A man is accused of being the father of a baby abandoned on his doorstep and it costs him his marriage and his way of life.
Kyle Greenbecker had spent a year working on an oil pipeline in Alaska, but finally, he was on his way home to his beautiful wife. He and Lisa met in high school, and Kyle had never regretted marrying her at nineteen.
Maybe he was old-fashioned, but Kyle was proud that Lisa was the only woman he’d been intimate with in his life. He didn’t need and didn’t want anyone else. It never occurred to him that Lisa would ever doubt him — and with good reason.
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When his plane landed, Kyle collected his luggage and walked out with the other passengers, scanning the crowd for Lisa’s beloved face, but she wasn’t there to pick him up.
Probably, Kyle thought, she’d been held up at work with some emergency. He sent her a quick text telling her he was on his way home but got no reply. He hopped into an Uber and in an hour he was walking up to his front door.
The lights were on in the lounge, but Lisa wasn’t there. He made his way to the kitchen and stopped in the doorway, stunned. Resting on top of the kitchen table was a bassinet, and Kyle could see a small arm waving aimlessly.
He took a step closer. There was a bassinet with a baby on his kitchen table! The child was looking back at Kyle with that astonished look babies have, and Kyle stared back just as astonished.
Then he saw a folded paper on the table next to the bassinet. He picked it up and unfolded it. Inside was another sheet of paper with a message in a handwriting he didn’t recognize: “You had your fun, now take responsibility for your child.”
Meanwhile, the note addressed to him in Lisa’s elegant script read:
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“Kyle, yesterday I found this child on our doorstep with that note attached. I always suspected you cheated on me during your business trips, but I didn’t hold a grudge on you for that — after all, I had plenty of flings while you were away — but saddling me with someone else’s byblow is too much. I’ve filed for a divorce, and I earnestly hope I will never see you again.
“P.S. And about the baby, don’t worry, I only left when I saw you walk up the drive. Enjoy your life, Kyle, I certainly intend to enjoy mine.”
Kyle sat down and dropped his head in his hands. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. This child wasn’t his, he’d never cheated on Lisa, ever! A soft cooing sound made him raise his head.
The baby was waving its little hand in the air, so Kyle brought his own hand closer and to his surprise, the child grabbed onto his index finger with incredible strength.
“Well, baby,” Kyle said. “I guess it’s just us two, and I don’t know what to do with you!”
The baby cooed again and gurgled, then screwed up his face in an alarming way and turned bright red. “Oh my God!” cried Kyle. “What’s happening?” A certain smell quickly elucidated him.
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Yep, it was diaper time. But was there even a diaper? On the floor next to the table was a large backpack with several snap pockets that he’d never seen before. Kyle found a bewildering array of items inside and the diapers.
He quickly googled diaper change and watched carefully as a woman on YouTube demonstrated on a life-like doll how to change a diaper.
Kyle started following her instructions but things didn’t run that smoothly. The woman’s life-like doll didn’t move its legs, or sink its kicking heels in the stinking and unmentionable contents of the dirty diaper! After wiping the baby clean, Kyle realized it was a girl, and he didn’t know anything about girls!
“I won’t be giving you dating advice,” he told the baby solemnly. “But I can teach you how to ride a bike.”
Kyle realized in that moment that he intended to keep this baby.
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He picked up the freshly diapered baby and said, “You need me, and I guess I need you too. So how about it, kid?”
Kyle once again consulted the YouTube baby-guru to prepare the formula and settled the baby in the crook of his arm for her feed.
“You need a name, you know that? How about… Celeste? Do you like that? Or Lily…”
If anyone had told Kyle that he would settle into fatherhood so easily and so smoothly he would never have believed it. Lily had her moments and her tantrums, but somehow things worked out.
Kyle registered Lily as his child and enrolled her in daycare. For him, her birthday was on the day he’d found her. But it was on Lily’s second birthday that Kyle’s world fell apart.
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A woman knocked on her door. “I’ve come for my baby,” she said. Kyle just looked at her. She was tall, blonde, and thin, with huge breasts that were obviously a product of a plastic surgeon’s art.
“Your what?” Kyle asked.
A real parent is the one who loves and cherishes the child.
“My baby,” she snapped. “I left her here two years ago? Sorry about that, but I was a bit stoned and my boyfriend lives on the next block over and I got confused. You know how it is!”
“Sorry, I don’t know how that is because I’ve never abandoned a child on anyone’s doorstep,” Kyle said coldly. “I’d get a move on if I were you, or I’ll call the police.”
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“Now look here,” the woman said sharply. “I figured I made a mistake about a week later when Burt didn’t take my calls, but now I need that baby!”
“You need her?” asked Kyle angrily. “What do you need her for?”
“Burt just got himself a Major League contract,” the woman said. “And that baby’s gone make sure some of those millions land in my bank account!”
Kyle ran the woman off, but he had a feeling he hadn’t seen the last of her. He was right. A week later he was summoned to family court. A Miss Cherish Vegas was contesting his adoption of baby Lily.
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Suddenly, Kyle was showered with injunctions, was visited by Social Services at odd hours of the day or night, and his friends and co-workers were being questioned. Cherish really meant to get her hands on those millions!
Finally, the day of the hearing arrived. Kyle nervously handed over Lily to the social worker for the duration of the hearing and walked in. Cherish was there, of course, and a tall man with Lily’s blue eyes was on her side of the court. This could only be the famous Burt!
Cherish cried and sniveled and told the judge how much she loved and missed her baby, and how her wild college days (now long past and deeply regretted) had led her to place her in Kyle’s care.
The judge looked down at the papers in front of her. “By in his care, you mean on his porch, isn’t that right, Miss Vegas?” asked the judge.
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Cherish flushed red. “Well, I’m still her mama! No one can deny that!” she screamed.
The judge looked at Burt. “You sir, you are the father?”
Burt lumbered to his feet and said, “I guess I must be…”
The judge fixed him with a flinty eye. “Are you prepared and able to take on the parental responsibilities for this child?”
Cherish screamed, “You bet he is, judge, he just signed a three million dollar contract to play ball…”
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“Oh!” cried the judge. “Finally, the truth is out! Tell me, Miss Vegas, what name did you give your daughter?”
“Name?” asked Cherish, confused. “Why, she’ll have her daddy’s name., since he’ll be paying child support!”
Kyle stood up. “Your honor,” he said. “May I address the court?”
“Yes, Mr. Greenbecker,” said the judge. “Please do.”
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“Ma’am, my daughter’s name is Lily, and she does have her father’s name — mine. Since the moment that child came into my life I’ve loved her, and she loves me.”
At that moment, Lily, who had been playing with the social worker’s necklace noticed that Kyle was standing up. “Daddy!” she cried and stretched out her arms.
“Well, ladies and gentlemen, it seems to me that the case has been decided by the principal party,” the judge said. “I hereby overturn all claims of custody of the child Lily Grennbecker and confirm Kyle Greenbecker’s custody and adoption.
That night, Kyle celebrated his victory in court and he and Lily spent the evening catching lightning bugs in the garden. “Stars!” cried Lily. But for Kyle, the brightest star of all was his little girl.
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What can we learn from this story?
- A real parent is one who loves and cherishes the child. Kyle took care of Lily and loved her as if she were his own.
- A heartless woman will use anyone, even her child, for profit. Cherish didn’t want Lily, she just wanted Burt’s money.
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I Gave Equal Gifts to My Granddaughters on Their 16th Birthdays, but Their Reactions Were Different
Margaret thought she had chosen the perfect birthday gifts for her granddaughters Isabel and Patti, identical presents for their 16th birthdays. While Isabel responded with a warm smile, Patti’s reaction caught her completely off guard. Margaret’s simple choice—and her response to what happened next—was about to stir up major family drama.
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Hello, I’m Margaret, and if there’s one thing life has taught me, it’s that families can be wonderfully complicated.
You see, I’ve been blessed to be a grandmother for sixteen years, ever since my son, Dan, and his high school sweetheart, Laura, gave me my first granddaughter, Isabel.
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They had what seemed like the perfect marriage until life threw us all a curveball. A few years ago, Dan confessed to an affair with Pam, a woman he worked with, which led to a painful and bitter divorce that shook our whole family.
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Dan and Pam married last year, and their union brought Patti, Pam’s daughter, into my life. Patti was already fifteen when I first met her, nearly sixteen, just like Isabel.
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Adjusting to this new family setup has been a challenge, especially since I’ve known Laura since she was a child, and our bond remains strong despite the divorce.
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This made my relationship with Pam and Patti a delicate balancing act—Pam, still somewhat of a stranger to me and Patti, caught in the middle of it all.
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As luck would have it, both girls were set to celebrate their sixteenth birthdays just a week apart, only a month after Dan and Pam celebrated their first wedding anniversary.
I saw this as a pivotal moment—an opportunity to show both girls they were equally valued, despite the complex layers of our family’s recent history.
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I chose simple yet thoughtful gifts: some money to cover their hair and makeup for the parties they were each having, and a piece of simple jewelry. It felt fair, a gesture of goodwill amidst the unspoken tensions.
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Isabel’s birthday came first. We held it right in our backyard, which I’d helped Laura decorate with strings of fairy lights and balloons that gently swayed in the summer breeze. The table was set with her favorite foods—mini pizzas, cupcakes, and a homemade lemonade stand. It was quaint, filled with laughter from her close-knit group of friends who’d grown up right before our very eyes.
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When it came time for gifts, Isabel unwrapped mine with a beaming smile, her eyes lighting up as she carefully put on the delicate silver bracelet and tucked the cash gift into her purse for later. She hugged me tightly, whispering a heartfelt “Thank you, Grandma,” that warmed me through and through.
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A week later, Patti’s celebration was a different affair altogether. Pam had rented out a room in a trendy downtown restaurant, complete with a DJ and a dance floor that pulsed with pop hits.
The atmosphere was buzzing with Patti’s school friends, many of whom I was meeting for the first time. The decorations were lavish, with metallic balloons and a towering chocolate fountain that the kids seemed to love.
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When Patti opened my gift, her smile briefly masked her disappointment before it flickered away, replaced by a polite “Thanks, Grandma.” The moment was fleeting, lost in the swirl of music and chattering teens.
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Both parties reflected the girls’ personalities and, unintentionally, the divide in our family. Isabel’s was warm and intimate, reminiscent of the family gatherings we used to enjoy.
Patti’s, while equally festive, had an air of formality and distance that made me feel more like a guest than a family member.
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As I drove home from Patti’s party, I couldn’t shake off a feeling of unease about how my gifts would be received in such different settings.
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The day after Patti’s party, my phone rang early in the morning. It was Isabel, her voice bubbling over with excitement. “Grandma, thank you so much for the gifts! The bracelet is beautiful, and I can’t wait to use the money for the salon. You made my day even more special!” Her gratitude filled me with joy, but it was short-lived.
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Not an hour later, another call came through, this one from Pam. The tone of her voice was sharp, each word edged with cold disappointment. “Margaret, we need to talk about your gift to Patti,” she began, her voice strained. “She’s quite upset, and frankly, so am I.”
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Before I could even respond, Patti’s voice replaced her mother’s. “You call this a present, Grandma? Just a few bucks and some cheap jewelry?”
Her words stung, laced with anger and disbelief. “I thought you’d at least try for my 16th birthday. Didn’t you think I deserved something better?”
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I paused, taken aback by her harsh tone. Gathering my thoughts, I replied, “Patti, I’m sorry you feel that way. I gave you both the same gift because I love you equally. Isabel was just as happy with hers.”
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“That’s not the point, Grandma!” Patti snapped back. “Isabel always gets everything she wants. I thought you’d finally see me too.”
Her words echoed in my head, and a deep sadness settled over me. I tried to keep my voice calm, though my heart was breaking.
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“Oh, honey, maybe you’re right. In fact, when Isabel called me today and thanked me so warmly, it reminded me of something very important about gifts. It’s not just what you give, but how you appreciate what you’re given.”
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Pam jumped back on the line, her voice icy. “Are you saying Isabel is more grateful, so she deserves more? Margaret, this isn’t like you.”
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I sighed, feeling the weight of years of family gatherings, birthday parties, and quiet coffees that suddenly seemed so distant.
“Pam, I’ve always tried to be fair. But yes, seeing Isabel’s reaction made me realize something. I had planned a bigger surprise for her that I was unsure about, but now I know she understands the value of small gestures.”
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There was a heavy silence on the other end. Pam’s voice, when it finally came, was filled with a mix of outrage and accusation. “This is unfair, Margaret! You’re clearly still taking Laura’s side, just like you always have. You never really accepted Patti!”
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The call ended shortly after, leaving me to stare at the phone in my trembling hands. The divide had deepened, and I feared it might never be bridged. I had made my choice, perhaps driven by old loyalties and new revelations, and now I had to live with its consequences.
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That evening, as I sat in my kitchen nursing a hot cup of tea, I couldn’t stop thinking about the day’s events. You know, I’ve always tried to be fair, treating everyone equally. But the way Isabel and Patti reacted today really made me think.
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I kept thinking about how happy Isabel sounded over the phone, thrilled with the small things Patti didn’t care about. Then I thought about how mad Patti got, expecting something big. It really showed me how differently they both see what I do for them and even the little joys in life.
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I reached for the phone and dialed Dan. When he answered, I took a deep breath, “Dan, I’ve made a decision about something, and I want you to hear it from me first.”
I explained my initial hesitation about giving Isabel a more substantial gift I had secretly planned.
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“It’s a car, Dan. I bought it months ago, thinking I’d give it to her when she turned sixteen. But I was worried about seeming unfair to Patti.”
Dan was silent for a moment before responding.”Mom, you’re fair to everyone. But it’s also important to acknowledge when someone shows real gratitude.”
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“That’s just it,” I continued. “Isabel’s thank you was so heartfelt. It reminded me why I thought of the car in the first place. She appreciates the little things, and I want to acknowledge that. So, I’m going to give her the car.”
“Sounds like you made your decision then,” Dan replied, his voice warm but worried about potential fallout.
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The next day, I invited Isabel over. I handed her a set of keys and watched her face light up like a Christmas tree. “Grandma, for me? But why?”
“Because you’re gracious, and that’s something special,” I told her, feeling a mix of happiness and a little heartache.
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Isabel hugged me tight, her excitement filling the room. It was a beautiful moment, but I knew it might complicate things with Pam and Patti.
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And sure, the conversation with Pam keeps nagging at me. She accused me of playing favorites, and that hurt because it wasn’t my intention.
As I watched Isabel drive off in her new car, I felt proud but also a bit sad, knowing this might upset Patti and Pam.
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It’s tough, balancing these things. Family’s about love, and sometimes love means making hard choices. I just hope that down the road, Patti understands it wasn’t about the car. It was about recognizing someone’s good heart.
It didn’t take long for the news about Isabel’s car to reach Pam, and boy, was she upset. She called me up, her voice icy, saying, “Margaret, giving Isabel a car just shows you play favorites.”
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I got where she was coming from, but I had to stick to my guns. “Pam, I love both girls, but showing gratitude matters a lot to me,” I tried to explain, hoping she’d see where I was coming from.
That call ended pretty awkwardly, and after that, I saw less and less of Patti. When she did drop by, her smiles seemed forced, and she barely said much.
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Feeling the gap widening, I took the first step to fix things. I invited Patti out, just us, hoping to clear the air. I told her straight up, “It’s not about the money, Patti. It’s about being thankful for what you get.” She listened, really listened, and I could tell she was trying to understand.
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As we said goodbye, Patti gave me a long hug and whispered, “Thanks, Grandma.” Things weren’t perfect, but they were getting better. And sometimes, that’s enough to start mending fences.
I hope, with a bit more time, Patti and Pam see that I do love them equally. Families can be a handful, with all their ups and downs, but they’re ours to love and look after, no matter what comes our way.
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