When Linda’s son dropped off her grandkids on New Year’s Eve without warning, it wasn’t the first time he’d assumed she was free to babysit. But after a night of missed plans and unanswered calls, Linda decided it would be the last.
It was New Year’s Eve, and I couldn’t stop smiling. I smoothed my hands over my new burgundy dress, admiring how it looked in the mirror.
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I’d been saving it for something special, and tonight was the perfect occasion. My hair was styled in soft waves, and the makeup I’d had done earlier gave me just the right amount of confidence.
“This is going to be a night to remember,” I said out loud, grinning at my reflection.
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The evening felt so important. My high school classmates had planned a reunion dinner for the first time in years. At 60, time with old friends, laughing, reminiscing, and just being together felt precious.
I’d been counting down the days. Everything was planned: leave the house by seven, get to the restaurant by eight, and spend the night surrounded by people I cared about.
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I was finishing up my lipstick when my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen and saw Jake’s name.
“Hey, Mom!” His voice was cheerful, as usual.
“Hi, Jake,” I said, still smiling. “What’s going on?”
“Listen, we’re driving over now. We’re dropping Jenni and Lily off for a few hours. Just till midnight!”
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I froze. “What? Jake, I have plans tonight. I’m going to the reunion—”
“It’s only for a little while, Mom. We’ll be back before you know it!”
“Jake, wait, I—”
But he hung up before I could finish. I stared at my phone, my chest tightening.
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“This can’t be happening,” I muttered, glancing at the clock. It was already 6:30 p.m.
A few minutes later, I heard the crunch of tires in the driveway. I rushed to the door, hoping to reason with him.
“Hi, Mom!” Jake called out, stepping out of the car with Jenni in tow. Amanda followed behind, carrying Lily, who clutched her favorite stuffed animal.
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“Jake, I can’t do this tonight,” I said firmly. “I’m supposed to be at the restaurant by seven.”
“Don’t worry,” Jake said, waving his hand like it was no big deal. “We’ll be back before midnight, I swear.”
“You don’t understand,” I insisted, my voice rising. “This isn’t fair. I have plans—”
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“We left snacks in their bags, and they’re already in their pajamas,” Amanda cut in, smiling like she was doing me a favor. “They’ll be no trouble at all. Thanks, Linda!”
“But—” I started again, but Jake hopped back in the car.
“Love you, Mom!” he called as the car sped off.
I stood there, stunned. Jenni and Lily looked up at me with bright smiles.
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“Grandma, can we watch cartoons?” Jenni asked, tugging on my hand.
I forced a smile, though my stomach was in knots. “Sure, sweetheart. Come inside.”
I settled them on the couch and handed them the remote. As they giggled over their favorite show, my phone buzzed again. It was a message from Cathy.
“The place looks amazing! Can’t wait to see you. Sending pics soon!”
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My heart sank. A few moments later, the group chat started filling with photos—everyone was there, beaming, glasses raised in toasts, tables sparkling with candles and decorations. They all looked so happy.
I sat down at the kitchen table, staring at my phone. The excitement I’d felt earlier was gone, replaced by disappointment and anger.
“How could they do this to me?” I whispered, feeling tears prick the corners of my eyes.
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At 11 p.m., I tucked the kids into bed. They fell asleep easily, but I couldn’t relax. I tried calling Jake, but it went straight to voicemail. Amanda’s phone? Same thing.
Out of habit, I opened Instagram, and there it was—a story from Amanda. A video of her and Jake at some fancy party, clinking glasses with friends, laughing, and having the time of their lives. The caption read: “Ringing in the New Year with the best crew!”
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My jaw tightened as I set my phone down. Midnight came and went. I sat alone in the dimly lit living room, scrolling through more messages and photos from my classmates, trying to focus on their happiness instead of my own frustration.
By the time I heard the crunch of tires in the driveway, it was 3 a.m. I sat up straight on the couch, my heart pounding not from relief, but from anger.
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Jenni and Lily were still asleep, tucked under the blanket I’d laid over them hours ago. The sight of their peaceful faces momentarily softened me, but the frustration bubbling inside wouldn’t go away.
I stood, smoothing my hands down the dress I’d been so excited to wear earlier that evening. Now, it was wrinkled and felt more like a reminder of the reunion I’d missed.
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The front door opened, and Jake and Amanda strolled in, laughing softly. Amanda had her heels dangling from one hand, her makeup smudged from the long night. Jake’s shirt was untucked, his hair disheveled, but his grin was as carefree as ever.
“Hey, Mom!” Jake called cheerfully, as if they hadn’t left me stranded all night.
“Hi, Grandma!” Amanda added, waving like nothing was wrong.
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I folded my arms and stared at them. “Do you have any idea what time it is?” My voice was calm, but my anger simmered just below the surface.
Jake shrugged, unbothered. “Yeah, sorry about that. Our friends wouldn’t let us leave. You know how it is.”
“No, Jake,” I said, my tone turning cold. “I don’t know how it is. I don’t know what it’s like to abandon my responsibilities and assume someone else will pick up the slack.”
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Amanda sighed loudly, shifting her weight to one foot. “Linda, it was just one night. Can we not make this into a thing?”
“Oh, it’s a thing,” I said sharply. “A big thing. You dropped your kids off with no warning, ruined my plans, didn’t answer your phones, and then show up at three in the morning like it’s nothing. Do you even understand how disrespectful that is?”
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Jake hesitated, like he wanted to argue, but I didn’t give him the chance. I stepped aside and watched as he walked over to pick up Jenni, who stirred slightly but didn’t wake. Amanda grabbed Lily, holding her close as she gave me a tight-lipped smile.
“Thanks, Mom,” Jake said sheepishly, shifting Jenni’s weight in his arms.
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I didn’t respond. I just opened the door and watched as they carried the kids to the car. When the taillights disappeared down the street, I locked the door behind them, leaning against it for support.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but the anger didn’t subside. Instead, it settled into something firmer—resolve.
“This is the last time,” I whispered to myself.
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The next morning, I drove to their place and sat them down at the kitchen table. Jake and Amanda were visibly tired, probably from their late night, but I didn’t care.
“We need to talk,” I began, my tone steady. “What you did last night was unacceptable. I missed my reunion, my plans, everything I’d looked forward to for weeks. You two need to reimburse me for my dress, my salon visit, and the money I prepaid for the dinner.”
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“Are you serious?” Jake asked, his eyes wide. “Mom, that’s petty.”
“I’m dead serious,” I replied. “This isn’t just about the money. It’s about respect for my time and my life.”
They eventually agreed to pay me back, though they grumbled about it the whole time. I set another boundary, clear and firm: no more last-minute drop-offs. They needed to ask first, or I wouldn’t be available.
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They pushed back, but I didn’t budge. By the end of the conversation, I felt empowered, determined to reclaim my time and dignity. They didn’t like it, but they reluctantly agreed.
A week after New Year’s Eve, the doorbell rang unexpectedly. I peered through the window and saw Jake and Amanda, the kids in tow. My stomach clenched. Not again.
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I grabbed my phone and hesitated for a moment, guilt tugging at me. But then I remembered the reunion, the photos I’d missed, and the way they’d brushed off my feelings.
I answered the call through the intercom. “Hi, Jake. I’m not home right now.”
There was silence before he responded. “What? Mom, we’re here with the kids.”
“I told you last week, Jake,” I said firmly. “You need to call ahead. I have plans.”
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“But we’re already here!” Amanda chimed in, her voice tinged with annoyance.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t help you this time,” I replied. My heart raced as I hung up, leaning against the wall to steady myself. I heard muffled voices outside, followed by the sound of their car pulling away.
For the rest of the day, guilt gnawed at me, but so did a sense of relief. I had stood my ground.
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In the weeks that followed, something changed. Jake began calling before visits, and when they needed help, they asked instead of assuming. I even noticed Amanda being more polite during our conversations.
These small changes made a big difference. With clear boundaries, our relationship felt lighter, more respectful. I no longer dreaded surprise drop-offs, and I felt proud for reclaiming my time.
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Before Disembarking Plane, Pilot Notices Last Passenger inside Who Is a Carbon Copy of Him – Story of the Day
Before disembarking the plane he had just landed, Captain Edward Blair noticed a lone man on the plane who refused to leave. Upon looking clearly, he realized the man was his carbon copy.
“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is Captain Edward Blair speaking. We have just landed at the Chicago Midway International Airport. We hope you enjoyed your flight with us, and we wish to see you on one of your future flights,” the captain spoke from the cockpit after successfully landing the aircraft.
After parking the plane, the captain and his first officer followed protocol by waiting for all passengers to disembark before leaving the cockpit. When it was their turn to leave, he opened the cockpit door and saw the flight purser talking to a man who refused to leave the plane.
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“Everything good here?” Edward asked, approaching them.
The flight purser nodded. “I’ll give you guys some time,” she smiled before walking towards the back of the plane.
Edward was confused about why she wanted to leave him alone with the passenger until he realized what she meant. There stood a man who looked exactly like him. Before he could say anything, the man spoke.
“Do you want to see mom?” he asked.
“I can’t believe my eyes. Is it you, Adam? Did mom ever come back? She’s alive and well?” Edward replied, so many thoughts suddenly rushing to his head.
Adam was Edward’s twin brother, whom he hadn’t seen in decades. Edward left the orphanage when he was eight, and they were now 32 years old.
“I asked you a question first. Do you want to see your mom?” Adam asked again with an impatient tone.
Edward nodded, and Adam stepped out of the plane. Edward followed behind and the two of them got into a taxi heading towards the city.
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On the way, Adam was silent the entire time. Meanwhile, Edward couldn’t help but try and explain himself with tears in his eyes.
“When she left us at the orphanage, I really didn’t think she’d ever come back. I didn’t want to get my hopes up. I understood that she couldn’t feed us because dad left, but I thought she left us because a part of her wanted to leave us too. I didn’t think she’d ever come back, Adam,” he explained.
“So instead, you agreed to be adopted by a wealthy family. You chose them over ME! I begged you for days not to leave me in that place, but you chose to live a life of comfort over your own blood. She came back a year after you left, and she couldn’t forgive herself for losing you,” Adam answered back.
“Up until today, she blames herself for not having enough to keep you. Don’t get me wrong – I hate you. In fact, I hate you as much as I hate our father. I stopped looking for you years ago, but when I heard your name on that plane, I remembered mom and her wish to see you,” he added with gritted teeth.
After a couple of minutes, the taxi came to a stop. Adam got out and stormed towards an old house that surprised Edward. He realized that his brother and mother lived in poverty.
Although Adam had a long-time girlfriend, he could not ask her to marry him because he spent most of his time working and caring for his sick mother. He’s always wanted to settle down and start a family, but he felt indebted to his mom and wanted to make sure she lived the rest of her life comfortably.
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As they entered the house, Edward immediately saw his mother, Annie, in a wheelchair, sitting in their living room. When she saw both her sons in the same room, she sobbed and could not calm down.
“Oh my god, it’s you, Edward. Adam, you and your brother are both here. You’re back,” she sobbed, bringing her wheelchair closer to her sons.
“He’s not back, mom. He just came to see you, but he’ll be back in his mansion when the night ends,” Adam said passively while pouring a glass of water for his mom to calm down.
Edward didn’t hesitate to walk toward his mom, hug her and beg for forgiveness. “I’m so sorry, mom. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you when you said you’d come back for us. I wish you could forgive me,” he cried.
“I don’t blame you, son. I don’t blame you at all. I am sorry for not being able to give you and Adam a good life from the beginning. I wish I could, but it was so difficult for me to find work. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so glad that you’re here,” his mother replied, stroking his hair as they embraced.
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“Would you like to stay the night? We have a lot to catch up on. I’d love for you to spend more time with us,” she asked him.
“I’m sorry, mom, but I have to go home tonight. I got a job in France, so my adoptive parents and I will be moving. The flight back home to Chicago was my last one here. I think it was meant to be that Adam was in the flight, as I got to see you,” he explained.
After hearing that his son was moving to Europe, Annie was heartbroken. “You’re leaving?” she said weakly. “I wish we could have found each other sooner… I’m sad that our time together was so short.”
“I’m sorry, mom. I will visit you as much as I can. I am sure I’ll have flights to the US,” Edward said, apologizing once more.
“Stop getting her hopes up. She doesn’t deserve to be heartbroken at her age. Get out!” Adam retorted, realizing that his brother simply just wanted to see their mother but not build a connection with her.
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A couple of days after their encounter, Adam noticed a transportation service arrive in the house across from theirs, and men started loading furniture inside, along with appliances.
“Mom, it seems someone bought the house right in front of ours. We’ll have new neighbors soon,” he told her.
Annie was delighted, as she had always wanted neighbors. She enjoyed baking and was looking to share her creations with other people.
However, they were surprised when the man who followed shortly after, driving a luxury vehicle, turned out to be Edward. Adam and Annie opened their front door to confront him. “What are you doing here?” Adam asked his brother.
“I spoke to my wife about what happened the other day, and we both realized that our home wasn’t in France, but here. I turned down the job offer from the French airline and told my adoptive parents I wanted to relocate somewhere in Chicago instead. They understood and promised they’d keep in touch while they enjoyed their retirement in Europe,” Edward explained.
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“I am sorry that I never got a chance to look for you, mom. I know I’ve made many mistakes in the past, but I hope you give me a chance to prove to you that I am not a bad person and that I genuinely want to spend time with you. I want to reconnect with you too, Adam. We are brothers. I love you both, and I will prove just how much if you’d let me,” he added.
Annie could not believe it, and she began to cry. Edward introduced his wife Emma and young daughter Alex to Annie and Adam, warming their hearts. While Annie caught up with Alex and Emma, Adam and Edward had a good talk.
“I know you don’t trust me at all, Adam, but please give me this chance to prove to you that I have good intentions for you and mom,” he begged.
“I’m willing to let go of my past issues for mom’s sake. She looks happy, and that’s all that matters to me,” Adam admitted.
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The brothers caught up with one another, and Edward found out that Adam had a long-time girlfriend he wanted to marry. He volunteered to take care of their mother in the house next door while Adam worked on his own personal relationship.
Edward had Adam’s house repaired, and the renovations made it look good as new. Adam began to work on his personal life while Edward and his family cared for Annie next door. The family would get together every night for a good meal and conversation.
What can we learn from this story?
- People meant to be in your life will always find their way back to you. Adam didn’t know that Edward was on his flight back to Chicago that day. Their chance encounter brought Edward back to the company of his mother and brother, whom he had not seen for years.
- It’s never too late to start over. Adam was angry at his brother Edward for abandoning him, but they were able to set aside their differences for the sake of their mom. They ended up rebuilding their relationships with one another, leading them to become a stronger and happier family.
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