In Her Letter to Santa, My Daughter Asked for ‘The Same Heart-Shaped Earrings Dad Gave to My Nanny’ — I Went Pale

When Dorothy reads her daughter’s innocent letter to Santa, she’s blindsided by a request for the same heart-shaped earrings her husband apparently gave their nanny. Suspicion spirals into doubt, leading Dorothy to uncover a heartbreaking truth tied to a long-kept secret…

My name’s Dorothy, and Christmas will always be the best time of the year for me. My husband, Jerry, and I have an eight-year-old daughter named Ruth, and our holiday traditions are what make it all magical.

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A smiling little girl | Source: Midjourney

Every December, Ruth writes a letter to Santa, folds it carefully, and places it in the freezer, which is bizarre but, to her, makes perfect sense.

“It’s how mail gets to the North Pole, Mom! I saw it on TV,” she said, her eyes wide.

This year was no different. Ruth had spent the better part of the evening at the dining table, her face scrunched in concentration as she sketched something on her letter while popping little chocolate-covered almonds into her mouth.

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A bowl of chocolate covered almonds | Source: Midjourney

“It’s done, Mommy!” she chirped, skipping to the freezer and tucking it in with all the ceremony of a royal decree.

I smiled at her. I figured Ruth was asking for the usual things — you know, a new set of paints, a dollhouse, or maybe even the glittery unicorn toy she’d been eyeing.

Whatever it was, I couldn’t wait to make her little Christmas wishes come true. Ruth wasn’t a difficult child, and Christmas was the only time she asked for things. Even on her birthday, she wouldn’t ask for anything other than a huge chocolate cake.

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A little girl with a chocolate cake | Source: Midjourney

That night, after Ruth had gone to bed, with Jerry reading to her, I crept into the kitchen to read her letter.

It had become my own little tradition. I loved peeking into my daughter’s world, seeing what magic she believed Santa could bring her, and all the reasons she gave him for being on the “Nice” list.

But as I unfolded the paper, my breath caught in my throat, almost choking me.

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A folded piece of paper | Source: Midjourney

The page was filled with Ruth’s colorful handwriting and a drawing of a pair of heart-shaped earrings. Beneath the picture were the words:

“Dear Santa, please bring me the same heart-shaped earrings Dad gave to my nanny! Thank you!”

I froze.

A letter to Santa | Source: Midjourney

A letter to Santa | Source: Midjourney

The room suddenly felt too quiet, the air too thick.

What on earth was she talking about? Jerry had given Gloria, our nanny, heart-shaped earrings?

My hands shook as I reread the note, my heart racing. Why would Ruth ask for earrings like Gloria’s? Why would Jerry give our nanny jewelry at all?

My mind replayed moments I hadn’t given much thought to before, like the way Jerry’s face lit up when he joked with Gloria, the casual way he asked her to stay late when I had work functions, the thoughtful gifts he’d given her over the years… small things, sure, but enough to make my stomach churn now.

A pair of heart-shaped earrings | Source: Midjourney

A pair of heart-shaped earrings | Source: Midjourney

Was I blind to the obvious? Had Jerry been hiding an affair right under my nose?

The next morning, I went about my day as if nothing had happened, but inside, I was unraveling. I kissed Jerry on the cheek as he left for work, pretending everything was fine. Meanwhile, my brain was on overdrive.

“What’s on the agenda today?” I asked Gloria as she poured milk into Ruth’s cereal.

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A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

School was closed for the day, and I needed to know that Gloria was going to actually be productive with my child.

“We’re going to work on Ruth’s school projects,” Gloria said, smiling. “And then we’re going to read!”

“Sounds like a plan,” I said. “I have work to do, so I’m going to be in the study for most of the day. But we can grab smoothies later, Ruthie. You can leave early, Gloria.”

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A woman holding a bottle of milk | Source: Midjourney

Gloria nodded and picked up Ruth’s breakfast. They had gotten into the habit of eating outside, trying to identify birds as they went along.

After Ruth and Gloria left the kitchen, I grabbed my laptop and ordered a nanny cam. It felt surreal, like something out of a bad soap opera that I had suddenly found myself in. I hated that I couldn’t just confront Jerry outright, but if he denied everything, I’d be no closer to the truth.

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A woman using a laptop | Source: Midjourney

Thanks to speedy but ridiculously expensive delivery, the camera arrived a few hours later. I set it up in the living room, hiding it among the Christmas decorations.

As much as I didn’t want to, I had to know.

The next day, Jerry left for work as usual, and I dropped Ruth off at school. Gloria was home tidying up, humming along to Christmas carols on the radio.

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A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

I plastered on a fake smile and told her I’d be home late from work and to lock up when she left.

But by mid-morning, things changed.

My phone buzzed, indicating that the nanny cam app had detected motion. I opened it and saw Jerry standing in the living room. My heart dropped. He wasn’t supposed to be home.

I stared at the screen, watching as Jerry handed Gloria a small, gift-wrapped box. She looked surprised, then smiled as she opened it.

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A box on a table | Source: Midjourney

My head spun. I couldn’t sit at my desk for another second. I grabbed my bag, mumbled something about a family emergency to my boss, and drove home.

When I walked through the door, I felt like I’d stepped into a nightmare. Jerry was still there, standing near the couch, and Gloria was sitting with the gift in her lap. This time, it was a heart-shaped pendant.

Something to match those earrings, huh?

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An upset woman driving | Source: Midjourney

They both froze when they saw me.

“What’s going on?” I demanded, my voice trembling.

Neither of them answered right away. My eyes darted to Gloria’s ears, which were on display with her braided hair. And there they were.

The earrings. Heart-shaped, just like Ruth had drawn.

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A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“Nice earrings, Gloria!” I spat, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “It must be nice to get all these things from my husband. Imagine. Jewelry from another woman’s husband.”

Gloria’s face went pale. She opened her mouth to speak, but Jerry stepped forward.

“Dot, stop,” he said, using my nickname to calm me down. “I can explain it all.”

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A shocked man | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, I’m sure you can,” I shot back. “And it better be good, because from where I’m standing it looks like you’ve been sneaking around behind my back! With our nanny!”

Jerry sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping.

“You weren’t supposed to find out this way.”

“That’s your explanation, Jerry?” I shouted. “That you weren’t supposed to get caught?”

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An angry woman | Source: Midjourney

“No, that’s not what I meant,” he said quickly, running a hand through his hair. “Just listen to me… okay? Those earrings. They’re not from me. Not really.”

“What does that even mean, Jerry?”

My husband hesitated, then took a deep breath.

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A man with his hand on his head | Source: Midjourney

“They were from Brian. My… well, we were best friends.”

The anger drained from my body, replaced by thick confusion.

“Brian? Who’s Brian?” I asked.

Gloria spoke up for the first time, her voice soft.

“Brian was Jerry’s best friend, Dorothy. My brother.”

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A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

My mind spun. Jerry sat me down, his voice heavy with guilt as he explained everything.

Fourteen years ago, his best friend Brian had passed away from cancer. Before he died, he asked Jerry to look after Gloria. At least it explained why Jerry had pushed for us to hire her.

She was only 19 at the time and had recently lost her parents too.

“He left me a box of gifts for her,” Jerry said, his voice on edge. “He wanted her to have pieces of him for milestones in her life—like birthdays, special occasions, moments where she needed to feel he was still with her. He planned all of it while he was undergoing chemo.”

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An IV drip in a hospital | Source: Midjourney

I glanced at Gloria, whose eyes shimmered with tears.

Jerry continued to explain.

“I’ve been fulfilling that promise ever since. The earrings were in the box. They were meant for her and they were given by Brian. Not from me.”

I stared at him, the weight of his confession sinking in.

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A pensive woman | Source: Midjourney

“So you’re telling me all this sneaking around… you were keeping a promise.”

“Yes,” he said softly. “I should have told you sooner, Dot. I just didn’t know how. It’s not exactly the kind of thing that comes up in conversation. And… talking about Brian is a lot for me.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” I asked Gloria. “You knew about Brian and Jerry the entire time and just… didn’t? Ruth asked for these earrings, dammit. She asked Santa for them, and that’s why I thought something was going on.”

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A woman with folded arms | Source: Midjourney

Gloria shook her head sadly.

“I didn’t know Ruth would notice the earrings, let alone ask for them. If I had, I would’ve explained everything right away. I never wanted to cause trouble for anyone here…”

That Christmas was a mix of heartbreak and healing. Jerry and I had a long talk, and while I wasn’t thrilled about the secrets, I couldn’t deny the beauty of his promise to Brian. And honestly, Gloria was a part of our family. Ruth adored her.

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A smiling woman and child | Source: Midjourney

We decided to sit down with Ruth and a platter of waffles, trying to explain the story behind the earrings in a way she could understand. She was fascinated, of course, and still insisted Santa had to bring her a pair.

And Santa delivered.

On Christmas morning, Ruth opened a tiny box to find her very own heart-shaped earrings. Her face lit up brighter than the tree, and for the first time in weeks, I felt my heart swell with joy instead of doubt.

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A pair of heart-shaped earrings | Source: Midjourney

Those earrings became more than just jewelry. They became a sort of reminder — of love and strength. Of Brian’s love for his sister. Of Jerry’s loyalty to his friend. And the love that kept our family together, even through misunderstandings. We also taught Ruth the power of promises and unconditional love.

Sometimes, the truth hurts. But sometimes, it heals.

And this Christmas, it did both.

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A smiling little girl | Source: Midjourney

Hosting Christmas for my in-laws was supposed to be a joyous affair, but the evening took a shocking turn when my mother-in-law gifted me something that left the entire room speechless. What started as festive cheer quickly spiraled into an unforgettable family showdown.

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Happy Couple Shares 10th Anniversary Picture Online, Promptly Gets Flooded with Worried Calls – Story of the Day

All hell broke loose when Thomas and Sienna uploaded a photo on social media to commemorate their tenth wedding anniversary. A creepy face appeared in the image, triggering a chain of events that brought the happy couple face-to-face with a horrifying truth.

Thomas quickly set the camera timer and joined Sienna in front of the fireplace, saying, “Ten years.”

Sienna responded, “Ten years of us.”

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As the camera’s timer counted down, Sienna thought she heard a soft sound in the hallway behind her. Her attention flickered, but she quickly dismissed it and focused instead on their anniversary photo, another one of the pictures that captured their lives.

Their home had more than enough littered around and adorning the walls.

Thomas sighed, nostalgic all of a sudden. “I remember when we first moved in here… We spent two nights sleeping on the floor,” he said, wrinkles forming in the corners of his eyes.

Sienna added, “And now, every nook and cranny holds a piece of our story. And we also get to share these pieces with others…on social media.” She laughed, clicking on her phone and putting it away to enjoy the rest of the night.

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In the morning, the sun woke her up, but as she blinked into the light, Sienna realized that something else was also disturbing their peace.

“Check that, hon,” Thomas said, his voice thick with sleep. “It’s been pinging for a while now.”

Sienna reached for her nightstand, her eyes half-closed, and brought the phone to her face. Too many social media notifications had appeared. She checked them, rising a bit on the bed to get comfortable.

“People are saying there’s something weird in our photo,” she said, frowning. “I have several missed calls, too.”

Thomas moved his body over to see her phone. “Weird? Like what?”

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Sienna’s brow creased as she read some comments. “A strange face is in the background, they say. But that’s impossible, right?”

He sighed, grabbing the phone and studying the photo. “Probably just shadows or something. Don’t let it bother you.” He shook his head and gave her the phone back, then rose from the bed for the day. But Sienna continued reading.

There was one comment with a screenshot highlighting a creepy childlike face near her shoulder in their photo. “Thomas… What the hell is that?” she whispered in dread, her finger touching the screen.

Thomas, who had been brushing his teeth by then, came back and peered over. “It’s gotta be a prank.”

But Sienna was terrified, remembering the noise she had heard as the camera took the photo. So, she searched on her phone until she found the original picture in the gallery app.

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“This isn’t a glitch. It’s too defined, too real. Look at its expression,” she argued, her eyes wide and wild.

Thomas still wasn’t convinced, but Sienna wouldn’t let it go. She went through the pictures. “Look. In every photo, there’s this strange, hazy presence,” she pointed out. “I think… it could be a ghost. Maybe our house is haunted.”

“We’ve lived here for a decade. We would’ve noticed,” he scoffed, but it was a broken sound. Sienna could tell that he was confused, if not entirely worried.

As they contemplated the eerie discovery, Sienna went to the spot where the camera had been and began taking photos, searching for a logical explanation. But the experiment was cut short as she screamed in fright when hands closed over her shoulders.

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“Relax, love. It’s me,” her husband said, chuckling a bit. “Forget about that photo. We’ve got lunch reservations, remember?”

Sienna agreed and got ready but apprehensively looked around the house before leaving. She continued to stare intently around as Thomas opened the car door for her and later walked to the driver’s seat.

A movement made her focus on the window. The same eerie face had appeared, making her yelp. “Stop the car!” she insisted, pointing at the house. Thomas squinted but couldn’t see anything. It was gone, but Sienna was sure of what she had seen.

***

That night, Sienna was awakened by a mournful cry and footsteps in their house. “Darling, wake up. Do you hear that?” she whispered, hearing sobs from the hallway.

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Thomas woke and heard the noise, too. He immediately grabbed the phone.

“We can’t call 911 for a ghost!” Sienna argued, but he insisted on protecting them from a real-life threat. After finishing the call, he grabbed his gun and went to check things out.

Sienna refused to stay behind, saying, “I’m going with you!”

They cautiously approached the source of the mysterious sounds in their home. Thomas checked the guest bedroom, but footsteps echoed downstairs. They took each step carefully, hearing more noise–another language—coming from the kitchen.

Sienna jumped a little and yelped again after finally seeing the truth about their home intruder. This was no ghost. Instead, they discovered the unsettling presence of a malnourished boy — the same one from their photo. He was crying, his pale, bony face completely covered in tears and snot.

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“Freeze!” Thomas shouted, but the boy sobbed and shook his head. Her husband focused on the intruder and lowered his arm, realizing there was no danger. “Hey there, it’s okay. We won’t hurt you.”

“Help?” The child’s eyes widened with hope.

Despite her racing heart, Sienna’s fear turned to sympathy at his pleas. “You’re hungry, right?” she asked, grinning tenderly.

“Hungry, yes.” The boy nodded.

“What’s your name?”

“Nikolai.”

As Sienna prepared a sandwich for Nikolai, the couple realized the boy had not meant to break in. He needed real help. “Where did you come from?” she asked gently.

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Nikolai remained silent, revealing that he had run from a “bad place.”

“Where’s your mother now?” she probed.

That perked him up a little. “You will help Mama?” he asked, sniffing.

Sienna stuttered for a second but nodded, “Of course we will, sweetheart. Just tell us how we can find her.”

“I see bear on wall and flowers in garden… flowers like sky. I run to wire wall, but big dog is there,” Nikolai sobbed again. “I bad son. I run, and now Mama alone.”

A knock interrupted them. It was the police answering Thomas’s earlier call. Nikolai panicked and tried to escape through a window, despite Sienna saying, “It’s okay, it’s the police. They’ll help us find your mom!”

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But the frightened boy bolted, eluding both Sienna and the police. The next day, she and Thomas took the initiative to search for Nikolai themselves. They distributed his photo around the neighborhood, encountering various reactions but no solid leads.

One of their curious neighbors, Nancy, recognized the ‘ghost’ from their anniversary photo. She joined the search, and others eventually did, too.

Finally, Sienna arrived at a neglected Victorian house and knocked. No response. She jumped at the sound of barking nearby. It was coming from behind a metal fence. “Wire wall,” she whispered, looking around, noting the chicory flowers as Nikolai’s words came to mind.

Investigating further, she found a boarded window and heard a woman’s plea for help from inside. She had her phone in her hand in a second to call the police. She then called Thomas. Soon, he arrived, and other neighbors gathered.

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The authorities got there and broke into the house, discovering Nikolai’s mother, who cried gratefully and explained her story. “I’m Asya. I came here with my boy to build new life. Marry man, but he… monster! He kept me prisoner,” she explained in broken English.

The search for Nikolai led to the basement, where he was found and quickly reunited with his mother. A police officer thanked Sienna for her role in the rescue. “Ma’am, thank you for alerting us to this situation. Your quick response helped these people.”

“What about the man who did this?’ Sienna asked, wrapping her arms around herself.

The officer reassured her, “We’ve already sent officers to arrest him at his job. Nikolai and Asya will be taken to a safe place. It seems she came here from Russia as some kind of mail-order bride. The legality of her immigrant status is unknown at this point, but we’ll ensure they get the help they need.”

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Nikolai saw them then and came over. He uttered, “Thank you. Mama and Nikolai safe now.” He went back to his mother, waving. They were then escorted by a kind social worker, who was taking them to a shelter.

After a while, Thomas and Sienna returned home. They sat back on the couch, sighing in disbelief that their picture led to all this. Thomas snapped his fingers as if he remembered something, and Sienna watched curiously, tilting her head as he reached for his briefcase.

“I believe the latest photo for the mantle deserves a special place,” he announced, holding up a framed print of the now-infamous photo the couple had posted on social media.

“It’s the best of the bunch,” Sienna quipped, and they both giggled.

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