Um garotinho órfão chora na igreja, implorando a Deus para enviar sua mãe para levá-lo. No minuto seguinte, ele fica pálido quando uma voz responde por trás, dizendo: “Eu te levo.”
Uma série de emoções não contadas está ligada a crianças abandonadas pelos pais. Alan, de seis anos, era uma dessas crianças negligenciadas que ansiava por ver sua mãe, mas nunca teve essa chance.
Um dia, em um encontro fortuito na igreja, o mundo do pequeno Alan mudou. Ele estava chorando, implorando a Deus para enviar sua mãe até ele, dizendo a Deus o quão diferente seu mundo seria se sua mãe estivesse com ele.
Em meio aos seus altos gritos e à discussão emocionante com Deus, uma voz estranha falou por trás, oferecendo-se para levá-lo…
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“Querido Jesus, dizem que você ouve tudo. Meus guardiões no lar adotivo me disseram para bater na sua porta e pedir tudo o que eu precisava. Eu quero minha mamãe. Você pode, por favor, mandá-la para mim?”
“Alan, meu garoto! Eu vim por você. Eu vim para te levar para casa.”
Alan chorou enquanto cruzava as mãos em oração e olhava para o crucifixo. Seus olhos estavam dolorosamente vermelhos, e suas bochechas macias e rosadas estavam molhadas.
“Minha babá me disse que você atende às orações de todos. Então por que não atende às minhas?”
O vestíbulo ecoou com os altos gritos de Alan. Ele estava com o coração partido. Ele não queria voltar para o abrigo, onde as crianças frequentemente zombavam dele. Elas constantemente o provocavam dizendo que sua mãe nunca voltaria e que ele não tinha escolha a não ser esperar que alguém o adotasse.
“Ninguém estaria interessado em levar um bebê chorão como você para casa”, foram algumas das coisas mais duras que ele ouviu de outras crianças no abrigo. Alan chorou muito naquele dia, exigindo de Deus uma resposta.
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“Alan, shhh!”, interrompeu sua guardiã, Nancy. “É uma igreja. Fique quieto e não chore. As pessoas estão observando você. Por favor, acalme-se.”
Alan tentou controlar suas lágrimas. Ele continuou olhando para o crucifixo até que viu uma mulher com uma criança entrar na igreja. Ele não conseguiu mais segurar as lágrimas e começou a chorar novamente.
“Jesus, você não está me respondendo. Por favor, eu quero ficar com minha mamãe como aquela menina. Babá, por que Jesus não está respondendo? Você me disse que ele respondeu todas as nossas orações, mas por que ele não me disse nada?”
Nancy olhou para o menino e sorriu para suas perguntas inocentes.
“Eu te levo”, uma voz de mulher disse de repente atrás deles. “Meu bebê, eu vim por você. Por favor, pare de chorar.”
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Alan e Nancy ficaram assustados. Eles se viraram, e atrás deles estava a mulher com a criança que Alan tinha visto momentos antes.
“Alan, meu garoto! Eu vim por você. Eu vim para te levar para casa”, ela gritou.
“Quem é você? Como sabe o nome do garoto?” questionou Nancy, segurando Alan com força.
“Meu nome é Annette. Sou a mãe de Alan. Venho aqui todos os dias para vê-lo e garantir que ele está bem.”
“Seu filho? Você tem alguma prova?”
Annette tirou uma foto dela segurando um bebê recém-nascido nos braços. “Eu o deixei na porta do abrigo há seis anos.”
“Isso é inacreditável. Era assim que Alan parecia quando o peguei na porta pela primeira vez naquela noite chuvosa. Ouvi o choro alto de um bebê lá fora no pátio e o encontrei lá. Por que você deixou seu bebê? Como pode ser uma mãe tão sem coração?”
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Annette começou a chorar e contou a história mais triste de sua vida.
Seis anos atrás, ela tinha 16 anos e acidentalmente engravidou do filho do namorado. Depois que ela revelou isso a ele, ele a abandonou e se mudou para outro estado, bloqueando o contato dela. Os pais de Annette a aconselharam a interromper a gravidez, mas ela não conseguiu.
“Meus pais me deram apenas uma escolha — abandonar meu bebê ou esquecê-los e o legado que eu herdaria. Eu era muito ingênua e jovem para me tornar mãe, então deixei meu bebê recém-nascido no abrigo e segui em frente.”
Annette acrescentou que terminou a faculdade e se casou com outro homem. A garota que estava com ela, Amy, era sua filha desse casamento.
“Eu tentei o meu melhor, mas não consegui esquecer meu filho. Visito esta igreja frequentemente para observá-lo de longe. Mas depois de ouvi-lo chorando por sua mãe hoje, não consegui mais me segurar. Quero levá-lo para casa comigo.”
Logo, Annette começou as formalidades legais para obter a custódia de Alan de volta. Ela fez testes de DNA com ele, revelando que eles eram mãe e filho por uma compatibilidade de 99 por cento. Embora ela tenha levado Alan para casa com sucesso e restaurado o relacionamento deles, isso veio com um preço alto.
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Os pais de Annette se voltaram contra ela e a cortaram de suas vidas e de seu testamento. Pior ainda, seu marido se voltou contra ela, apesar de saber a verdade sobre seu passado obscuro.
“Eu casei com você porque você foi honesta sobre seu relacionamento fracassado com seu ex-namorado e pensou que nunca mais iria querer aquela criança. Mas agora, até seus pais a rejeitaram. Olha, eu não estou disposto a ser pai do filho de outra pessoa. Estou pronto para sustentar minha filha financeiramente, mas nosso casamento acabou”, disse seu marido Jason, imediatamente entrando com o pedido de divórcio.
Annette e Jason se divorciaram logo depois. Annette conseguiu a custódia da filha e ficou encantada em ter Alan de volta.
“Nunca mais venha até nós implorando por dinheiro” foram as últimas palavras que ela ouviu seus pais lhe dizerem, e Annette estava bem com isso. Ela sentia que sua vida estava completa, mesmo sem a aprovação de seus pais ou seu dinheiro.
Ela se mudou para o exterior com seus dois filhos maravilhosos, conseguiu um bom emprego e só pensa em viver uma vida feliz.
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O que podemos aprender com essa história?
- Deus responde às nossas orações. Sempre que Alan ia à igreja, ele chorava e pedia a Deus para enviar sua mãe até ele. Um dia, suas orações foram respondidas quando ele ouviu uma voz se oferecendo para levá-lo, e era sua mãe.
- Não abandone seus filhos e os puna por um erro que você cometeu. Quando Annette engravidou aos 16 anos, seus pais lhe disseram para abandonar o bebê. Ela obedeceu e seguiu em frente, sem saber como isso afetaria seu filho conforme ele crescesse.
Uma garotinha chora na igreja, pedindo a Deus para salvar a vida de sua avó doente. De repente, uma voz fala atrás dela, oferecendo ajuda. Clique aqui para ler a história completa.
I Came Home to Find My Kids Outside with Packed Bags — It Was the Hardest Day of My Life
I came home to find my children sitting on the porch, suitcases packed and confusion in their eyes. They said I told them to leave — but I hadn’t. As my heart raced and panic set in, a car pulled into the driveway, and when I saw who was behind the wheel, I knew things were about to get worse.
As I pulled into the driveway, my heart skipped a beat. There were my kids, sitting on the front steps with their suitcases beside them. My stomach churned. We had no trip planned. Why were my babies waiting with packed bags?
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I jumped out of the car, slamming the door behind me.
“What’s going on?” I called out, rushing over to them.
My son, Jake, looked up at me, confused. He was only ten, but in that moment, he seemed so small, so unsure.
“You told us to,” he said quietly.
“Told you to what?” I asked, my voice sharp. I knelt in front of them, my hands shaking. “Why are you out here with your things?”
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“You texted us,” he continued, glancing at his little sister, Emily, who was clutching her stuffed rabbit. “You told us to pack our bags and wait outside. You said Dad was coming to get us.”
I froze. My brain raced. “What? No, I didn’t!” I said, my voice rising. “I would never—let me see your phone.”
Jake hesitated, then pulled it from his pocket and handed it to me. I scrolled through the messages, my blood running cold as I read:
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“This is your mom. Pack your stuff, take the cash I left, and wait for Dad. He’ll be there soon.”
The words blurred in front of me. I hadn’t sent that. I hadn’t told them to do any of this. My heart pounded, and I felt a wave of nausea. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
“Mom?” Emily’s soft voice broke through my panic. I looked at her, her wide blue eyes searching mine. “Are we going with Dad?”
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“No, sweetheart,” I said quickly. “You’re not going anywhere.”
I stood up, gripping Jake’s phone in my hand, trying to figure out what to do next. And then I heard it—a car pulling into the driveway. My blood turned to ice. Slowly, I turned around.
It was him.
“Kids,” I said, my voice low and firm. “Go inside. Now.”
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Jake and Emily scrambled to their feet, grabbing their bags, but they hesitated at the door. I didn’t have time to reassure them, not with Lewis, my ex-husband stepping out of his car with that smug, self-satisfied look on his face.
“Well, isn’t this cozy?” he sneered. “Leaving the kids alone like this. Really great parenting.”
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“Are you serious?” I snapped, stepping toward him. My whole body was trembling, but I refused to back down. “What did you think you were doing, telling them to pack up and wait for you? You have no right to be here.”
He crossed his arms, casually leaning against his car, as if he hadn’t just tried to steal my children. “They shouldn’t have been left alone, if you were being a responsible mother.”
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“They were alone for two hours! I had a babysitter lined up, but she canceled at the last minute. I had no other options. It’s not like I’m leaving them out here in the dark!” I was trying to stay calm, but every word he said made my blood boil.
He shrugged, completely unmoved. “Sounds like an excuse to me. Maybe if you can’t handle this, you should let them stay with me.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “You lost custody for a reason, remember?”
He smirked. “Maybe that was a mistake.”
Before I could respond, the door creaked open behind me. Jake and Emily stood there, wide-eyed and scared, their little faces streaked with tears.
“Stop fighting!” Jake cried, his voice trembling. “Please, Mom. Please, Dad. Stop.”
Emily was crying now too, clutching her stuffed rabbit tighter, her small shoulders shaking.
Seeing that no one was leaving with him, Lewis got back into his car and left.
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As I watched my children stand there, tears running down their faces, something shifted inside me. Outwardly, I stayed firm, not letting my ex see how much this was tearing me apart. But deep down, I felt the weight of the situation.
This wasn’t going to end with today’s confrontation. No matter what I said or did, he would keep trying to manipulate them. He’d look for every opening, every weak spot, and use it against me.
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As I pulled my kids into my arms, I made a silent promise. I would protect them, no matter what. I wasn’t going to let him mess with their heads or make them think he was the hero in all of this. I had to think ahead. I had to be smarter than him.
I had heard bits and pieces about his new girlfriend. Her name was Lisa, and from what I could gather, she thought I was “crazy,” just like he had told her. He’d spun a whole story about me — how I was manipulative, obsessed, and unreasonable.
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She believed every word, because why wouldn’t she? He had always been good at playing the victim, painting himself as the perfect father who had been wronged.
But now I had proof. I had the fake texts, the custody ruling, and years of his manipulative behavior all laid out in front of me. This wasn’t about revenge in the traditional sense. I didn’t want to hurt him for the sake of hurting him. I just wanted the truth to come out.
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I combed through old messages, gathering any evidence I could find of his past manipulations. This wasn’t about exaggerating or twisting the truth. I wanted to present the facts, plain and simple. Let them speak for themselves.
Once I had everything, I reached out to Lisa. I didn’t want to confront her angrily. That wouldn’t work. I knew how carefully he had crafted his story, and I didn’t want to come off as the “crazy ex-wife” he’d warned her about. Instead, I asked if we could talk, calmly, in private. To my surprise, she agreed.
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When we sat down together, I could see the hesitation in her eyes. She was guarded, probably thinking I was about to yell or accuse her of something. But I didn’t. I took a deep breath and laid everything out in front of her.
“Look,” I said gently, sliding the phone across the table with the screenshots open. “I know what he’s told you about me. But this… this is the truth.”
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She glanced at the screen, her eyes widening as she read through the fake texts. I could see the confusion start to creep in as I handed her the legal documents next. She read them slowly, her expression hardening.
“I’m not here to tell you what to do,” I said. “I’m not asking you to leave him. But I thought you should know who he really is. He’s been lying to you, just like he lied to me.”
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I watched her reaction closely. At first, she tried to defend him. “He said you were difficult. That you made things impossible…”
“I’m sure that’s what he told you,” I said, keeping my voice calm. “But these are the facts. He’s been trying to take the kids from me, and he’s using them to hurt me. You don’t have to believe me. Just look at the evidence.”
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Lisa didn’t say much after that. I could tell she was processing everything, her mind turning over the things she had once believed about him. I didn’t need to push. I didn’t need to demand anything. The truth was already working its way into her thoughts, pulling apart the lies he had told her.
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A few weeks later, I heard from a mutual friend that their relationship was starting to fall apart. Lisa had started questioning him about everything. She didn’t trust him the way she used to, and that doubt spread through their relationship like a poison. Small cracks were turning into big ones, and their bond was unraveling.
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I didn’t have to do anything else. The truth was enough. He had spent months weaving a web of lies, and now, bit by bit, it was falling apart. I didn’t get the kind of revenge that leaves someone in tears or ruins their life. But I did get justice. And for me, that was enough.
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