Melanie agrees to watch her best friend’s kids for an hour, but she doesn’t return. Melanie files a missing person report and takes on the role of mother. Seven years later, a seaside encounter with a familiar face shatters the family’s newfound peace, reigniting old wounds and unresolved emotions.
I’m Melanie, and I want to tell you about the most significant day in my life. I had just gotten home from a grueling day at the office.
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All I wanted was to kick back with a glass of wine and lose myself in some cheesy rom-com. You know, the kind where you don’t have to think too hard, just laugh at the predictable plot and cry a little at the happy ending.
But life, as it often does, had other plans.
I was just about to hit play when there was a knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I hesitated, peeking through the peephole.
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To my surprise, it was Christina, my best friend. And she wasn’t alone. She had her two kids, Dylan, who was five, and baby Mike, barely two months old, bundled up in her arms.
“Melanie, I need your help,” she said, her voice trembling. “I have to see a doctor urgently. Can you watch the boys for an hour? Just an hour, I promise.”
Chris looked desperate, and honestly, it scared me. She was always the strong one, the one who had it all together. Seeing her like that, so vulnerable, was jarring.
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I felt a knot form in my stomach, but I couldn’t say no to her. How could I?
“Of course, Chris,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “Come in, let’s get you sorted.”
She handed me baby Mike and kissed Dylan on the forehead.
“I’ll be back soon,” she said, her eyes wide with an urgency I’d never seen before. And then she was gone, leaving me with two kids and a head full of questions.
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That hour turned into two. Then three. Night fell, and Chris still hadn’t returned.
I called her phone repeatedly, but it went straight to voicemail. The unease grew into full-blown panic. I put the boys to bed, trying to keep my worry from spilling over onto them.
Days passed with no word from Chris. I filed a missing person report, hoping the police could find her quickly. In the meantime, I was left to care for Dylan and Mike. Temporarily, I told myself. Just until Chris comes back.
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But she didn’t come back. Weeks turned into months, and the boys started to feel more like my own kids than Chris’s. They began calling me “Mom,” a habit that started naturally and felt strangely right.
The first time Dylan called me Mom was at his school’s parent-teacher meeting. He ran up to his friends and proudly introduced me, “This is my mom!”
My heart nearly burst. I knew then that I couldn’t just be their temporary guardian anymore.
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They needed stability, a real home, and someone who would be there for them always. So, I started the legal process to adopt them. It wasn’t easy, but it was worth it.
Mike’s first steps were a cause for celebration, a moment of pure joy that we shared together. Dylan’s first soccer game, where he scored a goal and ran to me shouting, “Did you see that, Mom? Did you see?”
Those moments stitched us together as a family.
Fast forward seven years, and we went to a seaside town for vacation.
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The ocean breeze was refreshing, and the boys were laughing, carefree and happy. We walked along the shore, collecting shells and splashing in the waves. It was perfect.
Then, out of nowhere, Dylan froze. He pointed to a woman in the crowd.
“Is that her?” he asked, his voice shaking. I followed his gaze and felt my heart stop. It was Chris. Older, worn, but unmistakably Chris.
“Yes, it is,” I whispered, unable to believe my eyes.
Dylan didn’t wait.
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He took off running toward her, leaving Mike and me standing in the sand, our breaths caught in our throats. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched my son sprint towards the woman who had left him so long ago.
“Why did you leave us?” Dylan shouted, his voice carrying over the sound of the waves. “Do you know what you did? We waited for you! Mom waited for you!”
The woman turned, eyes wide with shock, but then her expression hardened.
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“You must have me confused with someone else,” she said, her voice flat and devoid of emotion. “I’m not who you think I am.”
Dylan stood his ground, tears streaming down his face. “LIAR! I DON’T CARE IF YOU PRETEND THAT YOU DON’T KNOW ME, OR SAY I’M CONFUSED! I KNOW THE TRUTH. YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER, SHE IS!”
He turned then and pointed at me, his eyes burning with a fierce protectiveness that made my heart ache.
I walked over, holding Mike close.
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“Chris, would you say something, please? We deserve to know what happened,” I said.
But she turned away, staring out at the ocean with a face like stone.
I placed my hand on Dylan’s shoulder.
“Dylan, let’s go,” I said softly, but he shook his head, not done yet.
“When I grow up,” Dylan continued, his voice breaking but strong, “I’ll make a lot of money and buy my true mom a house and a car and do anything to make her smile! Because she deserves it! And you deserve to spend your whole life alone!”
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With that, he turned on his heel, leaving Chris—or whoever she claimed to be—standing there, stunned and silent.
We left the beach in silence, the weight of the encounter pressing down on us. The boys were quiet, their usual chatter replaced by the heavy silence of unresolved emotions.
There was no cheering the boys up as we headed to the hotel to check-in. It took a while, but eventually, we headed to our room.
I was relieved to get away from the beach, but the sight that greeted us wasn’t comforting.
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The bathroom was a mess, clearly untouched by housekeeping.
“Just what we need,” I muttered under my breath. I picked up the phone and called the front desk. “Hi, we just checked into room 212, and the bathroom hasn’t been cleaned. Can you send someone up, please?”
A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find a cleaning lady standing there, her head down, face hidden by a worn-out cap.
“Come in,” I said, stepping aside.
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She moved slowly, deliberately, and something about her seemed familiar.
When she finally looked up, I gasped. It was Chris again!
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I yelped.
“What are you doing here?” Dylan said, his voice a mix of disbelief and anger. “Are you following us?”
Chris—or Alice, as her name tag read—looked like she was about to collapse.
“I… I work here. I came to clean the bathroom,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But now… I’m sorry, Melanie. I never meant for any of this to happen.”
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“I was desperate when I came to you that day,” she continued as tears ran down her face. “I’d sunk into a real dark place and I just… I couldn’t hold myself together anymore, let alone take care of two kids.”
“Then you should’ve asked for help,” I snapped. “I would’ve done anything I could…”
My voice trailed off as I stared into Chris’s eyes. The truth hit me like a truck: The woman I’d always thought was so strong had been struggling in secret, unwilling or unable to reach out for help.
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Her leaving the boys with me was the most she could do. It was her last, desperate attempt to save her children and herself. And it broke my heart.
“It never had to be this way, Chris.”
“There was no other option,” she replied, her voice heavy with regret.
Dylan’s face hardened, and he stepped in between Chris and me. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a dollar, pressing it into Chris’s hand.
“Don’t worry about the bathroom,” he said coldly. “We will clean it ourselves.”
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Chris stood there, tears welling up in her eyes, as Dylan shut the door in her face. He then turned to me, and I pulled him into a tight hug.
I held my boys close, comforting them as best I could. A part of me was grateful we’d run into Chris. We finally had some closure on why she did what she did, even if Dylan and Mike were too young to understand.
“Can we go home, Mom?” Dylan asked. “I don’t want to see her again.”
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We left within the hour.
Back home, life slowly returned to normal. The encounter with Chris became a past chapter, something we had faced and left behind.
We had survived abandonment, heartache, and uncertainty, but we had come out the other side stronger and more united than ever. Our family was a testament to the power of love and resilience, and as I watched my boys play, I knew we could face anything together.
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I Created a Tinder Profile for My Lonely Mother, but Regretted It When I Saw Who Was Messaging Her — Story of the Day
My mom gave up everything to raise me. After my dad bailed, she was always there for me, the only one. All I wanted was to do something nice for her. So, I figured it wasn’t too late for her to find love on a dating app. But Lord, what I definitely DIDN’T EXPECT was finding out who she was going on a date with!
My name is Lucy, and I’m 23 years old. Like I usually do on weekends, I went to visit my mother, Phoebe, one weekend.
I am her only daughter, and she has no one else. My father left the family when I was very young, and since then, my mother has always been alone.
I was her main priority, and with all the care she gave me, she never had time for her personal life. My mother is 56, and finding a partner at her age is not easy, but I stayed optimistic about helping her.
We were at her house, and I was standing there with my phone, taking pictures of her and showing her how to pose.
The afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow in the living room. The room was cozy, filled with family photos and mementos of my childhood.
“Mom, stand by the window,” I instructed, trying to capture the best light. “No, not like that, more gracefully, like a cat.”
“A cat? Lucy, at my age?” Mom replied shyly, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
“It’s never too late to feel like a woman. Listen to what I say. And don’t look at the camera. Pretend you’re gazing mysteriously out the window…”
Phoebe hesitated but complied, standing by the window with a slight tilt to her head, looking out with a soft, pensive expression.
“Oh… Hold still… Got it!” I exclaimed, snapping the picture. I showed it to her with a big smile. “See? You look amazing, Mom!”
She looked at the photo, and a small smile crept onto her face. “You think so?”
“Absolutely! This is perfect for your Tinder profile,” I said, editing the photo a bit before uploading it.
“Sweetheart, are you sure this is a good idea? I’m not young anymore; who would want me there…” she trailed off, doubt evident in her voice.
“Mom! Don’t say that about yourself. Life doesn’t end at fifty! Love knows no age!” I said firmly, looking into her eyes to emphasize my words. “You deserve to find happiness too.”
Together, we worked on adding a description for her profile. We laughed as we brainstormed the right words to describe her warm heart, love for gardening, and passion for cooking.
“How about this: ‘Loving mother and avid gardener looking for someone to share laughs and good meals with. Believes love is timeless and life is full of surprises.’ What do you think?” I asked.
Phoebe chuckled softly. “It sounds lovely, Lucy. Thank you for doing this for me.”
“Of course, Mom. You deserve to find someone special,” I said, giving her a hug. “Now, let me show you how to use the app.”
After a quick tutorial on swiping left and right, I felt confident that she was ready to dive into the world of online dating.
We shared one last laugh over the absurdity of it all before I said goodbye and headed back home, feeling hopeful about what the future might hold for her.
The next day, I arrived at the office, and as usual, my workday began with coffee and gossip with my office friend, Natalie.
The office kitchen buzzed with early morning chatter as we grabbed our coffees and settled at a table in the corner. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, creating a comforting start to the day.
Natalie immediately leaned in, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “You won’t believe this, Lucy. Michael, our boss, has been looking at his phone all day and smiling like a kid.”
I raised an eyebrow in surprise.
“Michael? Smiling? What’s going on with him?”
Natalie grinned, her excitement palpable. “A woman. I’m sure he has someone. I mean, it’s the only explanation. Michael is always so focused on work and never distracted. But today, he’s been glued to his phone, smiling like a teenager in love.”
The thought of Michael, our workaholic boss, being smitten was amusing. We had never seen him with a woman, let alone acting like this.
“We have to find out who it is!” I declared, my curiosity piqued.
At that moment, we devised a plan. Natalie approached Michael, carrying a stack of documents. “Michael, could you take a look? I can’t seem to find last week’s report,” she said, feigning confusion.
Michael sighed, setting his phone aside reluctantly. “Natalie, you’ve worked here for years. Let me see,” he replied, taking the documents from her.
While Michael was distracted by Natalie, I quietly took his phone from the desk. My heart raced as I opened it, not knowing what to expect. But I wasn’t prepared for what I saw.
It was my mother! He was messaging my mom! Their conversation had been going on since last night. My mind raced as I scrolled through the messages.
They had already arranged a date for that evening; Mom had invited him to dinner at her place. Panic set in. “No, no, this can’t be! Not this,” I thought frantically. How could this be real?
Why him, Mom? I couldn’t imagine how awkward it would be to work with my boss as my future stepfather. No! I couldn’t let it happen. I had to stop it.
When Natalie and I reconvened, she immediately began asking, “So, who is it? Do you know her?”
I forced a smile and lied, “Oh, just some girl. Nothing special.” Inside, I was panicking. I needed to come up with a plan to prevent Michael from going on that date. If he went, it would ruin everything. My mind raced with possible solutions.
The workday was coming to an end, and I saw Michael hurrying to finish his work. It was so unusual because Michael was always the last to leave.
But I knew where he was rushing to, and it was crucial to ensure he didn’t make it. Seeing Michael packing up, I approached him with my laptop.
“Michael, do you have a minute?” I asked, trying to sound casual despite my racing heart.
“I’m in a bit of a hurry… But sure, what do you need?” he replied, glancing at the clock.
“I can’t get this report right. Could you please check if everything is correct?” I handed him my laptop, hoping he wouldn’t notice the deliberate errors I had planted.
Michael sighed and took the laptop from me. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got,” he said, opening the file and starting to review the report.
As he went through the report, pointing out mistakes and explaining corrections, I couldn’t help but notice his project on his computer screen.
It was a project he had been diligently working on all day to complete before his date. My heart pounded as I realized he would finish in no time.
“Lucy, I didn’t expect these kinds of mistakes from you; you usually do great work. What’s going on?” he asked, looking up at me with concern.
“Sorry, I’m not feeling well,” I mumbled, trying to hide my anxiety.
Michael finished reviewing the report much faster than I had anticipated. “It’s done. Now, please don’t distract me; I need to finish a few things,” he said, quickly pushing my laptop aside and reopening his project file.
Panic surged through me. Fearful he would finish in time, I did something horrible. Next to Michael’s laptop was a cup of coffee. I knocked it over, pretending it was an accident, and it spilled all over his laptop.
“No! Lucy, what have you done!?” Michael shouted, grabbing the laptop and trying to save it. But it was too late. The laptop wouldn’t start.
“Oh, I’m so sorry…” I stammered, guilt washing over me.
Michael looked at the laptop in disappointment, then checked the time on his phone and sighed sadly. He typed something on his phone and slowly took off his coat, sitting back at his desk. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s okay… I’ll have to redo the project on another computer. Don’t worry about it,” he said, clearly frustrated.
I felt terrible. Until I saw the result of my actions, I hadn’t realized what I had done. But it was done, and nothing could change it. Mom probably wouldn’t be too upset; she would find a better match. That’s what I told myself to feel better.
Returning to my desk, I felt even worse. I was a terrible daughter, colleague, and person. I called my mom and heard her quiet, sad voice.
“Maybe this isn’t for me, sweetheart. I think I’ll stop using the app; it’s too hard for me,” she said softly.
“Mom, don’t worry, I’ll come over tonight,” I replied, my heart breaking.
I knew I had to fix things. So I went to Michael’s office once more. “Michael, do you have a minute?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
“There is one more thing I want to ask you…” I needed to make things right.
That evening, I knocked on my mom’s door. My heart raced as I waited, knowing I had to come clean. The door opened, and there stood my mother, looking shocked as she saw me standing with Michael.
“Lucy? What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice filled with surprise.
Michael looked equally bewildered. “Why did you bring me here, Lucy?” he asked. He had been kind enough to give me a ride after work, not knowing I had a bigger plan in mind.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. “Mom, Michael, I need to confess something. I tried to sabotage your date,” I blurted out, feeling a mix of guilt and relief.
Phoebe’s eyes widened in confusion. “What are you talking about, sweetheart?”
Michael frowned, looking between me and my mom. “Lucy, what do you mean?”
I felt the weight of my actions pressing down on me. “Phoebe is my mom. When I found out you were going on a date, I panicked and only thought about myself. I worried about how it would affect me and focused only on my feelings. In my selfishness, I forgot how this would impact you,” I admitted, my voice trembling.
Phoebe’s expression softened as she stepped closer. “Lucy, why would you do that? You know I haven’t dated in so long.”
“I know, Mom. And that’s why I feel so terrible,” I said, my eyes filling with tears. “I was scared and selfish. I didn’t think about how happy this could make you. I was only thinking about myself and how awkward it would be to have my boss as my stepfather.”
Michael looked thoughtful, his initial shock giving way to understanding. “Lucy, I had no idea Phoebe was your mother. But I appreciate your honesty. It takes courage to admit you were wrong.”
I nodded, wiping away a tear. “I’m really sorry. Now, I realize that you two might be perfect for each other. Maybe fate brought you together because you’ve both had such a hard time finding someone.”
Phoebe smiled gently. “Sweetheart, I understand why you felt that way. But you need to know that my happiness means the world to me, and if Michael can bring that happiness, then we should give it a chance.”
Michael nodded in agreement. “Lucy, your mom is a wonderful woman. I would be honored to get to know her better.”
I felt a sense of relief wash over me. “Now that you know the truth, I just want to say one thing. No matter what happens, if you’re happy, then I’m happier. I hope I can fix my mistake.”
Phoebe gave me a warm hug. “You already have, sweetheart. Thank you for being honest.”
She then turned to Michael and invited him inside. “Come on in, Michael. Let’s have that dinner.”
Michael smiled and stepped inside. “Thank you, Phoebe.”
My mom looked at me and extended the invitation. “Would you like to join us, Lucy?”
I shook my head with a smile. “No, Mom. This evening should be yours. Enjoy it.”
As the door closed behind them, I felt a surge of joy. I got into my car and drove home, feeling lighter and happier. After all, I was right—love knows no age.
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