A young woman’s impulse to help a grieving little girl ended up turning her life around and bringing her happiness.
How many of us can claim that destiny came knocking on our door? Yet that is what happened to Anna Uriel. In Anna’s case, destiny took the shape of a little girl with big brown eyes, her hair in a braid.
Anna answered the doorbell and found herself staring down at a little girl no more than six years old in a pretty gingham dress. “Hi sweetheart,” she said gently. “I think you have the wrong house.”
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The girl shook her head. “No, this is my mommy’s house. Please can you call her?”
“I’m sorry, hun,” Anna said. “I’m the only person who lives here.”
The child started crying. “Please, please! I need my mommy!”
“Hun, where is you daddy?” asked Anna.
“He’s at home. He says mommy’s gone forever, but I know it isn’t true. She’s here!” the girl sobbed.
Anna crouched down and looked the little girl in the eye. “Sweetie, I promise you your mommy’s not here. How about I give you some warm milk and cookies and I take you home to your daddy?”
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The girl looked up at Anna sadly. “Okay,” she whispered.
Anna turned to lead the girl into the house, but when she looked around again she was gone. Had it all been a dream? Anna walked next door and knocked on Mrs. Freman’s door.
She told Mrs. Freman about the mysterious little girl. “She vanished so quickly I almost felt it had all been a dream!” Anna concluded.
Mrs. Freman poured Anna some tea. “Your house used to belong to a little family. They had a little girl. Nice people. But the mother became very ill and after she passed away her husband sold the house. That must be the child.”
“Poor thing!” Anna sighed. “To lose her mother so young!”
“I can’t remember their name…” Mrs. Freman said. “It’s my memory…But the little girl… Her name was Cassie!”
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“Cassie,” Anna said. “If she comes back, I’ll call the police, take her home. She’s much too young to be wandering the streets alone.” But Cassie didn’t come back and Anna’s life continued as planned.
Anna had always believed in making plans. She’d planned to marry at 25 and to become a mother at 28, but for four years she and her husband had tried to conceive, and still there was no baby.
After a lot of painful treatments, Anna became pregnant, but sadly, she lost her baby when he was only a month old. The doctors told her her chances of having another were slim to none.
Her husband told her quite frankly that being childless was not in his plans, and he didn’t want to adopt. He walked out and left Anna devastated and alone with her shattered dreams.
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So Anna could understand Cassie’s pain, the empty place in her life and in her arms where her baby should be. Anna knew how hard it is to let go. She hoped Cassie would come back, but months went by without a visit.
Then one winter evening, there was a knock on her door. There in the doorway stood Cassie huddled in a winter coat, tears freezing on her little cheeks. “Please, lady, I really need my mommy. Daddy’s on the floor and I can’t wake him up. Please, please call my mommy!”
Anna was horrified. She grabbed her coat and her purse. “Honey, Cassie, right? Can you show me where your daddy is?”
Destiny can bring happiness to our door when we least expect it.
The child smiled radially up at Anna. “I knew you’d remember me, mommy! Come!” and she tugged urgently on Anna’s hand and led her to an apartment building three blocks away.
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Anna found the front door open, and lying in the middle of a squalid room was an unconscious man. She tried to shake him awake. He stank of alcohol! She dragged him off the floor and onto the couch and walked into the kitchen. It was a disgrace.
Anna set a pot of coffee brewing and started to clean up. Cassie followed her. “Mommy, are you going to make cookies? I’ve missed your cookies!”
“Cassie, I’m not your mommy, but I’ll make you some cookies,” Anna told the little girl. Over the next hour, Anna restored some much-needed order to the apartment and popped a tray of cookies into the oven.
Soon the delicious aroma of cookies and coffee filled the house. Anna filled a mug with coffee and went back to the man. She shook him. “Wake up!” she ordered, “Your daughter needs you!”
The man opened swollen eyes and for a moment his face reflected a dawning hope. “Bess?” he whispered.
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“I’m Anna, and your daughter came knocking on my door looking for her mother.” Anna’s voice was harsh. “She needs her father, so sober up and pull yourself together!”
The man struggled up off the couch. “I don’t need you or your help! Get out”
“I’m not here for you, you fool. I’m here for Cassie.” Anna snapped. “And remember, while you were here wallowing in self-pity she was knocking on a stranger’s door.”
Anna kissed Cassie goodbye and walked out. She never imagined she’d see Cassie or her awful dad ever again, but a week later, there was a knock on her door. A tall handsome man was standing there.
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“Hi,” he said nervously. “I wanted to thank you and to apologize…”
“I’m sorry,” Anna said bewildered. “Who are you?”
The man blushed. “I’m Jeffrey, Cassie’s dad. I wanted to thank you for what you did for Cassie — and for me. I was so lost in my grief I didn’t realize what Cassie was going through.”
Anna smiled. “It’s okay, I know how hard it is to pull through those dark days.”
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Jeffrey looked into Anna’s sad eyes. “You lost someone too?”
“My son,” Anna whispered, tears in her eyes. “After he died, my husband left…”
From then on, Anna started visiting Cassie and Jeffrey and the three of them helped each other through their grief. One day, Anna and Jeffrey discovered they were in love — Cassie already knew — and they got married.
Two years later, Anna was blessed by an unexpected miracle. She discovered she was pregnant and she and Jeffrey welcomed a beautiful, healthy baby boy. Cassie became the proudest big sister in the world.
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What can we learn from this story?
- Destiny can bring happiness to our door when we least expect it. Anna was sad and lonely until Cassie knocked on her door looking for her mother.
- Sometimes a wake-up call can turn a life around. Anna’s visit showed Jeffrey he had to stop grieving and focus on his daughter.
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My Stepdaughter Accused Me of Being a Golddigger after Getting Us to Pay for Her Wedding
I never thought my stepdaughter would accuse me of being a gold digger, especially after I tried so hard to connect with her. The tension peaked when we discussed her wedding budget, exposing deeper issues in our blended family.
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My name is Emily, and I’m married to John. We’ve been together for four years, and his late wife passed away a year before we met. We dated for two years before tying the knot. John has one daughter, Sophie, who is 28 years old.
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She doesn’t see me as her stepmom, just as her dad’s wife, which I understand since I didn’t raise her. Despite my efforts to be kind and generous, Sophie remains distant. As a child of divorce myself, I try not to force a relationship and let things develop naturally.
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Recently, Sophie got engaged, and we were all excited about it. One sunny afternoon, we gathered in our cozy living room, with sunlight streaming through the large bay windows. Sophie asked about our contribution to her wedding budget.
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John, sitting next to me on the couch, told her we could give $10,000. Sophie was disappointed as she had bigger plans for her wedding.
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She kept pressing for more, but John explained he was still rebuilding his savings. Before his late wife died, John had to deplete his savings, cash out his 401k, and even take a small mortgage on his house to cover medical and living expenses.
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He eventually had to switch to a lower-paying job with more flexible hours. Given these circumstances, $10,000 was a generous offer from him.
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When John went out for an errand, it was just me and Sophie in the room. She turned to me and asked if I would contribute more on top of what John was giving. I told her we discussed it as a couple and decided that $10,000 was a reasonable amount.
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Sophie’s face twisted with anger. “Sure, OBVIOUSLY you married an older man for HIS MONEY, not for what you could give,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
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I took a deep breath while almost on the brink of tears, staying calm despite the sting of her words. I told her that the money was from our joint account and that it was what he could afford. Afterward, I dropped a bombshell on her.
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“Yeah, sure, I only need this marriage for money. The thing you HAVE NO IDEA about is that on your wedding day, I was planning to give you money for your down payment as a gift from my own savings,” I explained.
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She looked taken aback, but I continued. “I’ve also been paying your college debt. Did you know that? All this time, I’ve been helping out because I care about your future.”
Sophie’s eyes widened, and she seemed at a loss for words. “I… I didn’t know that,” she finally said, her voice much softer. “It’s true,” I said. “I make more than your father, and I’ve been covering 70% of our household expenses. I wanted to help because I love him and I care about you too.”
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She stood there, embarrassed and silent. The room seemed to hold its breath as she absorbed my words. I decided to still participate in her wedding budget but chose not to give her the additional gift I had planned from my own savings.
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In the days that followed, Sophie’s attitude towards me began to change. One evening, as I was preparing dinner in our warm, inviting kitchen, Sophie approached me hesitantly.
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The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air, adding a comforting backdrop to our conversation. “Emily, I want to apologize for what I said,” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “I didn’t realize everything you’ve done for me and Dad.”
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I looked up from the cutting board, meeting her eyes. “Thank you, Sophie. It means a lot to hear you say that.” Over time, Sophie started to warm up to me.
She began to join me for morning coffee in the sunlit nook of our kitchen, where we would chat about her wedding plans and share stories. The hostility that once filled our interactions was slowly replaced with mutual respect and understanding.
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As Sophie’s wedding day approached, the preparations intensified. The venue was a picturesque vineyard nestled in rolling hills, with rows of grapevines stretching as far as the eye could see.
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On the day of the wedding, the sky was brilliant blue, and the weather was perfect, with a gentle breeze that carried the scent of blooming flowers.
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The ceremony took place in a charming gazebo draped with white roses and ivy. Guests were seated on wooden chairs arranged in neat rows on the lush green lawn.
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As the music started, everyone turned to watch Sophie walk down the aisle, radiant in her lace wedding gown. The dress had a vintage charm, with intricate embroidery and a long train that trailed gracefully behind her. She carried a bouquet of white peonies and lavender, adding a touch of elegance to her ensemble.
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John stood at the front, looking proud and emotional. When Sophie reached him, he took her hand, and they exchanged a few words that made both of them smile warmly.
The officiant began the ceremony, and as they exchanged vows, there wasn’t a dry eye among the guests. The love and sincerity in their voices were palpable.
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After the ceremony, everyone moved to a beautifully decorated tent for the reception. The tables were adorned with elegant centerpieces of fresh flowers and candles, creating a romantic and inviting atmosphere.
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The sounds of laughter and clinking glasses filled the air as guests enjoyed a sumptuous meal prepared by a renowned chef. Sophie and her husband shared their first dance under a canopy of twinkling fairy lights.
The moment was magical, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and joy for her. As the evening progressed, speeches were made, and toasts were given. John stood up to speak, his voice filled with emotion.
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“I am incredibly proud of you, Sophie,” he said. “You have grown into a beautiful, strong woman, and I am grateful to have witnessed this journey. Emily and I are so happy to see you marry the love of your life.”
Sophie looked at me, her eyes brimming with tears. “Emily, I owe you an apology,” she said, her voice shaking. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me and Dad. I appreciate it more than words can express.”
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The room fell silent as I stood up, feeling the weight of the moment. “Sophie, it has been my pleasure to support you and your father. I love you both very much, and I am so proud of the woman you have become.”
The rest of the evening was filled with dancing, laughter, and heartfelt conversations. Sophie and I shared several moments together, our bond stronger than ever before.
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The experience taught us both valuable lessons about patience, understanding, and the true meaning of family. Despite the rocky start, we emerged stronger, bound by the trials we had faced together.
By the end of the night, as we watched the newlyweds drive off into the moonlit night, John and I stood together, hand in hand, feeling a profound sense of peace and fulfillment. The journey had been challenging, but standing there, witnessing Sophie’s happiness, made it all worthwhile.
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