When Tom’s parents died, his brother, Dylan, left him at an orphanage with a promise: “I’ll COME BACK FOR YOU.” But Dylan vanished, and for 23 years, Tom waited for answers. A chance meeting brought them face-to-face, uncovering a truth that shook Tom and forced him to make an impossible choice.
There’s a haunting loneliness that comes from being forgotten by the one person who’s supposed to protect you. I know it well. I was four years old when I lost everything. My parents died in a car crash on a chilly autumn morning.
I don’t remember much about that day — the screech of tires, a stranger lifting me out of my parents’ crumpled car, and the way my brother Dylan held me close as I cried into his shirt. He was 18, my protector, and my hero. I thought he’d always be there.
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The next few weeks were a blur of adults talking in hushed voices, courtrooms that smelled like old books, and, eventually, the orphanage.
I remember clinging to Dylan’s hand as we walked into the gray, cold building. It smelled like disinfectant and sadness. The director greeted us with a tired smile, but I barely noticed her. My eyes were on Dylan. And my heart was silently pleading: “Please… please don’t leave me here, brother.”
“Everything’s going to be fine, Tommy,” he said, crouching down so we were face-to-face. His voice was steady, but his hands trembled a little. “I just need to sort out the paperwork for guardianship, okay? I promise I’ll take you home as soon as it’s done. You’ll come live with me.”
“You promise?” I asked, my voice small and shaky, my glistening eyes bearing volumes of a grief no child should bear.
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“Hey, look at me,” he whispered, gripping my shoulders. “I’m your big brother. I would never, ever abandon you. Those papers are just a formality. Just hold on tight, Tommy. I’ll move heaven and earth to get you out of here.”
“Promise?” I asked.
The orphanage director watched us quietly, her gaze soft but knowing… as if she’d heard such promises countless times before.
“I swear,” he said, ruffling my hair. “I’ll visit you every single day. Tomorrow, okay? Just wait for me.”
And that was the last time I saw Dylan.
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The first few days, I waited by the window in the orphanage’s playroom, watching every car that pulled up.
I refused to play with the other kids, convinced Dylan would walk through the door any minute.
But he didn’t come.
I asked the director about him every morning. “Has my brother called? Did he leave a message?”
She’d smile sadly and shake her head. “Not yet, Tom. Maybe tomorrow.”
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“But he promised,” I’d insist, my voice cracking with desperation. “He looked me in the eye and swore he’d come back! Why would he lie to me?”
“Sometimes grown-ups have complicated lives, Tommy,” she’d respond, her hand trembling slightly as she touched my shoulder. “Sometimes promises get tangled up in grown-up problems.”
“I don’t care about grown-up problems!” I’d shout, tears streaming down my face. “He’s my brother. He’s supposed to protect me! He’s my only family.”
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Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Slowly, the hope that burned so brightly in my little chest began to flicker. By the time a year had passed, it had gone out completely.
Eventually, I was adopted by a kind but struggling family. They gave me a roof over my head and taught me to work hard for everything I wanted. But they couldn’t erase the ache of abandonment and memories that refused to fade.
I threw myself into schoolwork, determined to prove I was worth something.
Years drifted by, like leaves on a gentle breeze. I graduated high school with honors, earned a full scholarship to college, and built a life for myself. At 27, I was managing a division of a chemical company, married to a wonderful woman, and living a life I was proud of.
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But deep in my heart, there was a scar that never healed… a scar from 23 years ago.
It was my wife, Lily, who suggested we take a vacation to Miami. “You’ve been working nonstop,” she said. “Let’s unwind… just the two of us.”
A week later, we were checking into a small beachfront hotel, the salty breeze and sound of waves already working their magic on my frayed nerves.
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On our second day, we wandered into a tiny convenience store to grab some snacks. I was browsing the shelves when Lily nudged me.
“Tom, look at that cashier’s name badge.”
I turned, and my breath caught in my throat. The badge read “DYLAN.”
My eyes traveled up to the face behind the counter — a face I’d almost forgotten. But there it was. The same piercing blue eyes, and the familiar scar above his left eyebrow.
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“Oh my God,” I whispered, gripping her arm. “Is that really HIM?” I couldn’t speak again. My heart was thundering in my ears, a storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm me.
“Do you want me to go with you?” Lily asked softly, her hand squeezing mine.
“No,” I managed to choke out. “This is something I need to do alone.”
I felt like a child again, frozen in place, torn between disbelief and a desperate, irrational hope. Then, with slow, deliberate steps, I approached the man seemingly in his early forties.
“Hi, BROTHER,” I said, my voice trembling with 23 years of unspoken pain and longing. “Have you forgotten about the little brother you so easily abandoned at the orphanage?”
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The cashier’s head snapped up. He stared at me, his mouth opening and closing like he couldn’t find the words.
“TOM?” he finally whispered, his face going pale.
“How did you—” he continued, but before he could finish, his eyes rolled back, and he clutched his chest.
“CALL 911!” his coworker screamed.
Chaos erupted around me, but all I could see was my brother collapsing to the floor. I rode with Dylan in the ambulance, my hands gripping the edges of the stretcher as the paramedics worked to stabilize him.
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“Hang in there,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I’m not losing you again.”
Lily followed in our rental car. At the hospital, I paced the hallway outside the emergency room, replaying our brief interaction over and over. How had it come to this?
Finally, a doctor emerged. “He’s stable for now,” he said. “It looks like he had a mild heart attack, but he’s going to be okay.”
Relief flooded through me. When I stepped into Dylan’s room, he looked smaller than I remembered.
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“You’re alive,” I said, exhaling sharply. “Good. Now explain to me why you abandoned me.”
He flinched. “Tom, I—”
“Don’t,” I snapped, my voice rising with decades of suppressed anger. “You made a ‘promise.’ A promise that meant EVERYTHING to a four-year-old boy who had just lost his entire world!”
Dylan’s hands shook as he tried to speak. “I was young. Scared. I thought I was doing the right thing.”
“The right thing?” I laughed bitterly. “Leaving your baby brother in an orphanage was the right thing? I waited for you, Dylan. EVERY SINGLE DAY. I believed in you. Why did you betray me? WHY?”
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“I sold the house,” he said quietly, his eyes fixed on the blanket. “I thought I could start over in Miami with my girlfriend. But the money ran out fast, and she left me. I’ve been working dead-end jobs ever since.”
His words hit me like a punch to the gut. “So you left me to rot in that orphanage because you wanted a fresh start?”
“Tom, I was 18,” he said, his voice cracking. “I didn’t know how to take care of myself, let alone you.”
I shook my head, the anger and pain I’d buried for decades bubbling to the surface. “I needed you, Dylan. You were all I had left, and you LEFT ME.”
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“I’m sorry,” he whispered, tears streaming down his face. “I’ve regretted it every single day of my life.”
I completely lost it then and there. “Your sorry won’t mend my heart, Dylan. Goodbye.”
I turned and walked out, his broken sobs echoing in my ears.
In the hallway, a doctor stopped me. “Sir, we did a more detailed examination. Your brother has cancer. He needs surgery immediately, but it’s expensive. I thought you should know.”
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The words were like ice water, jolting me out of my fury. But instead of going back, I walked straight out of the hospital. I didn’t stop until I was back in our hotel room. Lily took one look at me and knew something was wrong.
“What happened?” she asked gently.
“He abandoned me,” I said, my voice flat. “And now he needs me to save him. He’s dying, Lily. He has cancer.”
She placed a hand on mine. “What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know,” I said. But even as the words left my mouth, I knew they weren’t true.
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For days, I wrestled with my conscience. Dylan had betrayed me in the worst way, but could I live with myself if I turned my back on him now?
Finally, I made my decision.
When I walked back into Dylan’s hospital room, he looked up in surprise. “Tom?”
I pulled up a chair and sat down. “I’ll pay for the surgery,” I said. “Because I’m not like you, Dylan. I can’t leave you in trouble, no matter what you did to me.”
His eyes, bloodshot and weary, locked onto mine. “Why?” he whispered, his voice cracking. “After everything I put you through, why would you help me?”
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“Because abandoning someone isn’t a one-time act,” I said, my voice cold and measured. “It’s a wound that keeps reopening. Every time I thought I’d healed, the memory of being left behind would slice through me again.”
He broke down, tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “For everything. For abandoning you. For failing you.”
“Sorry?” I leaned closer, my anger barely contained. “Sorry doesn’t erase 23 years of loneliness. Sorry doesn’t give me back the childhood I lost. Sorry doesn’t replace the birthdays without a family, the Christmases without a brother.”
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I let out a shaky breath as I tossed wads of money onto his bed. “I forgive you, Dylan. But forgiveness doesn’t mean forgetting. Take this and save yourself. This is the least I can do for the brother I… never had. We’re done. Our paths diverge here. GOODBYE.”
He nodded, too overcome with emotion to speak, his trembling hands gripping the hospital bed’s railing. I rose and walked out of the room, the weight on my chest feeling a little lighter.
I’d done the right thing. I couldn’t change the past, but I wouldn’t let it define my future.
Dylan and I never saw each other again. But there were no more regrets.
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17 Nannies Whose Adventures Could Fill a Best-Selling Novel
Some people view nannying as a simple job. Tasks like feeding children, reading them stories, and putting them to bed seem routine. However, that’s not always true. The people featured in our article shared their experiences caring for other people’s children, and now we wouldn’t dream of calling this profession dull.
I was 13 and was babysitting my neighbors’ kids. It was my first time, so the parents walked me through all the rules about the bathroom, TV, food, bedtime, etc. Just as the parents were taking off for the night, the mom came back in and whispered to me, “Don’t go into the basement.” As a teenager in the 80s, my mind went to all of the scariest movies that had basements. I avoided the door to the basement all night until I had put the kids to bed.
Then I walked slowly to the door and put my ear against it. I heard what sounded like whimpering. And then it sounded like sad laughing. I ran to the couch and started watching TV to get my mind off of it, but then I heard something fall in the basement and knew someone was down there. I really don’t know how I got the courage/stupidity to do it, but I went over and opened the door. The whining instantly got louder.
I went down just 3 or 4 stairs, so I could peek down… and I saw… a goat. Not a ghost. A goat. As soon as the goat saw me, he started bleating loudly. It scared me. I went upstairs, and the goat was still bleating loudly, so much that it woke up the kids.
The oldest girl came out and said, “Did you open the door to the basement?” I said, “Yeah, why?” She said, “When you do that, Carlos thinks you’re going to feed him, and he starts yelling.” Thank god I knew it was a goat first, because if she had said that before I went down, I would’ve thought Carlos was some kidnapped person in the basement who would yell for food.
It was very funny to me. The mom came home and I told her what happened, and she almost died laughing. They were repairing the goat pen and had to keep him in the basement for a few days. I still remember every moment of that night vividly. © Unknown author / RedditIn my early twenties, I would babysit a set of twins on the weekend once in a while. Their mom was super beautiful, and she was always going on dates.
One night, she told me she met a guy and was going on a date with him. She left at 6 and said she’d be back around midnight. Well, pushing 1 a.m., I’m thinking maybe she’s running late. 2 a.m., 3 a.m… I’m calling and calling her and finally her phone just goes to voice mail. I wake up, and it’s 7 a.m. and she still isn’t back.
I finally found the grandparent’s number in an address book. I call her parents, and they don’t even seem phased. They just seem annoyed like this is business as usual but tell me they’ll be over to sit with the twins, so I can leave. I call the non-emergency police number and explain what’s going on and that the grandparents are on their way.
I stick around for another hour, and then she pulls up wearing a men’s t-shirt, and heels, and she’s laughing. She says jokingly, “Oh my god! Call the police!” I never sat for her again. She just ended up staying with the guy all night and turned her phone off so she couldn’t be bothered. She truly thought I’d dismiss it like it was no big deal. © Kikabennet / Reddit
- The dad of the kids I watched liked me on Tinder. Then, when I told his wife, and she didn’t believe me, he convinced her that “his Facebook was hacked.” The kids were almost always wonderful. © marymoon77 / Reddit
- I work as a nanny in the family of a big businessman. At first, I worked several times a week, then I started living in their house. The head of the family works almost round the clock, his wife doesn’t notice anything but clothes, spas, and fitness.
Yesterday, their 5-year-old son stole money from his father’s safe, came to me, and said we should run away together. I returned the money immediately, but how to explain to a child why I love him more than his mother, I don’t know… © Overheard / Ideer - I’m a nanny, and I heard her first word (it was hippo). But the family won’t ever know that. Some secrets are better to keep. © positivityfox / Reddit
- First babysitting job at 13. Four kids. My parents gave me a whole fresh salmon to COOK and serve the kids. I learned that day that salmon has pin bones when I had to pull some out of the 3-year-old’s throat while simultaneously calling my parents down the road because I didn’t know what to do, as he was coughing and gasping for air. He was fine, but I think I lost 10 years of my life that day. © nah2daysun / Reddit
- A lady tried to dump 2 extra kids on me without paying when she realized I was babysitting her neighbor’s kids. Her rationale was that I was already babysitting 2 kids and 2 more wasn’t that much, so I should watch her kids for free and let them eat her neighbor’s food. © CaptDeliciousPants / Reddit
- I’m not a nanny, but I’ve been babysitting a girl on and off from when she was 5 to 7 now.
Her: What is that?
Me: Pineapple
Her: Oh, I’ve never had pineapple.
Me: Do you want to try it?
She does this about everything, too. I asked her mom if she had ever had pineapple, and she was like of course, she has! Then I realized she was just trying to eat my food. © Kacidillaa / Reddit - I nannied for a wealthy couple, and the husband had a study in the house that the wife joked about never being allowed in. Now, I’m nosy, and I was curious about why you wouldn’t let someone in a study, especially since it looked like a fairly normal room: big desk, walls covered in bookshelves, books of architecture everywhere.
So one day I just roamed around in there. I didn’t find anything, and I was kinda disappointed, but then I grabbed a book off one of the shelves. The thing had money pressed between its pages — about $500 if I had to guess. Picked up another book, and found the same thing.
I think I checked like ten different books, and every single one had money hidden in it. Still not sure if the dude was just paranoid about banks or if he was intentionally hiding money from his wife. © Unknown author / Reddit - I babysat two neighbor kids one time. I had a lot of experience babysitting, but it was my first time with this particular family. The little boy was about 5, and the little girl was maybe 7. Their parents left very specific instructions for bedtime, and they were kept on a very strict schedule. I thankfully had my best friend with me at the time, we were probably 15.
Bedtime came around, and after several warnings, we told them it was time to get upstairs, get into PJs, and carry on with their bedtime routine. They went ballistic. The little boy started tearing the cushions off their leather couch, tossing them everywhere, and biting a hole in the arm of the couch. While I was trying to deal with him, my best friend was trying to get the little girl upstairs when she ran into the kitchen, dumped their entire mop bucket of dirty water on the floor, and started sliding around in it. As soon as the couch-chewer saw the fun his sister was having, he joined in.
I ended up calling my mom for reinforcement, and never babysat for that family again. © soxxyrocks / Reddit
- So the father of the kid works for a major athletic apparel company, and every year they need to test the upcoming year’s potential pieces. To do that, the company sends one of every potential piece to all female employees and female spouses.
Well, the mother is pregnant right now and can’t fit into any of the items, so the father made me a cup of tea and asked me to sit down in the living room (what he does whenever he wants to talk to me about something) and says, “I know we’re not paying you to do this, but would you be willing to test all of the sample pieces my company sent me? You can keep them afterward.”
Yes! Y’all, no kidding, he just handed me 6 boxes of athletic clothing that have to total thousands of dollars. © pineappleprincesspie / Reddit - I was in the living room, watching Sister, Sister,when all of a sudden I heard a man say, “Hello.” I check the front door and look out the window at the driveway, the parents aren’t home. Go upstairs and check the kids, they’re both still in bed.
Go back downstairs, and hear it again, from the darkened dining room, “Hello, I am Armando.” They had a parrot. © Unknown author / Reddit - I only babysat once, and it was nothing horrible. These people had a huge rich house, and everything looked great, but when it was time for the kids’ bed, I figured I’d read them a bedtime story. I searched through that magnificent house and couldn’t find a single solitary book. © TRIGMILLION / Reddit
- So, it is that time of the month for me. I go into the bathroom, and while unwrapping a feminine hygiene product, the kid yells from outside the door, “I can hear you eating candy in there!” It made my day and made me wish that I was eating candy. © HalleysComet5 / Reddit
- I was working as a nanny, and the children’s mother once told me, “My husband doesn’t think we should pay you for when the girls are sleeping…” They were 4 months and 2 years old.
I was a junior in high school and responded, “Okay, so should I duck out once I tuck them in?” I wouldn’t have done that, but I think at that point she realized how ridiculous her request was. © reckate / Reddit - I had a phone interview with a mom that went well, so we met in person for a second interview with her husband and 4 children. It went well until she explained her nanny was fired for having an affair with her husband and how their new nanny needed better morals and to limit her interaction with her husband (who was sitting there the whole time with us).
I’ve never felt more awkward in my whole life as she told me that I’m pretty but thankfully not his type as he just nodded his head. I just find it irritating how it’s the nanny’s fault when her husband also had the affair, and how the nanny needs morals when her husband doesn’t. So yeah, definitely not accepting this job! © thisisdevon- / Reddit
Working as a regular nanny is challenging enough, so imagine being a nanny for a royal family. There are strict rules to follow, such as being allowed to wear only specific types of jewelry.
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