Man Finds a Baby Boy Wrapped in Blankets in a Basket and Adopts Him—17 Years Later, a Stranger Returns for the Boy

A grieving, lonely fisherman found hope and a reason to live when he discovered a baby boy abandoned on his doorstep. He adopted the boy and raised him with boundless love and pride. But 17 years later, a wealthy stranger arrived, threatening to tear their world apart and take the boy away.

The weathered fishing boat rocked gently against the dock as Lucas secured the last knot. At 54, his calloused hands moved with practiced ease, even as arthritis crept into his joints.

The small house on the village outskirts waited for him, just as it had every evening since Maria passed. No children’s laughter, no warm embrace — just the quiet company of his thoughts and the photos of the woman he’d loved too much to replace.

A man tying a boat | Source: Midjourney

A man tying a boat | Source: Midjourney

“Evening, Lucas!” Old Tom called from his porch. “Good catch today?”

“Just enough,” Lucas answered, lifting his basket. “The fish aren’t as lonely as we are, eh?”

“You ought to get yourself a dog at least,” Tom suggested, not for the first time. “That cottage needs some life in it.”

Lucas smiled politely but said nothing. Maria had loved dogs. That was reason enough not to get one.

A sad man standing outside his cottage | Source: Midjourney

A sad man standing outside his cottage | Source: Midjourney

The flames danced in the fireplace as he settled into his chair, another solitary evening stretching before him. The day’s routine played through his mind: watering the tomatoes at dawn, feeding the chickens, and walking the empty streets to his boat.

He glanced at Maria’s photo on the mantel. “Should’ve listened when you wanted children,” he murmured. “Always said we had time. Now look at me, talking to your picture like you might answer back.”

Suddenly, a sound cut through his thoughts, faint but distinct. It was like a whimper or a cry carried on the winter wind. Lucas lowered his coffee cup and listened. There it was again, more insistent this time.

A man sitting by the fireplace | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting by the fireplace | Source: Midjourney

His joints protested as he rose and shuffled to the door. The porch boards creaked beneath his feet as he peered into the darkness. Another cry, clearer now.

“Hello?” he called, but only silence answered.

His heart nearly stopped when he saw it — a woven basket on his doorstep, blankets stirring inside. As he knelt beside it, tiny fingers reached up, grasping at the cold night air.

“Dear God,” he whispered, gathering the bundle into his arms. A baby boy, no more than a few months old, stared up at him with big, curious eyes.

A baby wrapped in blankets in a basket | Source: Midjourney

A baby wrapped in blankets in a basket | Source: Midjourney

“Where did you come from, little one?” Lucas scanned the empty street, but whoever had left this precious cargo was long gone, leaving just a note in the basket:

“Don’t look for me. Please take care of him. And love him like your own. Thanks & Goodbye.”

The baby whimpered, and Lucas felt something stir in his chest. It was an emotion he thought had died with Maria.

“Shh, it’s alright,” he soothed, cradling the child close. “Let’s get you warm. Maria,” he whispered to the night sky, “I think you might’ve had a hand in this. You always said miracles come when we least expect them.”

A man holding a baby | Source: Unsplash

A man holding a baby | Source: Unsplash

Inside, Lucas wrapped the baby in one of Maria’s old quilts, its faded flowers still soft after all these years. The infant’s cries settled into gentle coos as Lucas warmed some milk on the stove, remembering how old Tom’s daughter used to feed her babies.

“You need a name, little one,” he murmured, testing the milk’s temperature on his wrist. The baby’s tiny fingers wrapped around his weathered thumb, holding on with surprising strength. “You’ve got a good grip there. Like a fisherman.”

The baby gurgled, his eyes fixed on Lucas’s face with what seemed like curiosity. A tear rolled down Lucas’s cheek as he remembered Maria’s words from years ago:“A child’s love is the purest thing in this world.”

A baby covered in a cozy white blanket | Source: Unsplash

A baby covered in a cozy white blanket | Source: Unsplash

“Matias,” he said softly, the name coming to him like a whisper from the past. It was Maria’s father’s name, a good strong name for a boy. “What do you think about that, little one? Would you like to be Matias?”

The baby cooed, a smile breaking across his tiny face. Lucas felt his heart melt completely.

“Then it’s decided. You’ll be my son, Matias. I may not have much, but everything I have is yours. We’ll figure this out together.”

A man holding a baby | Source: Midjourney

A man holding a baby | Source: Midjourney

That night, Lucas made a makeshift crib from an old wooden crate, lining it with soft blankets. He placed it next to his bed, unable to bear the thought of the child being alone in another room.

As moonlight filtered through the window, he watched Matias’s chest steadily rise and fall.

“I promise you,” he whispered, reaching down to touch the baby’s velvet cheek, “I’ll be the father you deserve.”

The baby slept peacefully, one tiny hand still curled around Lucas’s finger, as if already knowing he was home.

A baby holding a man's finger | Source: Pexels

A baby holding a man’s finger | Source: Pexels

Seventeen years passed like leaves on the wind.

The garden grew fuller, nourished by the sound of Matias’s laughter. Every morning, Lucas would wake to find Matias already in the garden, talking to the chickens as he fed them.

“Morning, Dad!” Matias would call out. “Rosa laid two eggs today. She’s your favorite, isn’t she?”

“Just like you’re my favorite son,” Lucas would reply with a wink.

“I’m your only son,” Matias would laugh, the sound warming Lucas’s heart more than any summer sun.

A cheerful teenage boy laughing | Source: Midjourney

A cheerful teenage boy laughing | Source: Midjourney

One morning, as they worked together in the garden, Matias looked up suddenly. “Dad? Remember when you told me about finding me?”

Lucas’s hands stilled on the tomato vines. “Of course.”

“Were you… were you ever sorry? That someone left me here?”

Lucas pulled his son close, soil-covered hands and all. “Matias, you weren’t left here. You were given to me. The greatest gift I’ve ever received.”

“Even greater than when Mom said yes to marrying you?” Matias asked, his voice muffled against Lucas’s shirt.

“She would have loved you to the moon and back,” Lucas said, his voice rough with emotion. “Sometimes I see her in the way you tend to these plants. She had that same gentle touch.”

A cheerful older man smiling | Source: Midjourney

A cheerful older man smiling | Source: Midjourney

Each morning, Lucas watched his son devour breakfast before school, marveling at how the abandoned baby had grown into this bright, energetic young man. Matias’s eyes — so mysterious that first night — now sparkled with intelligence and mischief.

“Dad!” he called, bursting through the door after school. “Coach says I might make team captain next season!”

Lucas looked up from his fishing nets, pride warming his weathered face. “That’s my boy. Your mother would have—” He caught himself, as he sometimes did, speaking of Maria as if she were Matias’s birth mother.

A delighted teenage boy at the doorway | Source: Midjourney

A delighted teenage boy at the doorway | Source: Midjourney

“Tell me about her again?” Matias asked softly. “About how she used to garden? How she’d sing while cooking?”

“Another time, son. These nets won’t mend themselves.”

“You always say that,” Matias teased, grabbing an apple from the bowl. “One day you’ll run out of nets to mend, and then you’ll have to tell me everything.”

“Everything, eh?” Lucas chuckled. “Like how you used to think the chickens laid different colored eggs because they ate rainbow seeds?”

Suddenly, the screech of tires outside cut through their comfortable chatter. Through the window, Lucas watched a sleek red Mercedes pull up. It looked completely out of place in their humble neighborhood, like a peacock in a chicken coop.

A red car outside a cottage | Source: Midjourney

A red car outside a cottage | Source: Midjourney

A tall man in an expensive suit emerged from the car, his shoes too shiny for their dusty street. He approached with purpose, each step measured and confident.

The knock, when it came, seemed to echo through the house.

“Can I help you?” Lucas asked, opening the door just wide enough.

“Mr. Lucas?” The man’s voice was cultured and careful. “I’m Elijah. We need to talk about the boy. I’m here to take him.”

A rich, suited man at a doorway | Source: Midjourney

A rich, suited man at a doorway | Source: Midjourney

The words hit Lucas like a gut punch. He had always lived in constant fear of their peaceful life being shattered. But he never imagined it would happen so quickly.

“Who on earth are you? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, his fingers tightening on the doorframe until his knuckles went white.

“I think you do.” Elijah’s eyes fixed on a point over Lucas’s shoulder. “Hello, Matias.”

“How do you know my name?” Matias stepped forward, despite Lucas’s protective arm.

“Because you’re my nephew and I’ve been looking for you for 17 years.” Elijah’s voice softened. “May I come in? This isn’t a conversation for doorways.”

A startled teenage boy | Source: Midjourney

A startled teenage boy | Source: Midjourney

Lucas felt his legs go weak, but he stepped aside. In the living room, Matias sat close to him on the worn sofa, their shoulders touching.

“You can’t just come in here,” Lucas said, his voice trembling. “You can’t just walk into our lives after 17 years and—”

“Dad,” Matias touched his arm gently. “Let’s hear him out.”

The story spilled out like water from a broken dam. Elijah spoke of his sister — Matias’s mother — of her struggles, her disappearance, and her deathbed confession just weeks ago.

A shocked senior man | Source: Midjourney

A shocked senior man | Source: Midjourney

“She was young and scared,” Elijah explained, his perfectly manicured hands clasped in his lap. “Our father wouldn’t have understood. She ran away with you after her boyfriend, your dad, dumped her, hoping you could have a better life than she could provide at that time.”

“So she left me on a doorstep?” Matias’s voice cracked. “Like I was NOTHING?”

“She watched,” Elijah said softly. “She watched Lucas take you in. Watched from afar as you grew. She chose this house because she’d seen Lucas with his wife, before. She knew you’d be loved here. She told us everything when we found her, after 17 exhausting years.”

A man staring at someone | Source: Midjourney

A man staring at someone | Source: Midjourney

“You have to understand,” Elijah continued, turning to Lucas, “he’s all we have left of her. And there’s so much waiting for him. The best schools, connections, opportunities. A life beyond…” he gestured at their modest surroundings.

“This life,” Lucas interrupted, his voice fierce, “has been filled with more love than any luxurious mansion could hold.”

“Dad, please,” Matias whispered, squeezing his hand.

A distressed older man holding his head | Source: Midjourney

A distressed older man holding his head | Source: Midjourney

“He’s right though, isn’t he?” Lucas’s voice broke. “You deserve more than fish nets and vegetable gardens. More than an old man’s company.”

“He deserves a better life,” Elijah chimed in.

“I want to go,” Matias said softly after a long silence.

Lucas turned, stung. The words felt like Maria dying all over again.

“Son—”

An emotional teenage boy with his eyes downcast | Source: Midjourney

An emotional teenage boy with his eyes downcast | Source: Midjourney

“Just to know them. To understand.” Matias’s eyes pleaded for understanding. “I’ll come back, Dad. I promise. I need to know where I came from to know where I’m going.”

“Of course you will.” Lucas forced the words past the lump in his throat. “This is your home. It always will be.”

The goodbye was quick, too quick for 17 years of love. Lucas helped pack a bag, his hands shaking as he folded Matias’s favorite blue sweater, the one he’d saved three months of fishing money to buy.

An emotional man holding a blue sweater | Source: Midjourney

An emotional man holding a blue sweater | Source: Midjourney

“The garden,” Matias said suddenly, pausing at the door. “Don’t let it die while I’m gone. Mom’s roses especially.”

Lucas nodded, not trusting his voice.

“I’ll call every day,” Matias promised, hugging him fiercely. “Every single day. And I’ll be back before you know it.”

Lucas stood in the doorway, watching the red Mercedes disappear, taking his heart with it. The last thing he saw was Matias’s face turned backward, watching him through the rear window, pressing his hand against the glass.

A boy sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

A boy sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

Days blurred together. And the silence around Lucas grew heavier with each passing week.

Matias’s calls came regularly at first, full of wonder at his new world. Then, less frequently, shorter, until they felt like conversations with a stranger.

The vegetables ripened and died on the vine. Lucas couldn’t bear to pick them up without Matias’s help. Even the chickens seemed to miss him. Rosa wouldn’t lay eggs for days, and the others pecked listlessly at their feed.

“He’s not coming back, is he, girl?” Lucas murmured to Rosa one morning. “Can’t blame him. Who’d choose this hut over the castle they’re offering him?”

A sad older man hugging a chicken | Source: Midjourney

A sad older man hugging a chicken | Source: Midjourney

Every night, he’d sit in Matias’s room, looking at the soccer trophies, the school photos, and the little seashell collection they’d gathered together over the years.

“He’s living the life he deserves,” Lucas told Maria’s picture each night. “The life you’d have wanted for our own. But God, I miss him. Miss him like I miss you.”

The house felt bigger somehow. And emptier. The silence was no longer peaceful but oppressive. Lucas found himself talking to the chickens more, just to hear a voice — any voice — in the yard.

A teary-eyed older man sitting in a chair | Source: Midjourney

A teary-eyed older man sitting in a chair | Source: Midjourney

Then, one evening, a knock came at the door as Lucas sat staring at his untouched dinner. Different from that first time. Softer, uncertain.

He opened the door to find Matias standing there, shoulders slumped and eyes red.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Matias said simply. “The beds are too soft and the house is too big. Everything’s too much and not enough.”

“Son, what are you—”

A heartbroken boy holding his head | Source: Midjourney

A heartbroken boy holding his head | Source: Midjourney

“They’re nice, Dad. They’re my blood. But you’re…” Matias’s voice broke. “You’re my FATHER! The only one I’ve ever needed. The only one I’ll ever need. I can’t be without you.”

“The chickens have been clucking your name all day!” Lucas joked, wiping away a tear.

“Just the chickens?” Matias managed a watery smile.

Tears welled in Lucas’s eyes as he looked at his son, his heart overflowing with love and pride. “What about your uncle?”

An emotional older man crying | Source: Midjourney

An emotional older man crying | Source: Midjourney

“Don’t worry, Dad. I’m sure he’ll come for me again. But this time, I’m not leaving you… no matter what.”

Lucas pulled him close, feeling the tears soaking into his shirt. “Welcome home, son! Welcome home.”

As they walked into the house, Matias looked around, his face glowing with nostalgia and relief. He took Lucas’s hand, holding it tightly as if to make up for the weeks they’d been apart. They knew they were all each other needed.

Silhouette of a man with a teenage boy | Source: Midjourney

Silhouette of a man with a teenage boy | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

O senhorio da minha filha armou uma cilada para que ela pudesse ser despejada e aumentar o aluguel – nós lhe ensinamos uma lição inteligente

Quando o telefone de Jason toca no meio da noite, ele encontra sua filha chorando. Durante a conversa, ele descobre que o senhorio dela está forçando-a a sair de seu lugar. Jason decide dar uma lição ao senhorio…

Recebi a ligação tarde da noite; foi tão inesperado que atendi sem nem pensar em quem poderia estar do outro lado. Grogue, cliquei no ícone verde e segurei meu telefone no ouvido.

Um homem dormindo | Fonte: Midjourney

Um homem dormindo | Fonte: Midjourney

“Papai”, Lily, minha filha, soluçou em meu ouvido.

“O que há de errado?”, perguntei, sentando-me imediatamente e colocando meus pés em meus chinelos. “Diga-me, Lily, o que está acontecendo?”

Uma jovem chateada | Fonte: Midjourney

Uma jovem chateada | Fonte: Midjourney

“Meu senhorio descobriu que eu ganhei um aumento no trabalho. Eu estava sentado na varanda com Nolan, e nós estávamos rindo sobre isso e brindando. E, claro, ele ouviu da casa da frente. Desde então, ele continua falando sobre reformas e aluguel mais alto.”

“Ok”, eu disse lentamente, tentando entender apesar da tontura causada pelo sono.

Um close-up de um homem mais velho | Fonte: Midjourney

Um close-up de um homem mais velho | Fonte: Midjourney

Claro, era uma maneira nojenta de ganhar dinheiro às custas das pessoas, mas não era algo para chorar.

“Mas querida, por que você está chorando?”, perguntei, tentando manter minha voz firme.

Tudo em mim queria correr para minha filha. Mas eu não faria nada até que ela me desse uma razão para isso.

Uma jovem chateada | Fonte: Midjourney

Uma jovem chateada | Fonte: Midjourney

“Depois que não tive nenhuma reação ao aumento do aluguel, ele secretamente jogou alguns recipientes químicos velhos e proibidos no meu quintal e então me acusou de violar o contrato de locação ao armazenar materiais perigosos na propriedade”, disse ela.

“O quê?”, explodi. “Isso é ilegal!”

Numerosos recipientes de plástico | Fonte: Unsplash

Numerosos recipientes de plástico | Fonte: Unsplash

“E ele me deu dois dias para me mudar”, ela continuou.

Eu estava furioso. Minha filha tinha transformado aquele quintal de um terreno árido em um oásis florido. Ela colocou seu coração em cada planta, cada flor e cada vegetal.

Um lindo espaço ao ar livre | Fonte: Unsplash

Um lindo espaço ao ar livre | Fonte: Unsplash

Ela sempre foi assim. Lily não era o tipo de criança que ficava sentada dentro de casa brincando com seus brinquedos. Ela preferia ficar do lado de fora e sujar as mãos, tentando descobrir como as coisas cresciam.

“Isso é muito divertido, pai”, ela me disse um dia, quando eu estava cortando a grama e a pequena Lily estava plantando flores.

Uma menina em um jardim | Fonte: Unsplash

Uma menina em um jardim | Fonte: Unsplash

“Tem algumas minhocas ali”, ela disse, apontando. “Mas eu ainda plantei as mudas de qualquer forma.”

A mãe dela odiava isso. Ela queria que Lily tivesse roupas recém-passadas, unhas limpas e cabelos que ficassem no lugar.

“Você precisa parar de permitir esse comportamento, Jason”, minha esposa, Jenna, dizia. “Incentive-a a ser uma mocinha.”

Uma menina feliz em pé em cima de uma cama | Fonte: Midjourney

Uma menina feliz em pé em cima de uma cama | Fonte: Midjourney

“Nem pensar, Jenna”, eu sempre dizia. “Deixe essa doce garota ser ela mesma.”

Agora, depois de tudo que Lily fez para tornar seu jardim seu próprio espaço, tudo que eu queria fazer era tentar poupar seu trabalho duro.

Uma menina subindo em uma árvore | Fonte: Pexels

Uma menina subindo em uma árvore | Fonte: Pexels

“Não se preocupe, querida”, eu disse, com um plano já se formando em minha mente.

“Como, pai?” ela perguntou.

“Porque nós resolveremos isso. E faremos isso juntos.”

Um homem mais velho sorridente | Fonte: Midjourney

Um homem mais velho sorridente | Fonte: Midjourney

Na noite seguinte, apareci na casa de Lily com minha caminhonete e alguns amigos. Estávamos armados com lanternas e uma dose saudável de raiva justificada.

“Certo, rapazes”, eu disse. “Vamos fazer isso pela minha filha. Vamos dar uma lição ao Jack. Que, como senhorio, você não pode sair por aí tirando vantagem de mulheres jovens.”

Um grupo de homens mais velhos | Fonte: Midjourney

Um grupo de homens mais velhos | Fonte: Midjourney

Nós meticulosamente desmontamos todo o refúgio no quintal que Lily montou.

“Pai?” Lily perguntou quando percebeu que estávamos lá. “O que está acontecendo?”

“Oi, querida”, eu disse. “Vamos dar uma lição ao seu senhorio. Ele não pode fazer isso. Então, vamos desmontar tudo. Vou levar suas plantas para casa também.”

Ferramentas em um banco | Fonte: Midjourney

Ferramentas em um banco | Fonte: Midjourney

Lily bocejou e se espreguiçou.

“Vou deixar você com isso, pai”, ela disse. “Vou descansar um pouco e depois voltar a arrumar o lugar quando o sol nascer. Vou ficar com Nolan até encontrar um lugar. Ele vai chegar aqui com mais caixas em breve.”

“Continue”, eu disse. “Nós ficaremos quietos, eu prometo.”

Uma jovem cansada | Fonte: Midjourney

Uma jovem cansada | Fonte: Midjourney

Enquanto trabalhávamos, cada planta carinhosamente cuidada, cada canteiro meticulosamente construído, desaparecia. Quando terminamos, o jardim outrora florescente estava reduzido a um pedaço de terra desolado, um contraste gritante com as fotos exuberantes que Jack, o proprietário, já havia postado para o novo anúncio.

Uma foto de listagem de casa | Fonte: Midjourney

Uma foto de listagem de casa | Fonte: Midjourney

“Obrigado, rapazes”, eu disse. “Vocês podem ir embora. Eu só ajudo Lily a fazer as malas. Vou pegar minha caminhonete mais tarde, Malcolm.”

Eu não tinha terminado. Ainda havia mais trabalho a ser feito.

Dentro da casa, reorganizamos os móveis para destacar todos os defeitos.

Uma mulher cercada por caixas | Fonte: Midjourney

Uma mulher cercada por caixas | Fonte: Midjourney

As rachaduras nas paredes não foram escondidas pelas obras de arte de Lily. Os azulejos faltantes foram deixados expostos, sem nenhum utensílio de cozinha para cobri-los.

“Não há nada que possa ser feito sobre o mofo do teto do banheiro”, Lily me disse. “Mas eu tenho dito ao senhorio que precisávamos resolver isso.”

Rachaduras em uma parede | Fonte: Midjourney

Rachaduras em uma parede | Fonte: Midjourney

Substituímos todas as lâmpadas por outras branco-azuladas muito brilhantes, fazendo com que todo o lugar parecesse sombrio e pouco convidativo.

Enquanto trabalhávamos, Lily e eu conversamos sobre o tempo que ela passou na casa.

Um homem carregando uma caixa | Fonte: Midjourney

Um homem carregando uma caixa | Fonte: Midjourney

“Lembro-me de quando me mudei pela primeira vez”, disse ela, com um toque de nostalgia na voz. “O quintal era só terra e concreto. E eu não achava que alguma coisa pudesse crescer aqui. Mas eventualmente cresceu. E toda vez que sentia saudades de casa, eu vinha aqui e plantava algo novo ou cuidava do que quer que estivesse crescendo.”

“E você fez isso acontecer”, respondi sorrindo. “Você transformou isso em um paraíso.”

Uma jovem plantando | Fonte: Midjourney

Uma jovem plantando | Fonte: Midjourney

Ela suspirou.

“Parece tão injusto. Eu fiz tudo certo, e ele ainda encontrou uma maneira de estragar tudo.”

“Não vamos deixá-lo vencer”, assegurei a ela. “Isso é só um revés. Você tem uma nova aventura esperando por você. O lugar do Nolan é uma boa parada por enquanto, mas sei que ele está falando sério sobre você. Talvez uma nova casa juntos seja o próximo passo.”

Um pai e uma filha sorridentes | Fonte: Midjourney

Um pai e uma filha sorridentes | Fonte: Midjourney

Saí da casa da minha filha confiante de que o senhorio dela me acordaria muito bem no dia seguinte.

“Pai, você pode vir aqui?”, Lily me pediu no telefone naquela manhã. “Por favor, esteja aqui quando eu tiver que entregar as chaves para Jack.”

“Chego aí em breve”, eu disse, passando manteiga na minha fatia de torrada.

Torrada com manteiga em um prato | Fonte: Midjourney

Torrada com manteiga em um prato | Fonte: Midjourney

Lily estava me pedindo para guardar os sapatos dela em uma caixa quando Jack entrou furioso.

“Que diabos, Lily?” ele exigiu. “Onde estão as plantas? As flores? As fotos online mostram claramente como esse lugar deveria ser!”

Ele suspirou profundamente, seu rosto ficando da cor de um tomate particularmente maduro.

Um velho chocado | Fonte: Midjourney

Um velho chocado | Fonte: Midjourney

Lily, a imagem da inocência, piscou para ele.

“Que plantas, Jack?”, ela perguntou. “O quintal sempre foi assim, você não percebeu?”

Ela gesticulou em direção ao local desolado, com um sorriso malicioso nos lábios.

Jack, pego em flagrante com seu plano enganoso, balbuciou algumas ameaças incoerentes sobre danos à propriedade. Eu intervim, apontando para as falhas expostas.

Um quintal desolado | Fonte: Midjourney

Um quintal desolado | Fonte: Midjourney

“Você quer falar sobre danos?” Eu disse, minha voz fria.

“Vamos discutir as rachaduras nas paredes, os azulejos faltando e o mofo no banheiro. Você consegue ver tudo claramente agora, não consegue?”

Os olhos de Jack se arregalaram quando ele olhou para o banheiro.

“Isto é claramente sabotagem!” ele gritou.

Um close-up de um homem mais velho | Fonte: Midjourney

Um close-up de um homem mais velho | Fonte: Midjourney

“Não”, respondi, pegando as fotos que tirei quando Lily se mudou.

“Era exatamente assim que o lugar era quando ela se mudou. Se alguma coisa, está mais arrumado agora. Não falta nada, Jack.”

Jack tentou recuperar a compostura, mas os três casais que vieram para a visita naquela tarde viram a casa em seu estado bruto e desagradável. Todos eles foram embora sem fazer um requerimento.

Uma jovem sorridente | Fonte: Midjourney

Uma jovem sorridente | Fonte: Midjourney

Enquanto isso, depois de alguns meses, Lily encontrou um novo lugar com um senhorio que apreciava seu polegar verde, não apenas o potencial de lucro. Conforme minha filha se acomodava em sua nova casa, não pude deixar de me sentir orgulhosa.

Lily e eu estávamos sentados em sua nova varanda, olhando para o quintal espaçoso que logo se tornaria seu próximo projeto de jardinagem.

Um homem mais velho sorridente | Fonte: Unsplash

Um homem mais velho sorridente | Fonte: Unsplash

“Pai, não tenho palavras para agradecer”, ela disse, com os olhos brilhando de alívio e excitação. “Eu estava tão assustada, mas você sabia exatamente o que fazer.”

Sorri, apertando a mão dela enquanto balançávamos no balanço da varanda. “Você fez a parte difícil, garota. Você o enfrentou. E agora, você tem um novo começo.”

Um balanço de varanda | Fonte: Unsplash

Um balanço de varanda | Fonte: Unsplash

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