50-Year-Old’s Epic Comeback to Workplace Mockery Will Inspire You!

At 50, I believed my career was over. But when I started working at a fast-paced startup, I soon became the target of a jealous young colleague. What happened next was more than just a struggle for respect; it led to a surprising twist that changed everything.

After losing my husband, I felt lost, like a ship without a direction. Days blended together, and finding a new purpose seemed impossible.

The psychology degree I had put aside years ago suddenly felt like my last hope. So, I decided to pull it out and use it in my 50s.

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When I got an internship at an IT startup, I couldn’t believe it. Technology wasn’t really my thing

But I thought, “Why not? This might be the fresh start I need.”

My new boss, Liam, was 28 years old. He was smart, driven, and focused only on one thing: success. Profits, growth, numbers.

People? Not so much.

In our first meeting, Liam hardly looked at me. I could feel his doubt.

“So, I was thinking,” I started carefully. “It might be good to focus on building stronger connections within the team…”

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Liam cut me off. “We’re growing fast. I need results. What do you suggest?”

“Well, it’s about finding balance.”

“You’re just an intern, right? Just listen and repeat,” he said, turning back to his laptop.

That was it. The conversation ended. I left the office feeling defeated.

Maybe I am too old for this.

I needed a fresh viewpoint, so I called my best friend Jake.

Jake had always been my rock, especially after my husband died. There were days I couldn’t even get out of bed, but Jake was always there, helping me through the grief.

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We decided to meet at our usual café, a cozy place where time seemed to slow down.

Jake was there when I arrived.

“Hey, Mary. You look like you’ve got a lot on your mind,” he said, waving me over.

I sat down. “I don’t know, Jake. This new job is tougher than I thought. Liam’s young, and he only cares about numbers and profits.”

“Liam, huh? The young boss you mentioned?”

I sighed. “Yes. He doesn’t care about people. I shared some ideas, but he dismissed them.”

“Sounds like he’s missing the bigger picture,” Jake said. “You’ve been through a lot. You know how to help people connect. Why not use that?”

I looked at him, puzzled.

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“What do you mean?”

“Remember that emotional support program you wrote as your thesis? Why not offer it as the team-building event? It’s what you know best, and it works.”

I thought for a moment. He was right. The program had helped me regain my strength after my husband passed.

“Maybe you’re onto something,” I said, feeling a bit hopeful. “I’ll pitch the idea to Liam.”

Jake smiled. “That’s the spirit! And remember, if anyone can reach a guy like him, it’s you.”

With renewed confidence, I approached Liam the next day. After explaining the team-building event, I watched his face, hoping for interest.

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“Okay, Mary. Let’s give it a try,” Liam said, though his tone was flat.

“Thanks, Liam. I’ll make sure the team benefits.”

Suddenly, I saw Lora standing outside the office, clearly listening to us. She stepped into my way as I tried to leave.

“Team-building, huh? Sounds like a big project,” she said, her eyes sparkling with something I couldn’t quite place.

“It should help everyone connect better,” I said, trying to stay positive despite feeling uneasy around her.

“Liam agreed to this? Surprising, since he’s not really into this soft stuff.”

I shrugged. “He’s willing to try, so that’s something.”

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She paused and smiled too brightly.

“Hey, since you’ll be busy organizing the activities, why don’t I handle the logistics? I’m good at that kind of thing.”

I hesitated; something felt off. Still, I didn’t want to seem untrusting, especially since I was new.

“That will be helpful,” I said. “Thanks, Lora.”

“No problem! I’ll take care of everything.”

At the time, I had no idea she had her own plans. I was just grateful for the assistance.

The day of the team-building event was supposed to be my chance to shine. But when I got to the venue, there was nothing. No decorations, no people, and no sign of an event.

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Something was wrong. As I stood there, staring at the empty room, my phone rang. It was Liam.

“Mary, where are you? Everyone’s here waiting. You said you’d run this thing, and now you’re not even here!”

Panic hit me. “What!? Liam, I’m at the location I arranged. No one’s here.”

“What location?” His voice grew cold. “The whole team’s at the new place Lora said you picked.”

Lora. Of course.

It was a trap, and I had fallen for it. That was her way of making me look bad in front of Liam.

“I’m on my way,” I said before hanging up.

I called Jake. “Jake, I need your help. Fast.”

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“What happened?”

“Lora changed the location for the team-building without telling me. I can fix it, but it needs to be at my place, not Lora’s. I need you to bring everyone to my house.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be there soon,” he said immediately.

I hurried home, just in time to set things up.

I arranged tables on the terrace, lit lanterns, and made the garden feel warm and inviting. My nerves were high, but I wasn’t going to let this defeat me.

Jake arrived with the entire team in his van. They stepped out, looking confused but curious about the cozy setting.

The event was going better than I expected. People paired up, laughing and chatting, their usual office facades dropping away. The atmosphere in my garden worked its magic.

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Liam, who had always seemed serious, was finally loosening up. He moved around, talking to everyone, even smiling.

I noticed Lora and Liam chatting together. I got a bit closer, curious about what they were saying.

“This place is really nice,” Lora said, looking around.

“Yeah, I have to admit, it’s different from the usual corporate events.”

Lora laughed lightly. “Different is good, right? We often get stuck in our little bubbles at work.”

Liam leaned back in his chair. “You’re right. I didn’t realize how much the team needed this. We focus so much on results, we forget something important.”

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I saw them both relaxing. For a moment, I felt a sense of satisfaction.

Maybe this event would help them connect in more ways than one.

I caught Lora watching me from across the garden. Even though the evening went well, I sensed this wasn’t over.

As the night came to an end and people started leaving, I saw Lora with Liam near my wardrobe. Lora looked around and picked up a stack of papers, flipping through them quickly.

“Hey, Mary,” she called out. “What’s this? Something important?”

Liam’s face turned red with anger when he noticed the papers in Lora’s hands. He grabbed them.

“What the hell are these doing here?” he snapped, glaring at me. “I prepared these for a meeting with investors. I left them on my desk, Mary.”

I opened my mouth to explain, but he didn’t let me.

“Don’t act innocent. It’s obvious now. You’re working for the competition, aren’t you? I trusted you!”

“No, Liam, I…” I started, but he waved me off.

“We’ll talk later. Stay out of my way for now.”

With that, he stormed out. I turned to Lora.

She smirked. “I didn’t think those documents were that important. I just wanted to teach you a lesson.”

“A lesson? You’ve ruined everything!”

Still, I believed the real Lora, the one I’d seen laughing with Liam earlier, was still in there somewhere. But at that moment, she chose to be her worst self.

I sank into a chair, feeling completely defeated. Jake came over, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“Everything happens for a reason, Mary. Don’t give up yet.”

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When I got a message from Liam asking to meet the next day at the office, I felt nervous, but I decided to go in with my head held high.

The next afternoon, I walked into the office with a heavy heart. I saw both Liam and Lora there.

“Mary, I… I need to apologize,” Lora began, her voice shaky. “I was the one who moved the location for the team-building event. I wanted to make you look bad, and… I also planted those documents on your desk.”

“Why?” I asked, barely believing her.

Lora sighed, looking down.

“I was jealous. I thought you were stealing Liam’s attention from me, and I let that cloud my judgment. But after the team-building event and hearing what you said… I realized how wrong I was.”

Liam, who had been quiet, stepped forward.

“She’s telling the truth, Mary. Honestly, I’m grateful for what you did.” He looked at me, his tone softer. “That night in your garden, I felt like a normal person again. I started to notice things I hadn’t in years. It was a wake-up call.”

He glanced at Lora and winked, making her blush. I couldn’t help but smile. It seemed the relaxed atmosphere of that evening did more than I hoped.

Liam turned back to me. “Mary, your methods worked. From today, I’d like to make it official. You’ll be the company’s emotional recovery coach.”

I was stunned, then broke into a smile. “Really? Thank you, Liam.”

Liam added, “And we’ve got more to celebrate. The morning meeting with the investors went great. So, I’m inviting the whole team to stay after work tonight for pizza. Let’s make it a tradition!”

I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in weeks. The weight of uncertainty was gone. I had found my path and could focus on helpingWhen I got an internship at a tech startup, I couldn’t believe my luck. Technology wasn’t really my area of expertise, but I thought, “Why not? This might be the fresh start I need.”

My new boss, Liam, was 28 years old. He was smart, ambitious, and very focused on one thing: success. He cared a lot about profits, growth, and numbers, but not so much about people.

In our first meeting, Liam hardly looked at me. I could sense his doubt.

“So, I was thinking,” I started carefully. “Maybe we should focus on building stronger connections within the team…”

He cut me off, “We’re growing fast. I need results. What are you suggesting?”

“Well, it’s about creating a balance.”

“You’re an intern, right? Just listen and repeat,” he said, already turning back to his laptop.

That was it. The conversation was over. I left feeling deflated.

Maybe I’m too old for this.

I needed a new perspective, so I called my best friend, Jake.

Jake had always helped me, especially when times were tough. After my husband passed away, there were days I couldn’t even get out of bed. But Jake was there, cheering me on when I struggled with my grief.

We decided to meet at our favorite café, a cozy place nearby where time seemed to slow down.

Jake was already there when I arrived.

“Hey, Mary. You look like you’ve got a lot on your mind,” Jake said, waving me over.

I sat down and sighed. “I don’t know, Jake. This new job… It’s harder than I expected. Liam’s young, and he’s all about numbers and profits.”

“Liam, huh? The boss you mentioned?” Jake asked.

“Yeah. He doesn’t care about people. I shared some ideas, but he just brushed them off.”

“Sounds like he’s missing the bigger picture,” Jake replied. “You’ve been through so much. You know how to bring people together. Why not use that?”

I looked at him, puzzled.

“What do you mean?”

“Remember the emotional support program you created for your thesis? Why not offer that as a team-building event? You know it works.”

I thought for a moment. He was right. The program had helped me heal after losing my husband.

“Maybe you’re onto something,” I said, feeling a bit more hopeful. “I’ll pitch the idea to Liam.”

Jake smiled. “Now you’re thinking. And remember, if anyone can reach a guy like him, it’s you.”

With renewed confidence, I approached Liam the next day. After explaining the team-building idea, I watched his face, hoping for some interest.

“Alright, Mary. Let’s give it a shot,” Liam said, though he didn’t sound too excited.

“Thanks, Liam. I’ll make sure the team benefits from it.”

Suddenly, I noticed Lora, who had been standing outside the office, clearly eavesdropping. She stepped in front of me before I could walk by.

“Team-building, huh? Sounds like a big project,” she said, her eyes sparkling with something I couldn’t quite place.

“It should be a good way to connect everyone,” I said, trying to stay upbeat despite the uncomfortable tension I felt with her.

“Liam agreed to this? Surprising. He’s not into this soft stuff.”

I shrugged. “He’s willing to try, so that’s something.”

She paused and smiled a bit too brightly.

“Hey, since you’ll be busy organizing, why don’t I handle the logistics? I’m good at that kind of thing.”

Something about her offer made me hesitate. Still, I didn’t want to seem untrusting since I was new.

“That would be helpful,” I said. “Thanks, Lora.”

“No problem! I’ll take care of everything.”

I had no idea she had her own plans. I was just thankful for the help.

The day of the team-building event was my chance to prove myself. But when I arrived at the venue, there was nothing—no decorations, no people, and no sign of an event.

Something was wrong. As I stood there, my phone rang. It was Liam.

“Mary, where are you? Everyone’s here waiting. You said you’d be running this thing, and now you’re not even here!”

Panic hit me. “What!? Liam, I’m at the location I arranged. No one’s here.”

“What location?” His voice was sharp. “The whole team’s at the new place Lora said you picked.”

Lora. Of course.

It was a setup, and I had walked right into it. That was her way of making me look incompetent in front of Liam.

“I’m on my way,” I managed to say before hanging up.

I called Jake. “Jake, I need your help. Fast.”

“What happened?” he asked.

“Lora changed the location for the team-building without telling me. I can make it work, but it needs to be at my place, not Lora’s. I need you to bring everyone to my house.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be there soon,” he said.

I rushed home with just enough time to prepare.

I set up tables on the terrace, lit lanterns, and made the garden inviting. I was nervous, but I wasn’t going to let that ruin everything.

Jake arrived with the entire team packed into his van. The employees spilled out, looking confused but intrigued by the cozy setting.

The event went better than I imagined. People paired up, laughing and chatting, their usual office masks dropping away. The atmosphere in my garden worked its magic.

Liam, who had always been so serious, was finally relaxing. He moved from group to group, engaging in conversations and even smiling.

At one point, I noticed Lora and Liam together. I edged closer, curious about what they were saying.

“This place is really nice,” Lora said, looking around the garden.

“Yeah, it’s different from the usual corporate events,” Liam replied.

Lora laughed. “Different is good, right? Sometimes we all get stuck in our office bubbles.”

Liam leaned back. “You’re right. I didn’t realize how much the team needed this. We’re always pushing for results and overlooking something important.”

I felt a sense of satisfaction watching them let their guards down. Maybe this event would bring them closer in more ways than one.

I caught Lora looking at me from across the garden. Even with the evening going smoothly, I sensed this wasn’t the end of her games.

As the night wound down and people began to leave, I noticed Lora with Liam near my wardrobe. Lora glanced around and reached for a stack of papers, flipping through them quickly.

“Hey, Mary,” she called out. “What’s this? Something important?”

Liam’s face turned red when he saw the papers in her hands. He snatched them away.

“What the hell are these doing here?” he snapped, glaring at me. “I prepared these for a meeting with investors. I left them on my desk, Mary.”

I opened my mouth to explain, but he cut me off.

“Don’t act innocent. It’s clear now. You’re working for the competition, aren’t you? I trusted you!”

“No, Liam, I…” I tried to explain, but he waved me off.

“We’ll talk later. Stay out of my way for now.”

He stormed out, leaving me with Lora.

She smirked. “I didn’t think those papers were that important. I just wanted to teach you a lesson.”

“A lesson? You’ve ruined everything!”

Still, I believed there was a better version of Lora, the one I’d seen laughing with Liam earlier, but she chose to be her worst self at that moment.

I sank into a chair, feeling defeated. Jake came over and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Everything happens for a reason, Mary. Don’t give up yet.”

When I received a message from Liam asking me to meet him the next day, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I decided to go in with my head held high.

The next afternoon, I arrived at the office feeling heavy-hearted. When I walked in, I saw both Liam and Lora there.

“Mary, I… I need to apologize,” Lora began, her voice shaky. “I was the one who moved the location for the event. I wanted to make you look bad, and… I also planted those documents on your desk.”

“Why?” I asked, hardly believing her.

Lora sighed and looked down.

“I was jealous. I thought you were stealing Liam’s attention from me, and I let that cloud my judgment. But after the event and hearing you speak, I realized how wrong I was.”

Liam, who had been quiet, stepped forward.

“She’s telling the truth, Mary. And honestly, I’m grateful for what you did.” He looked at me, his tone softer. “That evening in your garden, I didn’t just feel like the boss. I felt like a regular person again. I started noticing things I hadn’t in years. It was a wake-up call.”

He glanced at Lora and winked, making her blush. I couldn’t help but smile, realizing the relaxed atmosphere had done more than I hoped.

Liam turned back to me. “Mary, your methods worked. So, from now on, you’ll be the company’s emotional recovery coach.”

I was stunned for a moment and then broke into a big smile. “Really? Thank you, Liam!”

“And we have more to celebrate. The investor meeting went great. I’m inviting the whole team to stay after work tonight for pizza. Let’s make it a tradition!”

I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in weeks. The weight of uncertainty was gone. I had found my pathIt looks like you’re interested in a story about navigating workplace dynamics, personal challenges, and the journey of self-discovery. This narrative explores the protagonist, Mary, as she faces challenges in her internship at a tech startup. She encounters a young and ambitious boss, Liam, who prioritizes numbers over people, and a competitive colleague, Lora, who tries to undermine her.

The turning point comes when Mary decides to pitch a team-building event based on her emotional support program, which ultimately transforms the team’s dynamics. Despite obstacles, including Lora’s manipulations, Mary’s efforts lead to a more positive work environment and her own empowerment, as she eventually becomes the company’s emotional recovery coach.

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Woman Adopts Non-English Speaking Girl, Is Shocked to Uncover the Truth When She Learns to Communicate – Story of the Day

After finding out she couldn’t have a baby, Annie’s doctor gave her another choice: adoption, which led to a girl named Abiona, who couldn’t speak English at first. But when her new daughter learned enough, she told Annie a secret that changed everything.

Annie sat anxiously in Dr. Martinez’s office, surrounded by posters of happy families. The doctor, a middle-aged woman with a comforting demeanor, invited her to sit.

Smiling, Annie asked, “When can we proceed with the fertilization procedure?”

Dr. Martinez took a deep breath before saying, “Unfortunately, the tests show you cannot have children. I’m very sorry.”

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Annie’s heart sank. Despite considering IVF, the doctor advised against it due to low success rates and high risks. But she suggested an alternative — adoption — and handed Annie a booklet filled with information and pictures of children needing a home.

***

Annie sat at her kitchen table, the quiet of her home enveloping her as she browsed through the booklet. She was drawn to a photo of a baby, entranced by his innocent, smiling face.

Picking up the phone with trembling hands, she called the adoption agency and made an appointment. A few days later, she met Caitlin, a social worker, who welcomed Annie into her modest office. “Sorry you had to wait,” she said, shaking her head.

“It’s okay, don’t worry,” Annie replied, masking her nervousness.

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They sat and discussed Annie’s career, home life, and desire to adopt. “Can you devote enough time to a child? It’s not just a few hours a day,” Caitlin wondered.

Annie responded, “Yes, I understand. I’m ready to make sacrifices for my child.”

“Adoption can be challenging, especially in the beginning,” Caitlin continued, but ultimately, she approved Annie’s application.

“I understand,” Annie said, her voice firm. “Thank you.”

***

The next morning, Caitlin’s call interrupted Annie’s breakfast. “Hello, Annie?” she inquired.

“Yes, it’s me,” Annie replied.

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“We’ve found a child for you,” the social worker revealed and talked about Abiona, a six-year-old from Congo who didn’t speak English. “Would you like to meet her today?”

“6 years old? No English? I… I need to think about this,” Annie’s voice wavered.

“Of course, take all the time you need. Have a good day,” Caitlin responded, but Annie heard her sighing before hanging up.

Annie spent the rest of the day pondering the idea of adopting a six-year-old. Motherhood typically began with a baby, so going straight into parenting an older child seemed… odd. However, this could be her only shot.

She called Caitlin the next day with a resounding yes, and the social worker arranged a visit with Abiona, who was staying with a foster family.

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***

Arriving at the foster home, Annie knocked on the door, her heart racing. She was greeted by a woman who, in a not particularly friendly tone, said, “Hello, how’s it going?”

“Hi, I’m Annie,” she replied, fidgeting slightly. “I came to see Abiona.”

The woman showed Annie inside, and it was hard not to notice the chaotic scene of her house. Kids were running around, the television blared in the background, and the living room was full of stuff.

But the woman pointed to a corner where Abiona sat, quietly drawing. “That’s her. Good luck because she doesn’t talk to anyone,” she said and left to scold some other kids.

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Annie approached the girl, who briefly met her gaze before resuming her drawing. “Did you draw these yourself? They’re imposing,” she asked, kneeling to look closer.

Abiona nodded slightly without speaking.

The foster mother interrupted. “Don’t even try. She doesn’t understand a word of English,” she said. Annie looked up to see her sporting a superior expression.

“That’s fine,” Annie said, focusing entirely on the girl. She sat beside her and began drawing, too, attempting to communicate through pictures.

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She drew a house and a stick figure with long hair, saying, “This is my house. I live here. Do you want to live with me?”

The girl stared for a second at the paper, then at Annie’s face, before drawing a smaller stick figure next to hers. The gesture made Annie grin as her stomach fluttered.

***

She brought Abiona to her home and introduced her to her new cozy bedroom. The girl stayed silent and observant as she explored everything.

When she found paints and brushes laid out, she immediately began to draw, humming a happy tune. Annie watched for a second, taking in the moment. I’m finally a Mom, she thought before joining her new daughter.

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Over the following months, Annie tried teaching Abiona English, but the traditional methods overwhelmed her. Therefore, she adapted her approach, using drawing sessions to teach her the language in a fun, engaging way.

Abiona responded positively, slowly learning words and phrases.

One day, while exploring the concept of family with a picture book, Annie pointed to an illustration and said, “See, this is a family,” then pointed to herself, “Mom,” and to Abiona, “Daughter.”

But instead of nodding in understanding, Abiona’s reaction was unexpected; she burst into tears.

“What’s wrong?” Annie asked, patting the girl’s head.

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Abiona grabbed some of her drawings. “I have Mom and Dad,” she revealed, pointing her finger at the paper. Annie’s eyes widened. She didn’t understand because Caitlin had never talked about Abiona’s family.

“What are you saying, honey?” she asked.

“Bad…bad men took me from Mom and Dad,” the girl continued.

“Okay, okay,” Annie said, her voice turning low and soothing. “Tell me more.”

Through her broken English, Abiona explained that the evil men had taken her, but then she was with the police. She showed Annie a handmade toy, her only memory of her biological mom.

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“I little. Don’t know Mom’s face. But Mom smells honey. She give me this,” Abiona finished, biting her bottom lip and looking away to wipe a tear.

Annie was breathing heavily then, trying to contain her own emotions. A six-year-old shouldn’t have to be so strong by herself. She hugged the little girl, who began sobbing into her chest. Revealing that secret made their bond much stronger.

***

Months later, Abiona suffered a severe coughing fit in the night. Annie rushed her to the hospital as quickly as possible. “I need help! My daughter, she can’t breathe!” she wailed at the emergency room staff.

The medical team quickly attended to her daughter, leaving Annie anxiously waiting outside the exam room. Soon, she was stabilized but surrounded by beeping machines that only made things scarier. But the absolute horror came a few hours after the staff conducted several tests.

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One doctor entered the room, took a deep breath, and began. “I’m very sorry to tell you this. But Abiona is terminally ill. She only has a few days left.”

His words were careful, but they cut through Annie like a knife. “What?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “What’s wrong with her?”

The doctor explained her condition. It had a complicated name that Annie didn’t understand as her mind was fogging with the implications.

“Should I have noticed sooner? She seemed so healthy. I adopted her a few months ago. No one told me anything.”

“You couldn’t have done much even if you had noticed something. This is a genetic disease, and it manifests very unexpectedly. This is not your fault,” the doctor finished, patting her shoulder, and left.

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***

Abiona awoke an hour later.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Annie whispered, squeezing the girl’s hand. “Is there anything you want? Anything I can get for you?”

Abiona’s voice was weak but clear. “I want to see my mom,” she murmured, a wistful look in her eyes.

Annie nodded and, determined to fulfill this wish, left the hospital with Abiona’s handmade toy, hoping it held clues to finding her biological mother. She went to the police station, where they agreed to test the toy for DNA.

Miraculously, they found a match and gave Annie the biological mother’s contact information. Her name was Tendey. Despite the call going unanswered, Annie insisted on finding Abiona’s mother, even if she had to do it in person.

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She drove to Tendey’s address, gathered her courage, and knocked on the door. When a woman appeared, Annie introduced herself and asked, “Tendey?”

The woman responded quickly, impatient. “Yes. That’s me, but I don’t want to join your god. I don’t need any services, and I don’t want to buy anything,” she said, almost closing the door.

But Annie threw her arm up, stopping her. “This is about Abiona,” she blurted. “She is currently in the hospital. The doctor said that she has a serious genetic disease and has a few days to live.”

Annie thought Tendey would be dismayed, but the woman crossed her arms instead. “I gave her away. Voluntarily. Renounced parental rights. So everything that is happening now is not my problem,” Tendey stated coldly.

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“Please. She’s your daughter. She’s dying and wants to see you,” Annie pleaded.

Tendey shook her head. “Listen. I don’t want to see her. Deal with it.”

Looking beyond Tendey, into her house, Annie sighed and noticed something. “Do you sell perfumes? Do you have a honey-scented one?”

“Ugh, yes,” Tendey said, looking behind her, confused.

“How much?” Annie asked.

***

At home, Annie searched on her computer, typing away as her plan fully developed. She searched for an actress resembling Tendey and found Sarah. Annie called and explained the situation.

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Sarah was touched. “I’ll do it. It’s a strange request, but I can see it comes from a place of love,” she said. Annie provided all the details she knew about Abiona and her mother.

In the hospital room the next day, Annie and the actress prepared to fulfill Abiona’s last wish. Sprayed with honey-scented perfume, Sarah approached the girl’s bedside, carefully holding her tiny hand.

“Abiona, this is your mother,” Annie gently introduced.

Abiona, whose condition had worsened so much in just a day, believed Annie’s words easily. “You smell like Mom,” the girl whispered and opened her arms for a hug.

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Sarah obliged, saying, “It’s because I am Mom.”

Abiona turned to Annie. “Thank you,” she whispered before falling asleep again. Sarah left a while later when it became clear that the girl wouldn’t wake up any time soon.

As the sun set, Annie watched over her daughter. Her breaths were too heavy, but that had been the norm for a few hours. She whispered to her, providing comfort and assurance in the quiet room filled with the soft beeping of machines.

She touched the girl’s head at some point and noticed the intense warmth. In her weakened state, Abiona faintly murmured “Mom” before falling back into unconsciousness. Annie rushed to find her doctor, who came in, did a quick examination, and exhaled, lowering his head.

“I’m afraid this may be it,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“No!” Annie wailed, hugging her child.

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Abiona slept a little more soundly in Annie’s arms, but love wasn’t always enough. She passed after midnight with a final soft puff of air.

As the tears started flowing freely, Annie whispered, “You were loved. So loved. I’ll keep loving you forever.”

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