothing worthwhile ever is.
Today, our family of two plus a dog has grown to include two more daughters. Sometimes I think about that cold December night and marvel at how close I came to walking past that fallen log.
But Max knew. Somehow, he knew those girls belonged with us.
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Rich Landlord Evicts Poor Old Lady from Rental Home, Goes to Family Dinner and Sees Her There — Story of the Day
A heartless landlord gives a woman who falls short on her rent notice. But when he goes to his sister’s house for a family dinner, he is shocked to find her there.
Life is hard, and it becomes even harder if the hearts that surround us are made of stone. Diane Salinger knew about life. At sixty-two, she’d seen a lot more dark days than sunny and cried a lot of tears.
But Diane wasn’t the kind of woman to give up. Every time life knocked her down, she bounced back up again, ready to fight again. She had lost her husband three years before, then a tornado razed her home. But she just picked up the stakes and started over again.
Even when Diane explained why she was short on the rent, Chris showed no sympathy. | Source: Shutterstock.com
She took her savings and bought herself a small grocery store in a pretty mid-sized town in Michigan. It was perfect for her. A big enough town that would appreciate a few of the exotic items she intended to carry, small enough to be cozy and warm.
Cozy and warm might describe the community in general, but not Diane’s landlord, Chris Turkle. It was from Chris that Diane rented her small apartment within walking distance of the store.
When the going gets tough it’s important to be there for each other.
As far as it went, Diane was the perfect tenant. She was quiet, didn’t damage the property, and always paid her rent on time. And then one month, she was short.
Chris fanned out the money he’d taken from the envelope in front of Diane and waved it in her face. “$120 short, Mrs.Salinger.”
Diane’s house was destroyed by a tornado. | Source: Unsplash
Diane blushed. “As I was explaining, Mr. Turkle, since so many of the small businesses have been struggling during Covid… Well, I extended credit to some needy families…And this month, I’m a little short. But you know I’m good for it! I will pay you the $120 in two weeks…”
“If you’re willing to go under playing Mother Teresa, that’s YOUR problem,” Chris snapped. “I, Mrs.Salinger, am a businessman, not a charity! I want you out by the end of the week!”
“But Mr. Turkle…” Diane protested. “It’s only for a week, and it won’t happen again!”
Diane opened a lovely little grocery store. | Source: Unsplash
“It happened once, and it’s enough for me, Mrs.Salinger. You’re OUT.” Chris said coldly, and he turned his back and walked out. He felt quite justified. He’d seen Diane’s grocery store, and it did brisk business.
There were always people trooping in and out with heavy shopping bags full of delicious-looking produce, and her deli section, he’d heard, was extremely popular. “Short on cash indeed!” he snorted to himself. “Taking advantage is what it is!”
Chris went home and got himself ready to go to dinner at his baby sister’s house. Vanessa was his favorite sister, and he often worried about her. She had married and divorced a man who seemed to be constantly unemployed, and Vanessa worked two jobs to make ends meet.
He’d offered to give her 16-year-old son a weekend job, but Vanessa always refused, blushing. “It’s okay, Chris,” she’d say. “I’ll make do!” But Chris had seen the dark shadows under her eyes and how thin her face was getting.
One month, Diane was short on her rent. | Source: Unsplash
It was his nephew’s birthday, so Chris tucked a $20 note into an envelope and put it in his jacket pocket. Then he headed for the door and walked the three blocks to Vanessa’s house.
He knocked on the door, and Vanessa welcomed him with a happy smile. She looked more relaxed and a lot happier. Whatever she was cooking for dinner smelled delicious, and his mouth watered.
“Hey there!” he said, kissing her on the cheek. “Where’s the birthday boy?”
“Playing video games with Diane!” Vanessa smiled. “Come on in!” Vanessa walked to the stairs and shouted: “Joss, Diane, come on down! It’s dinner time!”
“I want you out by the end of the week!” | Source: Unsplash
To Chris’ chagrin, in walked Mrs.Salinger, the tenant he’d just booted out of his property, and she seemed to be on great terms with his nephew and his sister! Diane was just as stunned to see Chris, but she was admirably cool.
“Hello,” she smiled. “Nice to see you. I didn’t know you were Vanessa’s brother…”
Chris blushed and cleared his throat. “Ehr…Yes, my younger sister…you know…”
“Come on, everyone,” cried Vanessa. “The roast will get cold!”
Chis was shocked to see Diana at his sister’s house. | Source: Pexels
“Roast!” cried Joss. “That’s my favorite…But mom, I know you only get paid next week! How can we afford this?”
Diane smiled at Joss and patted his hand. “Don’t you worry about that,” she said. “Your mom’s credit is good with me. That smells AMAZING, and I’m starving!”
In a low voice, Chris leaned in and asked, “Is Vanessa the person you’re helping?”
Diane smiled. “She’s one of them,” she replied. “Maybe she didn’t tell you, but one of her jobs fell through, so I’m just helping out until she’s back on her feet.”
Chris felt a wave of shame color his cheeks. “I’m so sorry about…you know… But why doesn’t Vanessa come to me?”
Dinner was a wonderful roast from Diane’s store. | Source: Unsplash
Diane said gently, “You know, we all have our pride. Vanessa wants to stand on her own two feet and raise her boy. Help from a friend is one thing — being a poor relation asking for charity is another.”
Chris whispered, “I tell you what, from now on, you have the apartment at half-price — call it an investment in the town’s well-being and my sister’s!”
By the end of the evening, Chris had discovered that Diane was a very lovely and funny woman and that he enjoyed her company immensely. That night, his perception of his community shifted. He was going to follow Diane’s example. He was going to give a helping hand.
After that dinner, Chris started helping the community. | Source: Unsplash
What can we learn from this story?
- When the going gets tough, it’s important to be there for each other. Diane was quietly helping the poorer people in town by selling them food on credit she knew they could never repay.
- Being able to admit you’re wrong and change your ways is an extraordinary thing. Chris not only realized he was wrong about Diane, but he also started to help those who were struggling.
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