When Anna’s husband walked through the door holding a crying baby, her world was turned upside down. Years later, the child she raised as her own is faced with a life-changing choice.
The smell of garlic and onions filled the small kitchen as I stirred a pot of soup. It had been a long day, and I was trying to distract myself by making dinner. The house seemed too quiet, as it often was.
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My husband, David, was late home again, but I wasn’t surprised. His job as a delivery driver can be demanding. I wiped my hands on a towel and glanced at the clock.
“Seven thirty,” I said.
The garage door rumbled open, and I felt a thrill of relief. David was finally home. But then I heard something strange. A baby crying.
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I frowned, quickly wiping my hands. We didn’t have children. We tried countless times until we discovered I couldn’t get pregnant.
“David?” I shouted, heading for the front door.
When I stepped into the hallway, I froze. There he was, standing in the doorway, holding a baby wrapped in a soft gray blanket.
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“Hello,” he said, his voice trembling.
“David…” My eyes fell on the small face emerging from the blanket. “What’s going on?”
“It’s a baby,” he replied.
“I can see that,” I said. “But why are you holding a baby?”
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“I found it,” David said softly. “On our doorstep.”
“Wait. Someone left a baby on our doorstep? Like in some kind of… I don’t know… movie or something?”
“I’m serious, Anna,” he said. “There were no words, nothing. Just him.”
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David adjusted the blanket again. “He was so cold, Anna. I couldn’t leave him outside.”
“Let me look,” I said.
David hesitated, but finally approached. He pulled back the edge of the blanket, revealing a tiny hand.
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“Anna, are you okay?” David asked, looking at me.
I didn’t answer. My eyes were fixed on the baby’s hand. A small, crescent-shaped birthmark rested near his thumb. My knees began to shake.
“Anna,” David repeated, more urgently. “What’s wrong?”
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“It’s not possible,” I whispered.
Six months ago, my younger sister, Lily, stormed out of my life. The argument was stupid, but the damage it caused wasn’t. She called me domineering; I called her irresponsible. Neither of us apologized.
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When Lily left, she completely disappeared. No calls. No messages. No messages. I had convinced myself she didn’t care, even though I had never stopped thinking about her.
But now, staring at that birthmark, the truth hit me like a wave. This baby wasn’t just any baby.
“It’s Lily’s,” I said.
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David frowns. “What?”
“The birthmark,” I said. “Lily has the same one on her wrist.”
He looked at the baby’s hand, then came back to me. “You mean this baby is your nephew?”
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“But… I didn’t even know Lily was pregnant,” David said.
“Me neither,” I whispered.
A mixture of anger and sadness surged through me. “Why didn’t she tell me? Why is she leaving her baby here?”
David looked as lost as I was. “I don’t know, Anna. But what do we do now?”
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For a while, neither of us spoke.
Then I shook my head. “We need to call someone. The police, maybe. Or social services.”
“Do you really think they’ll take better care of him than we do? He’s family, Anna,” David said.
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For years, I dreamed of holding a baby in my arms. But that wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
The baby let out a soft cry, and David rocked him gently. “Look at him, Anna,” he said. “He’s just a baby. He didn’t ask for anything.”
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I took a deep breath, my mind racing. “If we do this… if we keep him… it’s not just for tonight, David. It’s for life.”
He nodded. “I know.”
I looked back at the baby, her tiny face screwed up with sleep. My heart was pounding, torn between fear and something else—a tiny, fragile hope.
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The years had flown by, but every moment spent with Ethan felt like a gift. At 13, he was tall for his age, with dark curls that always looked unruly and a smile that could light up a room. He called me “Mom” and David “Dad,” and I never tired of hearing it.
Our home was filled with the sound of his laughter, his endless questions, and the occasional thud of a basketball against the garage door. He was a good boy.
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“Ethan!” I called from the kitchen one afternoon. “Don’t forget your lunch. You left it on the counter again!”
“I’ve got it, Mom!” he shouted back.
David appeared behind me, sipping his coffee. “Thirteen,” he said, shaking his head. “It seems like yesterday we found him.”
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I smiled. “He’s the best thing that ever happened to us.”
David leaned down to kiss me on the cheek, but before he could, the doorbell rang.
“I’m going!” Ethan said, already halfway there.
I wiped my hands on a towel and followed him. When Ethan opened the door, I stopped in my tracks.
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Lily stood there, wearing an elegant coat. Her diamond earrings sparkled, and her face, though older, was as vivid as I remembered.
“Anna,” she said in a soft but firm voice. “I need to talk to you.”
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We sat in the living room. Ethan stood nearby, watching his biological mother curiously.
“Ethan,” I said softly, “why don’t you give us a moment?”
He hesitated, then nodded. “Okay, Mom.”
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Lily’s eyes followed him, a mixture of nostalgia and guilt flashing across her face.
“Why are you here, Lily?” I asked.
She looked at me, in tears. “I made a mistake, Anna. A terrible mistake. I should never have left him. I wasn’t ready then, but I am now.”
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I felt my chest tighten. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I want my son back,” she replied. “I can give him everything now. A big house, the best schools, opportunities you can’t even imagine. He deserves it.”
Before I could say anything, Ethan appeared.
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“You’re my biological mother, aren’t you?” he asked bluntly.
Lily blinked, surprised by his question. “Yes,” she said slowly. “I’m your mother. I came to take you home with me.”
Ethan didn’t flinch. “Home? This is my home.”
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Her face softened, and she reached out to touch him. “I know this is sudden, but I can give you so much, Ethan. A better life. A bigger house, the best schools, everything you could want.”
Ethan took a step back. “You think I care about that? You don’t even know me.”
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“You don’t know my favorite food. You don’t know that I’m terrible at spelling but strong at math. You weren’t there when I broke my arm in third grade or when I received my first basketball trophy,” he said.
“Ethan,” I said, but he continued.
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“They were there,” he said, pointing at David and me. “They were there every day. You’re a stranger to me.”
Lily’s eyes glistened with tears. “I know I’ve made mistakes, but I’m your mother, Ethan. That’s a bond that can’t be broken.”
He squared his shoulders. “Family isn’t about blood. It’s about love. And I already have a family. I’m not going anywhere.”
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Lily’s shoulders slumped. She turned to me, her expression a mixture of guilt and resignation.
“You raised him well, Anna,” she said softly. “I can see how much he loves you.”
I nodded. “He’s happy, Lily. That’s all we ever wanted for him.”
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Lily took one last look at Ethan, then turned to leave. When the door closed behind her, Ethan let out a long breath.
“Are you okay?” I asked him, hugging him.
“Yes,” he said. “It’s just… I don’t understand how she could leave me.”
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David joined us. “Sometimes people make mistakes they can’t undo. But we’re here for you, little one. Always.”
A week ago, God rewarded me with my own child. I discovered I was pregnant.
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