What if a single snapshot from the past held the power to dismantle your present? These accounts reveal the hidden secrets and connections lurking in forgotten photographs and prove that it’s not always easy to uncover the truth.
A businessman and a teenager are confronted with an image from the past that changes the course of their lives, while a child is traumatized by the painting behind his grandparents’ old picture. Let’s discover what happened to each of them in these three shocking stories.
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Millionaire Demolishes Old Man’s House, Unexpectedly Sees His Childhood Photo among Ruins
I’m Elliot, and I used to think success was all about money. As a real estate developer, I thrived on transforming landscapes and turning empty lots into expensive buildings.
My latest project, a deluxe shopping mall, was going to be my masterpiece. But there was a problem: an old house smack in the middle of my prime location.
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The owner, Joe, was an elderly man who stubbornly refused to sell. I tried everything to reason with him. I offered him a more than generous amount for the land, and when that didn’t work, I used a bit of intimation. After all, I had connections with the major.
“Please stop,” he begged, his voice cracking, “this house is all I have left. It’s my only treasured memory. Don’t make me homeless. I have nowhere to go.”
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His words hit deep, but I had deadlines, investors breathing down my neck, and a reputation to maintain. Sentimentality couldn’t play a part here.
The major eventually approved the rezoning of the land, so Joe would have to go, regardless of whether he accepted my money or not.
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“Look here, old man. I’m bringing this thing down in two weeks. All you’ve got to do is pack your stuff,” I said when I visited again, but I left quickly, refusing to hear another word from this man.
As expected, I got what I wanted. Demolition day was a spectacle. The roar of machinery, crashing bricks, and dust clouding the air were signs of my victory.
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“Getting rid of that old thorn was so easy!” I thought as I walked through the debris. Then I saw it.
A broken picture frame with a faded photo. It was a young woman holding a baby. More specifically, it was my mother and me.
“WHAT IS IT DOING HERE?!” I gasped, grabbing it with trembling hands.
What was our old picture doing in this old man’s house? Then, a vague memory came. While raising me alone, she had sometimes spoken of a kind stranger who helped her during her darkest hours.
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She never forgot that man, even through the sickness that took her life, but apparently, I did. Could this be him? The man whose life I’d just destroyed? Why didn’t I remember him?
Guilt and fear ran through my mind. So, I called some people, pulled several strings, and discovered that Joe had relocated to a nursing home after I forced him out of his property.
“What are you doing here??” he rasped when he saw me, his eyes filled with pain. “Did you come here to gloat?”
I knelt beside him, shaking my head. “No, Joe, I found this…” I held the picture up.
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His expression softened. “Samantha,” he sighed, a wistful smile gracing his lips. “She was like a daughter to me.”
Then, he told me how he’d found my mother, abandoned and destitute in the rain, with me in her arms. He gave her shelter and helped her rebuild her life. She and I lived in the house I’d just destroyed for five years.
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This meant that Joe and his old home were the reason I was standing there, successful and wealthy.
What’s more, I’d repaid his past kindness with cruelty. Shame burned through me.
But I had a chance to make things right.
The next day, I halted the mall project. After, I reworked things with lawyers, the major, and the investors. It took a lot of convincing, but it was for the best in the end.
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Soon, I had Joe’s house rebuilt, brick by brick, more beautiful than before. Then I presented it to him while begging his forgiveness.
“I forgive you, Elliot,” he said, his eyes filled with compassion. “You saw your errors and started to make amends. Your mother would be proud.”
Afterward, I became a frequent visitor at Joe’s house, and as I learned from his wisdom, I changed my ways.
Aside from lucrative pursuits, which I made sure never displaced honest people from their homes, I also worked with non-profit organizations. Together, we rebuilt and renovated homes within the community.
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This was how I learned that success was more than just projects and numbers in my bank account. It was also about the impact you left on the world.
Girl’s Entire Life Turns Upside Down When She Discovers Who Her Real Mother Is
My mom was always seriously strict. So, when my BFF Stacy invited me to her party, I knew I had to devise a plan. I mean, I was almost 16! All my friends went to parties.
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So, I tried reasoning with her. I reminded her about my awesome grades, how I helped around the house, and how I was basically the perfect daughter. But she wasn’t buying it.
“No,” she said before I even finished asking.
My dad, as usual, was no help. He always sided with her. Frustrated, I blurted out, “If Meredith were here, she would support me!” Meredith was my older sister, and my rock.
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But Mom simply told me to go to my room and have my tantrum there.
I was so mad I slammed the door. But once inside, I knew one thing: I wasn’t giving up. I was going to that party!
Later that night, after my parents went to bed, I snuck out through the garage. I’d done it a million times before. But this time, I bumped into a shelf and knocked some stuff over.
As I was picking things up, panicking, an unfamiliar photo caught my eye. It was Meredith, but she looked about my age…and she was pregnant!
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My mind raced. Where was this child? My niece or nephew? Then it hit me. Could she be my…? No, that wasn’t possible.
Shaking my head, I shoved the photo in my pocket. I had to get to Stacy’s! This could wait.
The party was awesome! Everyone was dancing and having fun. But then, someone yelled, “COPS!”
It was total chaos. In the confusion, I ran straight into a police officer on my way out. To make matters worse, he took a whiff of my breath and put me in the back of a squad car.
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At the police station, I called Meredith. I couldn’t call my parents; they’d kill me! Meredith was super annoyed about having to drive to the station and pick me up, but she still came.
Once I saw her, I was reminded of the photo in my pocket. So, in the car, I showed it to her.
“Oh boy,” she said, her eyes wide.
“Why are you pregnant in this photo? And where is the baby?” I asked, tilting my head.
Meredith sighed. “We need to talk, but Mom and Dad should be there for this.”
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“Just tell me!” I begged, but she shook her head and kept driving.
We pulled into Mom and Dad’s driveway, and I saw they were already awake. They must have noticed I wasn’t in my room, or perhaps Meredith had called them before picking me up.
Anyway, she rushed out and said, “It’s time for her to know.”
“Know what?” Dad asked.
“That I’m her mother,” Meredith responded.
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“What do you mean you’re my mother?!” I screamed, even though I’d suspected it earlier.
No one even looked at me. Instead, everyone started yelling. My mom was furious at Meredith for telling me.
Meanwhile, I was furious at all of them for lying to me my whole life, so I started yelling too. At one point, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I ran.
I ended up at the river near my house. It was my childhood escape. That day, I cried and cried until Meredith found me.
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“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” I asked, between sobs.
She explained that she was only 15 when she had me, and my mom wanted to keep it a secret, so she could have a good future.
Meredith had always wanted to tell me but was afraid that Mom and Dad wouldn’t support her.
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After hearing her story and her pain, I realized that was still angry, but I understood her side. I even understood then why Mom – well my grandmother – had always been so strict.
“Can you forgive me?” she asked. “I’ll try to stop being your sister and start being your mom.”
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I nodded. “So, should I start calling you Mom?” I asked, managing a small smile to lighten the mood.
“Only if you call Mom Grandma. She’ll be furious,” Meredith joked.
We laughed, and some of the tension finally eased. We had a long road ahead of us, but at least we had each other.
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A Boy Screams Every Time He Sees Old Family Photo until Mom Looks at It Closer
It’s been a year since my son Adam’s kidnapping, and while we got him back, it feels like a part of him is still missing. He barely speaks, his smiles are fleeting, and those big, expressive eyes are often filled with a terror I can’t understand.
One dinner with my husband, Jake, his big brother, Steve, and his wife, Gina, became another painful reminder of how different things were.
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We were looking at old photos when I called out to Adam, “Look, these are your grandparents!” I lifted the photo, so he could see it better.
But his reaction was completely unexpected. He burst into tears and covered his eyes. It was a simple picture of his young grandparents enjoying dinner, but it triggered him to a point I couldn’t understand.
Still, I comforted him and sent him to his room. Later, Gina found me in the kitchen with tears still slipping down my cheeks as I scrubbed dishes.
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“No progress?” she asked gently.
I shook my head. “The doctor says the trauma was severe. We’ve tried therapists, but he just shuts down.”
I remembered the awful day he was taken: the ransom call and our race to get the money. Sometime after we’d delivered the money, the police found Adam abandoned by the side of the road.
Yet, the kidnappers were never caught.
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“I can understand the trauma, but it’s always that photo,” I confessed to Gina. “I’ve been trying to show it to him sporadically to see if he’s getting better or if he tells us the issue. Like exposure therapy. But every time he sees it, he freaks out.”
Gina didn’t have to say, but she could sympathize.
When she and Steve left, Jake and I went to Adam’s room. He still refused to speak, and just as I was losing hope, my husband had an idea.
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He sat down next to our son and told him that all parents are superheroes. We would never let anything or anyone hurt him again. After all, we saved him before.
Adam nodded, and Jake told me to get the photo. Our son started crying, but with gentle coaxing and assurances, we finally got him to look at the image.
We begged him to tell us what was wrong. To our surprise, his trembling finger lifted, and he pointed to the painting hanging on the wall behind his grandparents in that old photograph.
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It depicted a farm.
His face twisted again, but we told him he had done a fantastic job. Then, I had an idea. I grabbed one of his storybooks and said, “How about you use the words and letters in here to tell Daddy and Mommy what you’re scared of?”
Surprisingly, it worked. Adam began picking out letters with interest. First, he stopped on a page and pointed to the letter “I.”
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“Good job, champ! Keep going!” Jake encouraged, and Adam pointed to the word “here.”
Then, his finger went back to the painting hanging behind his grandparents in the photo. He looked up at both of us, terrified again.
I realized with horror what he was trying to say. It was probably my maternal intuition. What if he’d been held captive in the place depicted in that painting?
Just in case, I asked, and he nodded, before bursting into tears.
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Jake and I stared at each other and knew what we had to do immediately. But the next day, when the police proved completely inept, we took matters into our own hands.
Based on the painting, which featured a lake, we had a fairly good idea of where it might be, so we drove there. It took us a while to find the right property, as other farms had been built, but we finally did.
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Except, this place was now abandoned. There was a dilapidated barn behind the main house, and something in my gut told me to go inside. Dust and the smell of decay hit my nose as we walked in, but I kept going.
Finally, I saw a cap on the floor. It was Adam’s cap, the one he was wearing the day of his kidnapping. So, Jake called the police. They had to listen now. While we waited, he started searching the barn for any other clues.
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Unexpectedly, he found another painting hidden behind some hay bales. It was the same scene depicted in the old photo, but it featured a woman and a young girl near the lake.
Jake flipped the painting over. There was an inscription on the back: “Dorothy & Lesley Marie.”
“Oh no,” he whispered, his shoulders sagging. “I just realized… I know this place. It belonged to my great-grandmother.”
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Then, Jake explained that he vaguely remembered coming here as a child. He’d forgotten all about it until this moment.
The woman in the painting was his great-grandmother, and the girl was his grandmother, who had inherited the farm and later sold it after her husband died, back when Jake and Steve were young.
Something began nagging in my gut at his words, but soon, the police arrived and searched the farm. Unfortunately, aside from Adam’s cap and the painting, there was nothing else.
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Jake told the police what he just remembered and added, ‘My brother, Steve, used to come here with my grandmother too.”
It clicked then for me, and the officer must have gotten his implication. “Are you suggesting your brother was involved in this?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
Was that possible? Steve might have known about the farm, though he’d never mentioned it, not even when we were desperately searching for clues during Adam’s kidnapping. We had no way to truly know unless we tested our theory.
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So, the police suggested a plan. We would call Steve and tell him the police had found a lead in Adam’s case thanks to the old portrait of their parents with the painting of the farm, which they were going to search through.
If he was involved, he might panic and try to cover his tracks.
Of course, we also explored the idea that the current owner of the farm was involved, but police discovered that the bank owned this place. They hadn’t been able to sell it in so many years.
Therefore, we made the call, and Steve fell for it.
The next day, we watched from a distance as he drove up to the abandoned property with a can of gasoline, clearly intending to burn the place down. The police swarmed and arrested him on the spot.
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Eventually, we learned that Steve was resentful because Jake had inherited a larger share of their parents’ company. This happened because Jake had worked in the business since he was a teenager, while Steve partied during high school and college.
Believing this to be unfair, my husband’s brother had kidnapped Adam to extort money from us. He chose the farm as his hideout, knowing that Jake had probably forgotten it.
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Throughout all of this, Gina had no idea. and left our town as soon as Steve was sentenced.
The betrayal was devastating, but in the end, justice prevailed. We had answers, we had closure, and most importantly, we knew now why Adam cried about the photo. His therapy was adjusted to work on it specifically.
If you liked these stories, check out this other set about selfless acts. Kindness can ripple through the world in unimaginable ways. In these three heartwarming stories, ordinary people performed extraordinary acts of generosity, only to find their lives profoundly changed in return.
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My Dad Replaced My Mom with My Best Friend – I Made Him Taste His Own Medicine
My Dad Replaced My Mom with My Best Friend – I Made Him Taste His Own Medicine
When Hannah’s Dad waltzed into her birthday party with her best friend on his arm, she was determined to make him pay. Little did he know Hannah’s plan would unexpectedly turn the tables at her graduation party.
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“Happy birthday, kiddo,” Dad said, but his words barely registered.
The room was full of balloons and banners, but everything started feeling suddenly wrong.
“What’s the fuss?” he asked, noticing people staring.
I couldn’t believe it was happening. Dad had walked into my 25th birthday party with my best friend, Jessica, as his plus one.
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“What is Jess doing with you?” I asked as soon as I recovered from the shock.
“What do you mean?” he chuckled. “We’re together, in love!”
“Are you serious? Mom is here, and everyone is watching us!”
He shrugged. “So what? I don’t care what she or anyone else feels; it’s her problem. This is MY LIFE. I want to have fun.”
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I glanced at Mom, standing alone with tears streaming down her face. She just turned and went inside, and I couldn’t stand that.
“If I knew you would do something like this, I would’ve never invited you!” I snapped, turning to Dad. “And you, Jess, how could you do this? You were my best friend!”
“I’m sorry, Hannah. But it sounds like a YOU problem if you can’t accept this.”
I was shocked.
“Leave!” I said. “Just get out! Both of you!”
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“Hey, Hannah, you’re overreacting,” Dad scoffed. “It’s not like your Mom and I are together, and I brought someone new into our lives.”
“No, I’m not overreacting, Dad, and I don’t want to talk about this. You need to leave. This party is for me and Mom. And this is Mom’s house.”
“Fine, we’ll go.”
I watched as Dad walked out, and then I returned to Mom and hugged her tightly. “Mom, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know they’d—”
“It’s okay, sweetie. Thank you,” was all she said.
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It was hard for me to believe what had happened, but all I cared about was the faces of the other guests staring at my mom in pity and disbelief. I hated the way they were looking at Mom as if she were some helpless woman.
A week passed.
One Sunday morning, Mom and I sat on the couch in her cozy living room, sipping tea.
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I loved our little sessions where it was just the two of us. Usually, we’d bake one of Grandma’s recipes, but looking at Mom’s face, I knew she was still not over what had happened.
Dad and Mom had divorced only recently, and I know Mom still missed him. So, what happened on my birthday still bothered her.
“I’m really looking forward to graduation next month, Mom,” I said, trying to lift the mood. “It’s a big milestone for me.”
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“Oh, I’m so proud of you, Hannah,” Mom smiled, her eyes shining with pride. “You’ve worked so hard for this day.
“It’s just that… seeing Jessica with your father was hard,” she suddenly said, sighing sadly. “She’ll be graduating too, right?”
I reached over and took her hand, squeezing it gently.
“Yes, Mom. It was terrible. But you’re stronger than this. You deserve better.”
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Mom looked at me, tears welling up in her eyes. “It’s just so hard, Hannah. I never expected this from Jessica. She-she was like a daughter, and now this…imagining them in bed…”
Mom broke down into tears, and I raced to her side to hug her.
“Your dad…” she sniffled. “What did he tell me when he was leaving? You’re too old, Caroline. You don’t excite me anymore. Oh, Hannah, how could he do this?”
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Mom wept into my shoulders, and I can’t tell you how it broke my heart.
“I didn’t either, Mom,” I said, trying my best to console her. “But we won’t let them hurt us anymore. You’re not alone in this. We’ll get through it together, okay?”
Mom was very disturbed after what happened at my birthday party, and I had a plan to set things right. It’s just that I couldn’t tell Mom about it right then.
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The following Thursday morning, I walked into the cozy café near the university, bustling with students and professionals.
The smell of coffee and chatter filled the air.
I spotted Tom at a corner table and waved.
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I remembered Tom from when I was young. He was one of Dad’s colleagues, always nice and kind. He used to visit us often, but then we moved across town, and those visits stopped. Seeing his familiar face brought back memories.
“Hi, Tom,” I said as I sat down. “It’s good to see you.”
“Wow, Hannah! You’ve grown up!” he chuckled. “It’s good to see you too. How are things?” he asked.
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“Busy, but exciting. Graduation is just around the corner,” I replied.
A week ago, when I contacted Tom on Facebook, I wasn’t very hopeful he would reply. But somehow, his name was the first to pop into my head, and I just gave it a try.
Luckily, he replied.
“By the way, I thought about your idea,” he said as I sipped my coffee. “I’m okay with that. Will your Mom agree?”
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“She will. Thanks. I appreciate all your help,” I said sincerely.
“You’re welcome, Hannah. Your mom deserves better, and so do you,” he replied.
We chatted about various things, recalling some sweet memories of when I was a little girl and Tom used to get me princess dolls. He was just the sweetest man from my childhood, and I had a brilliant plan brewing at the back of my mind.
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I didn’t realize how time flew by and the graduation day arrived.
I stood in Mom’s bedroom, surrounded by elegant dresses and makeup.
Mom held up a beautiful dress, and I nodded approvingly.
“I can’t believe my baby is graduating,” she said, zipping up my dress. “You look stunning, Hannah.”
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“Thanks, Mom. You look amazing, too. Tonight’s going to be special,” I replied, smiling.
Mom had put on a shimmering navy blue dress that hugged her figure gracefully. Her hair was styled in soft waves, and she wore delicate silver jewelry that complemented her look perfectly.
“I hope your dad behaves himself tonight,” she said, wearing her earrings.
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“Don’t worry about him, Mom. Just focus on having a good time. Everything will be fine,” I assured her.
Mom smiled, but I could see the worry in her eyes.
I squeezed her hand. “Really, Mom. Enjoy tonight. You deserve it. I’m so happy for you.”
“I will, sweetie. Thank you,” she said, giving me a warm hug.
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I looked in the mirror, adjusting my dress and makeup. “Now, I gotta leave. See you soon,” I said, grabbing my bag.
“Alright, Hannah. See you there,” Mom replied, giving me a quick kiss.
As I left the house, I took a deep breath. The plan was set, and I felt ready. I knew tonight had to be perfect, not just for me but for Mom, too. This was our night, and I wouldn’t let anything ruin it.
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When I arrived at the graduation hall, I took one last look in the mirror and straightened my cap and gown.
The room buzzed with excitement as graduates and their families filled the seats.
I scanned the crowd and spotted Dad arriving with Jessica. They looked confident, but I knew that would change soon.
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About 15 minutes later, Mom entered the auditorium with Tom. She looked stunning, and Tom looked dapper in a suit.
Seeing them together made me smile. They waved at me, and I waved back.
I could see shock clouding Dad and Jessica’s faces when they saw Mom happy with a guy about five years younger than her!
“Thanks for making it, Tom. Mom, you look gorgeous!” I said, hugging her.
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It was then Dad’s voice cut through.
“Tom? What are you doing here?”
We turned to see him with Jessica behind him.
Tom put an arm around Mom. “Supporting a dear friend and her daughter,” he said.
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“Didn’t you mention he was your colleague? How did this happen?” I heard Jessica whispering to Dad, and I couldn’t help but smile because my plan was successful.
“Well, Mom and Tom have been catching up lately. They realized they have a lot in common,” I said, grinning.
Dad looked flustered. “I see,” he said. “Well, it’s… nice to see you, Tom.”
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Tom smirked slightly. “Nice to see you too, Robert. Life takes interesting turns, doesn’t it?”
As the evening went on, Mom and Tom looked genuinely happy together. They laughed and danced, looking like a perfect couple. Jessica tried to keep up appearances, but her discomfort was evident.
Dad couldn’t hide his frustration either. His eyes kept darting towards Mom and Tom, and I could see the wheels turning in his head.
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Before leaving, Mom hugged me tightly. “Thank you for everything, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”
“I’m proud of you too, Mom,” I said, smiling. “You deserve all the happiness in the world.”
As I watched Mom walk away with Tom, I knew Dad regretted his choices. He realized too late that he had lost the best thing in his life. I also saw he pushed Jess away when she asked him for a dance, and I laughed.
My plan to show Dad that Mom could be happy without him worked perfectly. Mom and Tom fell in love and are now together. I couldn’t be happier for her.
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