The day before Thanksgiving, a single moment upended everything I thought I knew about love, family, and the future I’d planned. An unexpected encounter forced me to make a choice I never saw coming.
My cart was overflowing with everything needed for a perfect Thanksgiving: turkey, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, and even a bouquet of fresh flowers for the centerpiece. It was a ritual I loved, an opportunity to create something warm and special, even if Paul and I weren’t quite in agreement yet on what “special” meant for our future.
As I walked past the baby aisle, I couldn’t help but slow down. The rows of onesies and tiny shoes caught my eye. I imagined the life I so desperately wanted: laughing children, little hands helping set the table. Paul wasn’t keen on having children yet, but I figured he would be one day.
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“I need to get some wine,” Paul said suddenly, pulling me from my thoughts. “Why don’t you finish up here? I’ll meet you at the car.”
“Okay. Don’t be long.”
He leaned down, kissed my cheek lightly, and walked off toward the liquor aisle. Before I could grab the whipped cream from my list, a frantic voice startled me.
“Excuse me! Please, can you hold her for just a minute?”
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I turned to see a woman, her face pale and her gaze shifty. Without waiting for my answer, she placed a small child in my arms.
“I’ll be right back!” she said hurriedly and disappeared down the aisles.
The little girl was so light in my arms, clutching a well-worn stuffed bunny and staring up at me. Her light curls framed her face, giving her an angelic, fragile look.
“Um… hello,” I said, crouching down to her level and gently placing her on her feet. “What’s your name?”
“Ella,” she whispered, hugging her bunny closer.
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“It’s a very beautiful name.
I glanced around, hoping to catch a glimpse of his mother, but the driveway was empty. Minutes ticked by, turning into ten. A feeling of unease settled in the pit of my stomach.
I couldn’t wait any longer, so I walked with Ella to the security desk to ask for help locating her mother. The staff quickly made an announcement over the intercom, but no one came. Ella pressed herself against me.
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“Mom said I’d be spending the holidays with a new mom,” she whispered.
The words hit me like a blow. My throat tightened as I fought back the wave of emotion.
“Lisa?” Paul approached, holding a bottle of wine in one hand and frowning as he watched the scene.
“What’s going on?” he asked, glancing between Ella and me.
I explained quickly, my words tumbling out.
“We have to take him to the police,” Paul said firmly. “They’ll know what to do.”
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I hesitated, looking at Ella. Her small hand still held mine, as if I was the only thing keeping her safe.
“Paul, I…”
“This isn’t something you can fix, Lisa,” he interrupted. “It’s not safe to keep her with us.”
I nodded, feeling a heavy weight settle in my chest as we walked to the car. Ella climbed into the backseat. She didn’t cry or fuss; she just stared quietly out the window at the passing streetlights.
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***
Paul drove in silence. I glanced at Ella. Her small figure looked so vulnerable, huddled in the backseat. With every passing mile, the urge to protect her grew stronger.
“Is that turkey in the bag?” Ella’s small voice breaks the silence.
“Yes,” I said, turning slightly to meet his gaze. “It’s for Thanksgiving dinner.”
“What is Thanksgiving?” she asked, tilting her head as if trying to understand.
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“It’s a holiday where we celebrate everything we’re grateful for,” I explained. “We get together as a family, share a big meal, and spend time together.”
She frowned slightly. “I’ve never had Thanksgiving. Is the turkey any good?”
The simplicity of his question struck me more than I expected.
“The turkey is delicious. And the cranberry sauce too. Have you tried it yet?”
Ella shook her head, hugging the bunny closer. “No. Mom says parties are for other people.”
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My heart ached for her. When the police station came into view, I felt my pulse quicken.
“Paul, pull over,” I said suddenly, pointing to a gas station on the right.
“What?” He glanced at me, his eyebrows furrowing. “We’re almost there, Lisa. Let’s get this over with.”
“Please, Paul. I need a moment to think.”
With a frustrated sigh, he turned into the gas station and parked near the pumps. I unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped out into the crisp November air.
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Paul followed me. “What are you doing?”
“I’m not sure we should take her to the station yet. She’s just a kid, Paul. She’s never had a Thanksgiving meal. She’s never even tasted turkey.”
“And how is that our problem?” he retorts, gesturing toward the car. “Lisa, this is not our responsibility.”
“Maybe not. But doesn’t she deserve a happy night? A night where she feels safe and loved?”
“Are you serious? You want to bring a stranger’s child into our house? Can you even hear yourself?”
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I nodded. At that moment, Paul walked over to the car, opened the back door, and gestured for Ella to get out.
“Paul, wait…” I began, panic rising in my chest.
“Good luck, Lisa,” he said coldly, climbing back into the driver’s seat.
Without another glance, he walked away, leaving Ella and me standing at the gas station.
“It’s going to be okay,” Ella whispered, looking up at me with a brave smile.
His words both shattered and stabilized me. I knew there was no turning back.
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***
Ella and I headed back to the store. As we browsed the aisles, I let her pick out a few more decorations—paper turkeys, bright orange streamers, and even a tiny stuffed turkey that she hugged like it was a long-lost friend.
“Can we have this too?” she asked, pointing to a pack of colorful paper napkins with cartoon pilgrims on them.
“Sure,” I replied with a smile. “Anything else?”
She tilted her head thoughtfully, then grabbed a bag of marshmallows. “These.”
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I couldn’t go back to Paul’s, but luckily I had my own little apartment. It wasn’t festive or particularly grand, but it was mine. So when we got to my apartment, we began the transformation.
Ella’s enthusiasm was contagious as she helped unpack the bags. Later, she insisted on stirring the cranberry sauce, her small hands gripping the wooden spoon tightly as she stood on a stepladder.
“Is it okay?” she asked, looking up at me.
“It’s perfect,” I assured him. “You have a knack for this.”
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The apartment began to glow with the warmth Ella brought into it. When the turkey was finally ready, I carried it to the table, and Ella jumped as if I had presented her with a treasure.
“She’s so fat,” she whispered, her eyes as round as the plates I’d set out.
“Let’s eat!” I said, pulling out a chair for her.
She hesitated, standing by her seat. “It’s like a real Thanksgiving, right?”
“It’s true. The truest I’ve ever had.”
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We sat together, and Ella’s laughter rang out when she tried cranberry sauce for the first time, her face crumpling before she declared it “weird but good.”
Ella sat on the floor, cradling her stuffed turkey and staring at the glowing candles.
“Tomorrow it will be over. I know I can’t stay.”
I knelt beside her, pulling her into my arms. “Ella, I wish you could. But tonight is ours, okay? No one can take it away from us.”
She nodded against my shoulder. “Thank you for today. It was the best day ever.”
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Meanwhile, a sharp knock at the door broke the moment. I opened the door to find two representatives from Child Protective Services standing there. Behind them, Paul stood silently.
The child protective services officer knelt down next to Ella. “Hello, sweetie. We’re here to take you to a safe place.”
Ella’s grip on my arm tightened. “Do I have to go?”
“They’ll take good care of you. I promise.”
Her little hand slipped from mine as they gently led her away. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she kept looking at me, her turkey clutched to her chest.
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***
When the door closed behind the CPS officers, I stood frozen, the emptiness of the apartment settling inside me. Ella’s laughter still echoed faintly in my ears, but the warmth of the evening was gone. I barely registered Paul’s footsteps coming up behind me.
“Well,” he said casually, almost cheerfully. “Let’s go to my place. We can still have the Thanksgiving dinner we had planned.”
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I turned to him slowly. “Paul… are you serious?”
My voice wavered, caught somewhere between disbelief and anger. He frowned slightly, as if he couldn’t quite grasp what was bothering me.
“What? I know tonight was… different, but we can still save it. I’ve got everything ready at home.”
“Paul,” I said, the words sharp, “how can you even think about that right now?”
“Is this about earlier? Look, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have left you like that. I… I overreacted.”
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I stared at him. “Weren’t you thinking clearly? Paul, a little girl needed an evening of love, to feel like someone cared!”
He moved closer, his hands raised in a placating gesture.
“I get it. And I’m sorry. But Lisa, you can’t let this ruin everything. We’re good together just the way we are. Why complicate things with kids?”
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“Paul, this isn’t just about Ella. I’m 36 years old. This is about the family I’ve dreamed of.”
“Lisa, I love you. Isn’t that enough?”
“Not really. Not the way I need us to be.”
“Are you serious, or not?”
“Yes. I am.”
“Guess that’s it then,” Paul muttered as he headed for the door.
I didn’t stop him. The life I had imagined with him was nothing but an illusion.
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***
That night, sleep was impossible. I lay awake, my mind replaying every moment I spent with Ella. In the morning, I went to the CPS and explained my intentions. The social worker warned me about the difficulties.
“These processes take time. It won’t be easy.”
“I’ll wait,” I said without hesitation. “As long as it takes.”
Weeks passed. Finally, on Christmas Eve, the call came. My approval had been finalized. Ella was coming home.
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When I opened the door to see her standing there, her little face breaking into a smile, the weight of the past months disappeared. She rushed into my arms and hugged me tightly.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Welcome home, Ella.”
That night, we decorated a Christmas tree together, stringing lights and hanging ornaments. Ella became my miracle, the heart of all the holidays to come, and the family I had dreamed of for so long.
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