A little boy stops in his tracks when he answers the doorbell and discovers a box on the doorstep with a crying baby inside – but who had mercilessly abandoned the child out there in the cold, let alone in a box?
When Kevin Anderson turned 6, he asked his parents to give him something that left them awestruck. “Mommy! Daddy!” he said. “Do you promise me that you will get me what I want for my birthday?”
“Sure, honey,” his mother, Caroline, said. “What exactly do you want?”
“Well, I think I know it,” his father, Andrew, guessed. “Isn’t it the latest Transformers collection? I know Kevin wants that!”
“No, Daddy!” Kevin giggled. “I want a little baby! Paul told me that when his sister was born, his parents said she was a gift from God. Can you please ask God to give me a little sister too? Even a little brother is okay.”
His parents exchanged a quick look, their faces flushed with embarrassment. Caroline and Andrew had decided to expand their family once they had a larger house, but when Kevin suggested having a younger sibling, they couldn’t help but smile shyly at the boy. “All right, Kevin,” his father said. “You know there is a way by which God can answer your wishes.”
“Really?”
“Yes, honey. All you need to do is write a letter to him. Maybe ask Santa for a little help? He’s quite close with God.”
To little Kevin, it sounded pretty convincing, and he was relieved that his father’s idea would work. So that year, at Christmas, Kevin wrote his first letter to Santa to help him convince God to send him a little sister or brother soon. Little did the boy know that God would answer his prayers far too soon…
Kevin wrote a letter to Santa to ask for a sibling | Photo: Pexels
One wintry evening, Kevin was about to leave the house to play with his friends when his doorbell rang. “Andrew, could you please check who’s there?” Caroline asked from the kitchen where she was baking cookies.
Andrew, who was busy looking for something in his closet, asked Kevin to check the door. “Kevin, can you please check the door, honey? Daddy will be there in a minute.”
“Okay, daddy,” the boy replied, running to the door, but when he answered it, he was baffled. There wasn’t anyone standing at their doorstep, but there was a huge brown box. He tried lifting it to bring it inside, but as he shook it a little, a loud crying sound came from within it.
Kevin took a step back from the box, terrified, but the crying continued. When he finally opened it, he couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw a baby inside, wrapped in a thin rag.
He dashed to his parents with the baby in his arms. “Mommy! Daddy! God answered my prayer! Look, it’s a baby.”
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Having just entered the living room, Andrew froze in place when he saw the child in Kevin’s arms. Caroline, too, wondered about the crying sound from the living room and gasped when she arrived and saw Kevin holding a baby.
“Where did you find the baby, honey?” she asked, worried.
“There was a box on our doorstep, mommy. I am so happy that God sent me a sibling! Yay!”
Andrew took the baby from Kevin and rushed to the door, where the box was lying. He looked around to see if the person who’d left the box and the baby was still there. But all he saw was thick snow that had enclosed the entire area.
“There’s no one there,” he said when he returned. “What should we do now?”
Caroline took the baby in her arms, and as she rocked the child to stop the crying, she sensed the little one was running a temperature. “Honey,” she told Andrew. “I think we should take the child to a hospital. We need to get the baby checked.”
With that, Andrew and Caroline decided to visit the hospital and asked their neighbor, Mrs. Clemmens, to look after Kevin while they were away.
Caroline noticed the baby was running a temperature | Photo: Pexels
The doctors said the baby had a fever because of being left in the cold, and they would keep her under observation for a while. “Your daughter will be here for a while, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. Before we admit her, please complete the formalities at the reception desk.”
Andrew and Caroline looked at each other. They couldn’t just write it in the form that they were the child’s parents. They needed to inform the cops about it, so they did. The CPS and police were informed, and it was decided that after the baby girl was discharged, she would be placed in the hospital’s orphanage while the cops searched for her parents.
Back at home, Andrew and Caroline had to lie to Kevin that the baby was sick and would be hospitalized for a long time. However, after nearly a month passed with no news of anyone showing up as the baby’s parents, she was officially admitted to the orphanage. And it was at that point that Andrew and Caroline considered adopting her.
They decided to embrace her and raise her as her own and thought that Kevin would love to have her as a younger sibling. So they filed for her adoption, and two months later, when it was finalized and the baby came home, Andrew and Caroline felt like their family was finally complete.
But everything changed one fateful afternoon when a woman appeared on Andrew and Caroline’s doorstep, claiming to be the baby’s biological mother…
Caroline and Andrew adopted the baby | Photo: Pexels
One year later…
“Hi there, lady, my name is Laura. And the baby you’re holding in your arms is my daughter. I shouldn’t have left her in that stupid box! Give her back,” the woman said rudely as Caroline answered the door. Her demeanor was stiff and stern, and her tone was anything but sweet. Caroline was taken aback by her sight, to say the least.
“What? What did you just say? Your daughter?!” A fit of sudden anger gripped Caroline. “She’s mine, and I’m not going to give her to you! We officially adopted her a year ago, and you have no legal right to her!”
Laura smirked. “We’ll see about that in court, lady! Here,” she said, handing Caroline a document. “I’ve filed for custody of my daughter, and I’ll get her back at any cost! After all, I am the biological mother,” she said before walking away.
That night, Caroline and Andrew were very worried. The first court hearing was a week later, and they had no idea what would happen. What if they lost? What if their daughter was taken away? They knew the chances of that happening were minimal, but they were scared.
Laura challenged Caroline for the baby’s custody | Photo: Pexels
Thankfully, after hearing from both parties, the judge ruled in Andrew and Caroline’s favor. Laura’s parental rights were terminated because she abandoned her child a year ago and never bothered to look after her, and if she wanted them restored, she would have to adhere to a specific timeframe as described by the law and provide additional proof that she could care for her child better than her adoptive parents.
Laura knew she couldn’t do that. She lived in a small house and had very little money. After her husband had died, she decided to abandon the baby on the Andersons’ doorstep and focus on her new boyfriend.
However, when she discovered that her late husband had left all of his money to their daughter rather than her, she left her boyfriend so that she wouldn’t have to share all of the money and decided to take her daughter back. But it was too late. She was merely a waitress at a pub, and her living conditions would never persuade the court that she was capable of caring for her child.
So, in the end, Andrew and Caroline won the case. And years later, they also bought a new house and welcomed another beautiful baby girl. Kevin was overjoyed when he found out he had another younger sister.
What can we learn from this story?
- Love is what makes a family and not necessarily biology. Andrew and Caroline adopted Laura’s child and raised her as their own.
- Greed will lead you nowhere. Laura first abandoned her baby to enjoy life with her new boyfriend, and later, to obtain all of her husband’s money, she left her boyfriend. In the end, she ended up with nothing.
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Saleswoman Told My Little Daughter the Dress She Wanted Was Too Expensive for Her – I Gave Her a Reality Check
When a saleswoman told a little girl that the dress she wanted was “too expensive,” her mother decided to teach the store staff a lesson they would never forget. What started as a routine shopping trip quickly escalated into a dramatic showdown, revealing unexpected twists and powerful lessons on respect and empathy.
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The morning sun cast a warm glow over the local park, where my daughter Lily and I had spent hours playing and laughing. It was one of those perfect days when time seemed to stand still. We were both dressed for the occasion, me in my worn jeans and a comfortable t-shirt, and Lily in her favorite overalls and sneakers.
Mother and daughter having fun in the park | Source: Pexels
Our plan was simple: enjoy the day and maybe grab an ice cream before heading home. After a delightful impromptu picnic, I suddenly remembered something that made Lily’s face light up with excitement. “Mommy, the pink dress!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling at the memory.
Mom and daughter spending time in the park | Source: Pexels
A few days earlier, we had passed by a store window where a beautiful pink dress had caught Lily’s eye. She had talked about it non-stop since then. So, with a spontaneous decision, we decided to take a quick detour to the mall.
As we entered, Lily’s eyes immediately locked onto the dress on display. Her joy was infectious as she ran over to it, her tiny hands clutching the fabric with awe. “Mommy, can I try this one?” she asked, her voice filled with hope.
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“Of course, sweetheart,” I replied, unable to resist her enthusiasm. I loved seeing her so happy, and this dress clearly meant the world to her.
Just then, a young sales assistant probably in her early twenties approached us. I couldn’t help but notice her smile was more forced than friendly. “Can I help you with something?” she asked, her tone flat.
“Yes,” I said, maintaining my cheerful demeanor. “My daughter would like to try on this dress.”
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The assistant looked Lily up and down, then glanced at the price tag with a snobby smirk. “This dress is quite expensive,” she said, her voice dripping with judgment. “Are you sure you can afford it?”
Lily’s face fell instantly, confusion and disappointment clouding her bright eyes. I felt a surge of anger but took a deep breath, keeping my composure. “We’ll take the dress to the fitting room, please,” I said firmly. The assistant shrugged and handed me the dress, muttering something under her breath as she walked away.
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Inside the fitting room, Lily’s excitement was contagious. She slipped into the pink dress with my help, her tiny fingers fumbling with the delicate fabric. As soon as the dress was on, she twirled around, her eyes wide with delight.
“Mommy, look at me! I’m a princess!” she exclaimed, her voice ringing with pure joy. She spun around again, the skirt of the dress flaring out beautifully. “Do you think I look like the princesses in my storybooks?”
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I smiled, my heart swelling with love and pride. “You look even more beautiful than any princess in a storybook, Lily.” She giggled, her cheeks flushing with happiness. “Can we buy it, Mommy? Can I wear it to Grandma’s birthday party?”
“Of course, sweetheart,” I replied, bending down to her level. “You can wear it anywhere you want.”
Excited little girl in her pink dress | Source: Pexels
“Let’s pay for it first,” I said, squeezing her hand reassuringly. Her face lit up again. “Yay! Thank you, Mommy!”
We approached the counter, and I handed over my credit card, noting the assistant’s surprised expression. She clearly didn’t expect us to buy the dress.
As we walked out, I caught the assistant smirking at us. That’s when I decided I needed to give her a reality check she wouldn’t forget.
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The next morning, I woke up with a steely determination. I knew I had to address the situation from the previous day, not just for myself, but for Lily. I dressed casually again, in jeans and a simple blouse, wanting to maintain an unassuming appearance.
As I drove to the mall, I rehearsed what I would say, my resolve hardening with each passing minute. When I arrived at the store, I headed straight for the manager’s office. The manager, a middle-aged man with a kind face, listened attentively as I explained what had happened.
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“I understand your concern,” he said, nodding sympathetically. “Let me call the sales assistant over so you can speak with her directly.”
A few moments later, the young sales assistant appeared. She didn’t recognize me at first, her expression shifting from curiosity to annoyance as she realized I wasn’t there to shop. “Can I help you with something?” she asked, her tone indifferent.
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“Yes,” I said, keeping my voice calm but firm. “I’d like to talk about how you treated my daughter and I yesterday.”
The assistant rolled her eyes, clearly uninterested. “Look, if you have a complaint, you should talk to the manager.”
“I already have,” I replied, meeting her gaze steadily. “But I wanted to speak with you directly.”
She crossed her arms, her irritation growing. “Okay, what do you want to say?”
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I reached into my bag and pulled out a gift-wrapped box. She looked at it, puzzled, before reluctantly taking it from my hands. “What’s this?” she asked, suspicion lacing her voice. “Open it,” I instructed.
She tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box, her eyes widening in shock as she revealed a beautifully crafted, high-quality handbag. It was far more expensive than the dress Lily had wanted.
“Why are you giving me this?” she stammered.
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I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. “I bought this for you, not because you deserve it, but because I want to make a point. You see, judging people by their appearance or assuming they can’t afford something based on how they look is not only rude but also unprofessional.”
Her face turned red, and she glanced around nervously. “I…I don’t understand.”
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“You never know who you’re talking to or what their situation might be,” I continued, my voice steady.
“Just because someone doesn’t look like they can afford something doesn’t mean they can’t. And just because someone looks wealthy doesn’t mean they are. Treat every customer with respect and dignity, regardless of how they appear.”
The sales assistant’s eyes filled with tears as she looked down at the handbag, her embarrassment evident. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I didn’t mean to be rude.”
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“I hope you learn from this,” I said gently. “Everyone deserves kindness and respect.”
As I turned to leave, the store manager approached his face with a mask of concern and sincerity. “Ma’am, I am deeply sorry for the way you were treated,” he began, his voice low and earnest.
“I assure you, this will be a learning moment for our staff. We pride ourselves on excellent customer service, and what you experienced was unacceptable.”
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I nodded, appreciating his acknowledgment. “Thank you for understanding. It’s important that your staff treats every customer with respect, no matter their appearance.”
He sighed, running a hand through his graying hair. “Absolutely. I will be overseeing additional training for all our employees to ensure this never happens again.”
Woman and manager talking | Source: Pexels
As I walked out of the store, a wave of satisfaction washed over me. I had stood up for myself, and Lily, addressing the situation head-on. I hoped the lesson I imparted would linger with the sales assistant, fostering a greater sense of empathy and respect in her future interactions.
Back at home, the warm and familiar scent of cookies greeted me as I walked through the door. Lily was in the living room, surrounded by her toys, her laughter filling the space with joy. The sight of her, so carefree and innocent, was a balm to my frayed nerves.
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“Mommy, did you have a good day?” she asked, bounding over to me with her usual exuberance. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she wrapped her little arms around my legs.
I knelt down to her level, pulling her into a tight hug. “I did, sweetheart,” I replied, my voice tinged with the weight of the day’s events. “And I learned something very important.” Lily tilted her head, her brow furrowing in that adorable way she had when she was deep in thought. “What did you learn, Mommy?”
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I stroked her hair, feeling the softness beneath my fingers. “I learned that it’s always important to treat people with kindness, no matter what. Sometimes, people forget that, and it can hurt others. But we can choose to be different.”
She nodded solemnly as if understanding the gravity of my words. “Like how you helped the lady in the store?”
I smiled, touched by her perception. “Yes, just like that,” I replied. Lily’s face lit up with a grin. “Can we have cookies now, Mommy? I saved some for you!”
Mother and daughter bonding over cookies | Source: Pexels
“Of course, we can,” I said, standing up and taking her hand. As we walked to the kitchen, I felt a profound sense of peace. The events of the day had been challenging, but they had also reaffirmed the values I wanted to instill in Lily.
Years later, the story of the handbag and the sales assistant became a cherished family tale. Whenever we gathered around the dinner table or sat by the fireplace on cold winter nights, Lily would often ask me to tell the story again.
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“Tell us about the time you taught the lady a lesson, Mommy!” she’d say, her eyes wide with anticipation.
As Lily grew older, I watched with pride as she carried those values into her own life, treating everyone she met with the same kindness and respect she had learned from that unforgettable day.
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Just like the sales assistant was taught an unforgettable lesson for looking down upon a little girl, here is another story of a bus driver who ignored a 6-year-old girl begging for help, only to see her in his house that evening. This tale takes an unbelievable turn and imparts an equally powerful lesson. Read the full story here.
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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.
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