A poor little boy is in tears after being teased by his classmates for the cheap Halloween costume his father made until the school principal shows up wearing the same.
Levi loved his small house and his parents, Carol and Darren. They weren’t rich, but they were there for one another and him, which he admired. But one afternoon, after returning home from school, Levi was upset with his parents.
How could he not be upset? It was Halloween, the trick-or-treating season, and there was a fancy dress competition at his school, but Levi’s parents didn’t have enough money to get him a new costume.
His classmates would all be dressed as Superman, Batman, or one of the Avengers, but he would have to make do with his old costume!
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“Honey, please understand,” Carol said. “You know, daddy and I are trying our best to save this house. We need to put money aside for the mortgage payment.”
“Do you not love me, mom?” asked Levi sadly. “I don’t want the house. I want a new costume. But you love the house, not me!”
Carol sighed. “It’s not like that, honey. Mommy and daddy love you the most! We love you more than anything!”
“No!” he screamed in tears. “You are lying! You don’t love me! You love the house!”
With that, Levi disappeared to his room in tears and didn’t come out even for dinner. No parent wants to see their children sad; even Carol didn’t. Did she have a choice, though? Not really.
They were drowned in loans, and their small shop just brought them enough to get by. But seeing Levi sad bothered her, so she discussed it with Darren over dinner.
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“He’s sad, hun,” she said. “Can we get him a new costume? If not, I’ll find a part-time job.”
“Don’t stress yourself out, honey,” Darren said. “You already have too much on your plate right now. I’ve got an idea…”
Two days later, while Levi was eating dinner alone in his room, still upset with his parents about the costume, Darren walked in with a huge parcel in his hands.
In this cruel world, we must stand up for one another and encourage the good.
“Can I come in, little boy?” he asked at the door.
“No, you can’t,” Levi said. He didn’t even look up from his plate.
“Even if I say I got you a new costume?” Darren asked. “I thought you’d be excited.”
“Did you?” Levi looked at the parcel in Darren’s hands and grinned. “Is that a new outfit? Really?”
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“Yes, it is!” said Darren. “Now, can we have a little apology for mommy because you yelled at her two days ago? She was so worried about you.”
Levi was so excited to see his new costume that he bolted from his room and hugged Carol. “You and daddy love me! Not the house! I’m so sorry, mom! Let’s see my new costume together!” He held her hands and ran so fast that she almost tripped.
Then came the BIG moment. When Levi opened the parcel and saw the costume inside, he was in tears.
“Is that a robot?” he asked. “Dad, mom, I love robots!”
“We know you do, little boy,” said Carol. “Do you like it? Daddy made it for you!”
“I love it, mom and dad!” chirped Levi, wiping his tears. “I love it very much! And I love you so much! Thank you!”
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Levi was delighted. He loved the robot costume Darren had made out of cardboard and duct tape. Yes, it wasn’t expensive, but it had his heart and his dad’s efforts.
But on the day of the fancy dress event, Levi was crying because of the costume. He was sad because all his classmates were teasing him.
“Look, Levi is wearing a piece of colored cardboard!” a boy said and laughed. “He couldn’t even buy a new costume!”
“Don’t say that, Tony!” Levi protested, swallowing the tears in his eyes. “My dad worked hard on this! He went through videos on his computer, and he did so much hard work!”
“Oh, did he?” another kid said and chuckled with his friends. “Well, that outfit makes you look like a loser! I bet your dad’s a loser too!”
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All the kids were so mean to Levi that he started crying. When his name was called, he didn’t show up on the stage and instead cried backstage.
Soon, the show was over, and everyone got to flaunt their costumes except Levi.
“I’m so sorry, dad…” He sniffed. “I didn’t even take part in the competition! I wasted your hard work! I’m sorry…”
Suddenly, Levi heard a loud gasp. He looked at the stage and couldn’t believe his eyes. The school principal, Mr. Frederick, was on the stage, and he was dressed as a robot! A red one, unlike Levi, who was wearing a blue costume.
“Where is my fellow robot? Levi, where are you, child?” he called out from the stage.
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“Mr. Frederick?” Levi exclaimed as he stepped onto the stage. “You have the same costume as me!”
“Call me, Captain Red!” he said stiffly. “Agent Blue, you got a nice suit there! Mine took so much time to make!”
“You look cool, Captain Red!” Levi smiled, having forgotten his worries. “My dad made me this suit! I just love it!”
“That’s wonderful, Agent Blue! I’ll ask your dad to make me a suit next time! I saw some kids didn’t appreciate your costume, so I thought, why not show them they’re wrong? You know what? I love your outfit! You’re lucky! Your dad spends love on you, which is more important than just spending money on children…”
That day, Levi won the competition. His dress stood out from the bunch of Spidermans, Batmans, Avengers, and Disney princesses, and he had a huge smile on his face as he lifted the trophy with Captain Red!
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At that point, the group of mean kids huddled around Levi and apologized. “WE ARE SORRY, LEVI!” they cried in unison. “Your costume was awesome!”
Levi was happy that the other kids loved his costume. He shared the big basket of candies he had won as a part of the prize with them and said, “It’s ok! I’m not sad anymore. Let’s not be mean to others, ok? Mommy and daddy say we should love each other!”
“That’s absolutely right, Levi,” Mr. Frederick said gently. “Always remember, kids, that we need to stand up for each other and encourage the good in this world. Never put others down! That’s what Captain Red and Agent Blue also believe in!” he added with a wink, and all the kids happily nodded as they devoured the Halloween candies.
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What can we learn from this story?
- In this cruel world, we must stand up for one another and encourage the good. Thanks to Mr. Frederick, the kids realized they were wrong to mock Levi and learned the importance of love over money.
- Spending love on children is more important than spending money. Levi’s parents couldn’t afford to buy him a new costume, but they loved him so much that they couldn’t bear the thought of him being unhappy. So they got him a lovely outfit that Darren created himself.
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MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW TRIED TO SEDUCE MY HUSBAND FOR MONEY — SHE DIDN’T EXPECT HIM TO TELL ME ABOUT IT.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the kitchen, a comforting scent that usually signaled the start of a hectic workday. But yesterday, it was different. Yesterday, the kitchen held a quiet magic, a warmth that transcended the simple act of brewing coffee.
On the kitchen table, amidst the usual clutter of keys and mail, sat a neatly packed lunch bag. Beside it, a folded piece of paper, its edges slightly crumpled. A note.
My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the familiar, slightly slanted handwriting. It was Colton’s. Our 10-year-old foster son.
We’d opened our home to fostering after years of battling infertility. The empty rooms of our house had echoed with a longing that no amount of well-meaning advice could fill. We wanted to give a child a chance, a safe haven, a loving family.
Colton had arrived a year ago, a whirlwind of boundless energy and insatiable curiosity. He was a dreamer, a boy who found wonder in the simplest things. He loved riding his bike, exploring the neighborhood, and most of all, he loved helping in the kitchen, his eyes sparkling with the ambition of a future chef.
The note was simple, written in his characteristic, slightly misspelled script: “Lunch for you. Have a good day. Love Colton.”
And inside the lunch bag, a perfectly assembled sandwich, wrapped in wax paper, a small bag of chips, and a bruised but perfectly ripe apple.
It wasn’t just a sandwich. It wasn’t just a note. It was a testament to the bond we’d built, a tangible expression of the love that had blossomed between us.
For months, I’d felt a shift within me, a growing certainty that Colton wasn’t just a foster child, he was our son. The way he’d seamlessly woven himself into our lives, the way he’d filled the empty spaces in our hearts, it was undeniable.
That note, that simple gesture of love, solidified it. It was a quiet affirmation of what I already knew.
I shared the note with my wife, Sarah, her eyes welling up with tears as she read it. We looked at each other, a silent understanding passing between us. It was time.
Today, we made the decision official. We’re going to adopt Colton.
The paperwork is already underway, the legal process a mere formality compared to the emotional journey we’ve already undertaken. We’re planning a surprise for him, a small celebration to mark this momentous occasion.
We’ve decorated his room with balloons and streamers, a banner proclaiming “Welcome to your forever home!” We’ve baked his favorite chocolate chip cookies, and Sarah has even prepared a special dinner, a culinary masterpiece that would make any aspiring chef proud.
Tonight, when Colton returns from school, we’ll gather around the kitchen table, the same table where I found his note, and we’ll tell him the news.
I imagine his eyes widening with disbelief, then filling with tears of joy. I imagine him running into our arms, his small frame shaking with emotion.
And I know, with absolute certainty, that this is the best decision we’ve ever made. We’re not just giving Colton a home; he’s giving us a family, a love that’s richer and more profound than we ever imagined.
MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW TRIED TO SEDUCE MY HUSBAND FOR MONEY — SHE DIDN’T EXPECT HIM TO TELL ME ABOUT IT.
Our son’s wedding was in full swing, and let me tell you, I was tearing up the dance floor with my boy! Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever danced like that in my life. At some point, though, I realized I hadn’t seen the bride for at least 30 minutes.
Then my husband came up to me, looking tense. “We need to talk. Now,” he said. We stepped outside the hall, and what he told me made my jaw drop.
“I ran into our DIL in the hallway,” he started. “I hugged her and told her how much we love her. But apparently, she took it… differently. She said she loves me too — and even more than our son! Then she tried to kiss me on the lips!”
He continued, “I pushed her away, and she said she understood there might be witnesses here. Then she told me to meet her in her hotel room on the third floor in 20 minutes. I think we should both pay her a little visit.”
In 20 minutes, my husband, our relatives, and I opened the door to her hotel room. write a long story base on that above
The wedding reception was a blur of twinkling lights, joyous laughter, and the infectious rhythm of the band. I was lost in the moment, twirling my son around the dance floor, tears of happiness blurring my vision. It was a perfect day, a celebration of love and new beginnings.
But as the night wore on, a nagging unease crept into my heart. I hadn’t seen my daughter-in-law, Clara, for quite some time. She’d been a picture of radiant happiness during the ceremony, but now, she was nowhere to be found.
Then, my husband, Richard, approached me, his face etched with a seriousness that instantly sobered me. “We need to talk. Now,” he said, his voice low and urgent.
We stepped outside the grand ballroom, the sounds of the celebration fading into a muffled hum. Richard’s words, when he finally spoke, were like a slap in the face.
“I ran into Clara in the hallway,” he began, his voice tight. “I hugged her, told her how happy we were to have her as part of the family. You know, the usual father-in-law stuff.”
He paused, his eyes filled with disbelief. “But she… she took it differently. She said she loved me too. And then, she said she loved me more than our son.”
My breath hitched. “What?”
“She tried to kiss me,” he continued, his voice barely a whisper. “On the lips.”
I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. “No…”
“I pushed her away,” Richard said, his voice hardening. “And she said she understood there might be witnesses here. Then she told me to meet her in her hotel room on the third floor in twenty minutes. Said she wanted to talk.”
My mind raced, trying to comprehend what I was hearing. Clara, our son’s bride, attempting to seduce my husband? It was beyond comprehension.
“We’re going,” I said, my voice firm. “But we’re not going alone.”
We gathered a small group of our closest relatives, people we trusted implicitly. They were as shocked as we were, but they stood by us, their faces grim.
Twenty minutes later, we stood outside Clara’s hotel room, a knot of tension tightening in my chest. Richard knocked, a sharp, authoritative rap on the door.
Clara opened it, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the crowd behind Richard. She was dressed in a silk robe, her hair slightly disheveled.
“What is this?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“We’re here for that conversation,” Richard said, his voice cold.
We entered the room, the silence heavy and charged. Clara’s eyes darted between us, her face flushed.
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stammered.
“Don’t lie, Clara,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “My husband told me everything.”
Her eyes flickered to Richard, then back to me. “He’s lying,” she said, her voice rising. “He’s the one who came onto me.”
“That’s enough,” Richard said, his voice cutting through the tension. “We’re not here to argue. We’re here to understand. Why?”
Clara’s facade crumbled. Tears streamed down her face. “I needed the money,” she sobbed. “I thought… I thought if I could get close to you, you’d help me.”
“Help you?” I asked, my voice incredulous. “By betraying our son?”
She didn’t answer. She just stood there, her shoulders shaking, her face buried in her hands.
We left her there, alone in her hotel room. The wedding was over, the celebration tainted. Our son was devastated, but he understood. The marriage was annulled, the betrayal too deep to forgive.
The aftermath was a whirlwind of hurt and confusion. But through it all, one thing remained clear: family was paramount. And we would always protect our own, no matter the cost.
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