A little orphaned boy cries in church, begging God to send his mother to take him. The next minute, he turns pale when a voice answers from behind, saying, “I’ll take you.”
A string of untold emotions is attached to kids abandoned by their parents. Six-year-old Alan was one such neglected child who yearned to see his mother but never got that chance.
One day, in a serendipitous encounter in church, little Alan’s world shifted. He was crying, begging God to send his mom to him, telling God how different his world would be if his mother were with him.
Amid his loud cries and heartwarming argument with God, a strange voice spoke up from behind, offering to take him…
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“Dear Jesus, they say you hear everything. My guardians in the foster home told me to knock on your door and ask for everything I needed. I want my mommy. Can you please send her to me?”
“Alan, my boy! I’ve come for you. I’ve come to take you home.”
Alan cried as he folded his hands in prayer and stared at the crucifix. His eyes were painfully red, and his soft, pink cheeks were wet.
“My nanny told me you answer everyone’s prayers. Then why aren’t answering mine?”
The vestibule echoed with Alan’s loud cries. He was heartbroken. He did not want to return to the shelter, where kids often poked fun at him. They constantly taunted him saying his mom would never return and he had no choice but to wait for someone to adopt him.
“Nobody would be interested in taking a crybaby like you home,” were some of the harshest things he heard from fellow kids in the shelter. Alan cried his heart out that day, demanding God for an answer.
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“Alan, shhh!” his guardian, Nancy, interrupted. “It’s a church. Be quiet, and don’t cry. People are watching you. Please calm down.”
Alan tried to control his tears. He kept staring at the crucifix until he saw a woman with a child enter the church. He could no longer hold back his tears and started crying again.
“Jesus, you’re not answering me. Please, I want to be with my mommy like that girl. Nanny, why is Jesus not answering? You told me he answered all our prayers, but why hasn’t he told me anything?”
Nancy stared at the boy and grinned at his innocent questions.
“I’ll take you,” a woman’s voice suddenly said from behind them. “My baby, I’ve come for you. Please stop crying.”
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Alan and Nancy were startled. They turned around, and behind them was the woman with the child Alan had seen moments ago.
“Alan, my boy! I’ve come for you. I’ve come to take you home,” she cried.
“Who are you? How do you know the kid’s name?” questioned Nancy, holding Alan tight.
“My name is Annette. I’m Alan’s mother. I come here daily to see him and ensure he’s fine.”
“Your son? Do you have any proof?”
Annette took out a photo of her holding a newborn baby in her arms. “I left him at the shelter’s doorstep six years ago.”
“This is unbelievable. This was how Alan looked when I first picked him up from the doorstep on that rainy night. I heard the loud cries of a baby outside on the patio and found him there. Why did you leave your baby? How can you be such a heartless mother?”
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Annette began to cry and disclosed the most saddening story of her life.
Six years ago, she was 16 and accidentally fell pregnant with her boyfriend’s child. After she revealed this to him, he dumped her and moved to another state, blocking her from contact. Annette’s parents advised her to terminate the pregnancy, but she couldn’t do it.
“My parents gave me only one choice—to abandon my baby or to forget them and the legacy I would inherit. I was too naive and young to become a mother, so I left my newborn baby at the shelter and moved on.”
Annette added that she finished college and married another man. The girl with her, Amy, was her daughter from this marriage.
“I tried my best, but I could not forget my son. I visit this church often to watch him from a distance. But after hearing him crying for his mother today, I could not hold back any longer. I want to take him home with me.”
Soon, Annette began the legal formalities to gain Alan’s custody back. She took DNA tests with him, revealing they were mother and son by a 99 percent match. Although she successfully took Alan home and restored their relationship, it came with a hefty price.
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Annette’s parents turned against her and cut her off from their lives and their will. Even worse, her husband turned against her despite knowing the truth about her shady past.
“I married you because you were honest about your failed relationship with your ex-boyfriend and thought you would never want that kid again. But now, even your parents have disowned you. Look, I’m not willing to father someone else’s child. I’m ready to support my daughter financially, but our marriage is over,” her husband Jason said, immediately filing for a divorce.
Annette and Jason were divorced shortly after. Annette got custody of her daughter and was delighted to have Alan back.
“Never come to us begging for money again” were the last words she heard her parents tell her, and Annette was fine with that. She felt her life was complete, even without her parents’ approval or their money.
She moved abroad with her two wonderful children, got a good job, and only looks forward to living a happy life.
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What can we learn from this story?
- God answers our prayers. Whenever Alan went to church, he would cry and ask God to send his mother to him. One day, his prayers were answered when he heard a voice offering to take him, and it turned out to be his mother.
- Do not abandon your children and punish them for a mistake you have committed. When Annette fell pregnant at 16, her parents told her to abandon the baby. She obeyed them and moved on, unaware of how it would affect her son as he grew up.
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My Husband’s Best Friend Came to Our Family Dinner – After He Left, Our 7-Year-Old Daughter Stopped Talking for Months
When my husband’s best friend, Brian, came over for a casual family dinner, I never imagined it would change our lives forever. But after that night, our daughter stopped speaking, and as the silence stretched on, we uncovered a devastating betrayal that shattered her innocence.
I still don’t know how to make sense of everything that happened. Maybe if I write it down, it’ll help. Maybe someone will understand or tell me I’m not crazy for feeling like this.
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It started with a family dinner. Tom’s best friend Brian was coming over, as he had so many times before. Brian and Tom had been inseparable since middle school, practically brothers.
Brian was around for every big and small moment in our lives. If something needed fixing, he was there with his toolbox. If we had a BBQ, he was there with a cooler and a smile. He was more than a friend; he was family.
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Emily, our daughter, adored him. She’d race to the door every time he came over, practically bouncing with excitement. “Brian! Brian!” she’d shout, wrapping her little arms around his legs, her eyes wide and bright. He’d always laugh and scoop her up.
“Hey, kiddo,” he’d say, grinning, giving her a playful noogie. “How’s my favorite girl?”
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That night felt no different—just pizza, laughter, and catching up. Tom was running late from work, so I called Brian to pick up the food. He came in with a big grin, balancing two pizza boxes in one hand and holding a small gift bag with the other.
“Look what Uncle Brian brought,” he said, handing the bag to Emily. Inside was a small stuffed puppy. Emily’s eyes lit up.
“Thank you!” she squealed, hugging the toy. “I love him!”
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Brian chuckled, ruffling her hair. “I thought you might, kiddo.”
We settled in for dinner, chatting about little things. Brian cracked his usual jokes, making us all laugh. Emily was glued to his side, asking him about everything under the sun.
“Why do dogs have tails?”
“To wag when they’re happy,” he answered with a smile.
“Why don’t cats have big tails like dogs?”
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“Oh, that’s ’cause cats are sneaky. They don’t need ‘em as much,” he replied, making Emily giggle.
As we were finishing up, I realized we were out of drinks. Tom still hadn’t arrived, so I turned to Brian.
“Do you mind staying with Emily for a few minutes while I run to the store?”
Brian shrugged, waving a hand. “Of course not. Go on, we’ll be just fine.”
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“Thanks. I’ll be back in ten minutes,” I said, grabbing my keys. I knew Emily was in good hands. Brian was practically family, after all.
When I got back, I saw Brian by the door, looking… different. He wasn’t his usual self—he seemed tense, almost… nervous. He barely looked at me as he grabbed his coat.
“Everything alright?” I asked, frowning.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said quickly, not meeting my eyes. “I just—uh, something came up. Gotta run. Tell Tom I’ll catch him later.”
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Then he was out the door, barely waiting for me to say goodbye. I felt a strange chill but brushed it off. It was Brian. He’d never given me a reason to doubt him before.
After that night, everything changed. Emily, my bubbly, talkative daughter, went silent.
At first, I didn’t think too much of it. Kids have off days. Maybe she was tired or upset that Brian left so suddenly. But by the next day, she still wasn’t talking.
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She went through breakfast without a word, not even looking up when I put her favorite waffles on the table. When I tried to draw her out with a story or a question, she just shrugged or looked down, her fingers tracing little circles on her plate.
“Emily, honey,” I asked gently, “are you mad about something? Did something happen with Brian?”
She just looked at me, her big, sad eyes filling with tears, then shook her head and went to her room.
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Tom tried talking to her, too. “Em, sweetie, you know you can tell Daddy anything, right?” he coaxed, crouching down to her eye level.
Emily just nodded, her lips pressed tightly together. She clutched the little stuffed puppy Brian had given her like it was the only thing holding her together. I tried to brush it off as a phase, or maybe a delayed reaction to a bad dream. But a mother knows when something’s really wrong.
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By the third day, I knew it wasn’t just a phase. My heart ached as I watched my little girl, once so full of life, withdraw into herself. She wouldn’t go to the park. She didn’t want to color or play. When she spoke, it was short, single words—”yes,” “no,” “fine”—like she was afraid to say anything more.
Tom and I began to worry something terrible had happened. We took her to the pediatrician, who ran every test, checked her hearing, even her vision.
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Everything was normal. Then we went to a child therapist, but after several sessions, the therapist pulled us aside and told us they couldn’t figure out why Emily had retreated into silence.
Weeks turned into months, and Emily still hadn’t returned to her old self. She went through the motions but never spoke more than she had to. Tom and I tried every gentle way we knew to get her to open up, but it was like she’d locked herself in a place we couldn’t reach. Our lives felt wrapped in a strange, unspoken grief.
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And then, one morning, after five long months, Emily finally broke her silence. I was buckling her into her car seat, about to take her to school, when she looked up at me, her eyes wide and scared.
“Will you leave me there forever?” she whispered, barely above a breath.
Her words hit me like a punch to the chest. “What? Emily, why would you say that?” I asked, my voice breaking.
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Her lower lip quivered. “Brian said… he said I’m not really yours. He said you’re going to leave me like my real parents did.”
My heart shattered. I could feel the blood drain from my face as I struggled to hold back tears. Tom and I had always planned to tell Emily she was adopted, but when she was old enough to understand it in a safe, loving way.
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“Emily, listen to me,” I said, trying to steady my voice. “You are ours. We love you more than anything. Brian was wrong to say those things. We would never leave you. Ever.”
She looked at me, her eyes searching mine for something to hold on to, then nodded slowly. Her shoulders relaxed a little, but I could still see the doubt lingering in her face. That night, when Tom came home, I told him everything. He was furious, hurt beyond words, but we were both more focused on Emily’s recovery.
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After that, Emily began talking again, slowly at first, but I could see she was still scared. I tried reaching out to Brian. He didn’t answer. Every call, every text went unanswered. Months went by, and it felt like Brian had vanished from our lives without a trace. Tom wanted to confront him in person, but we didn’t even know where he was anymore.
Then, one evening, out of the blue, I got a message from him. “Can we meet? I need to explain.”
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Against Tom’s better judgment, I agreed to meet him. I needed answers. When I saw Brian, he looked like he’d been through hell—tired, thinner, his face hollowed out by something I didn’t recognize.
“I’m sorry,” he said as soon as we sat down, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I never meant to hurt her… or you.”
“Then why, Brian?” I asked, my voice edged with the months of anger and confusion. “Why would you tell her that?”
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He took a shaky breath. “I found out I was adopted that day,” he said, looking down. “Right before I came over. My parents never told me. My whole life, I thought they were my real parents. And then, just like that, I find out they’re not. It broke me.”
I stared at him, speechless. “So you decided to hurt Emily? To throw that on a child?”
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His face crumpled. “I wasn’t thinking straight. She was just so innocent, so trusting. I don’t know why I said it. I was… I was lost in my own pain, and I thought maybe… I don’t know, maybe she should know the truth before it’s too late.”
I shook my head, hardly able to look at him. “Brian, she’s seven. She’s just a child. That was our truth to tell her when the time was right, not yours.”
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“I know. I’ve been punishing myself for it every day since. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I just… I needed you to know. I’m sorry.”
I left the meeting feeling hollow, burdened with a sadness I couldn’t shake. Brian wasn’t evil. He was broken, and his pain had shattered the innocent trust my daughter had in the world. But it didn’t change the fact that we had to pick up the pieces.
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Since that day, he hasn’t reached out again. Emily is doing better, but there’s still a part of her that hesitates, that questions.
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