Finding diapers in my teenage son’s backpack left me speechless. When I followed him after school, what I discovered sent a shiver down my spine. It also forced me to face a truth about myself I’d been avoiding for years.
My alarm went off at 5:30 a.m., the same as every weekday for the past decade. I was showered, dressed, and answering emails before the sun came up.
By 7:00 a.m., I was in the kitchen, making coffee while scrolling through the day’s meetings.
“Morning, Mom,” Liam mumbled, shuffling into the kitchen in his school sweatshirt.
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“Morning, honey,” I said, sliding a plate of toast toward him. “Don’t forget you have that history test today.”
He nodded while his eyes were glued to his phone.
That was our routine.
Brief morning conversations, quick goodbyes, and then I’d go to run MBK Construction. It was the company my father had built from nothing.
When he died three years ago, I promised myself I’d make him proud. I decided the company would thrive under my leadership, no matter what it took.
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To be honest, what it took was my marriage.
Tom couldn’t handle being married to someone who worked fourteen-hour days.
“You’re married to that company, not me,” he’d said the night he left.
Maybe he was right. But if he really loved me, he would have accepted that drive as part of who I am.
Instead, he found someone who put him first. Good for him. I had a legacy to protect.
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And I also had Liam. My brilliant, kind-hearted son who somehow survived the divorce without becoming bitter.
At 15, he was already taller than me, with his father’s easy smile and my determination. Watching him grow into a young man made all the sacrifices worth it.
Lately, though, something had been off. He’d been quieter and more distracted. At dinner last week, I caught him staring at nothing.
“Earth to Liam,” I said, waving my hand in front of his face. “Where’d you go?”
He blinked, shaking his head. “Sorry. Just thinking about stuff.”
“What kind of stuff? School? A girl?”
“It’s nothing, Mom. Just tired.”
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I let it go. Teenagers need space, right? That’s what all the parenting books say.
But then I started noticing other things.
He was always on his phone, texting someone—then quickly hiding the screen when I walked by. He started asking to walk to school instead of letting me drive him.
And then he started keeping his bedroom door closed. All the time.
I figured it was just normal teenage privacy. Until Rebecca called.
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“Kate? This is Rebecca, Liam’s English teacher.”
“Is everything okay?” I asked, cradling the phone between my ear and shoulder as I signed a contract.
“I’m concerned about Liam. His grades have dropped significantly over the past month. He’s missed two quizzes, and yesterday he wasn’t in class at all, even though the attendance office marked him present for the day.”
My pen froze. “What?”
“I just wanted to check if everything is alright at home. This isn’t like Liam at all.”
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“He’s… he’s been going to school every day. Nothing’s wrong at home, and he hasn’t mentioned anything bothering him lately.”
“Well, he’s definitely not making it to my class. And from what I’ve heard from his other teachers, I’m not the only one noticing his absences.”
After hanging up, I sat frozen at my desk.
My perfect son was skipping school? Why? Because of a girl? Some kind of trouble?
That night, I tried to casually bring it up.
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“How was school today?” I asked over dinner.
“Fine,” he said, pushing pasta around his plate.
“Classes going okay? English still your favorite?”
He shrugged. “It’s alright.”
“Liam,” I said, putting down my fork. “Is there something you want to talk about? Anything at all?”
For a moment, I thought he might open up. His eyes met mine, and it looked like he was considering it. But then the wall came back up.
“I’m good, Mom. Really. Just tired from practice.”
I nodded and let it drop. But I knew one thing for certain.
I needed to find out what my son was hiding.
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The next day, I went into his room while he was playing video games in the living room.
I’d never invaded his privacy before, but these weren’t normal circumstances. If he was in trouble, I needed to know.
His room was surprisingly neat for a teenage boy—bed made, clothes put away, everything carefully organized.
Then, my gaze landed on his backpack, sitting on his desk chair.
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That’s where I’m going to find all the answers, I thought. I picked it up and quickly unzipped it.
Textbooks. Notebooks. Calculator. Nothing unusual.
Then, I unzipped a small side pocket and reached inside. What I pulled out made no sense at all.
A plastic package.
Diapers.
Not just any diapers—newborn diapers.
My hands started shaking. Why would my 15-year-old son have baby diapers?Was he hanging out with someone who had a baby? Or… God forbid… was he a father himself?
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I sat on his bed, trying to make sense of the package, but nothing added up.
Liam was responsible and cautious, and he’d never even mentioned having a girlfriend. But these diapers didn’t just appear in his backpack by magic.
I returned everything exactly as I’d found it and walked back to the living room.
Liam sat on the couch, playing video games, completely at ease. He laughed when his character died, casually killing zombies like nothing was wrong.
How could he sit there so casually while keeping such a massive secret?
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After he went to bed, I made up my mind. Tomorrow, I wouldn’t go to work. Tomorrow, I would follow my son.
Morning came, and I stuck to our normal routine, pretending everything was fine.
“Have a good day, honey,” I called as he headed out the door.
“You too, Mom.”
I waited until he was halfway down the block before grabbing my keys and sunglasses. I followed at a distance in my car, feeling ridiculous.
But then Liam did something that proved my suspicions weren’t overblown. Instead of turning left toward school, he went right.
Away from school.
Away from our neighborhood.
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I followed him for twenty minutes as he walked confidently through increasingly unfamiliar streets.
The neat houses and manicured lawns of our neighborhood gave way to older, smaller homes with peeling paint and chain-link fences. This area was the opposite of the exclusive community where we lived.
Finally, Liam stopped in front of a small, weathered bungalow. My heart pounded as I parked across the street and watched him walk up to the front door.
He didn’t knock. Instead, he pulled out a key.
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I watched him unlock the door and step inside like he belonged there.
My son had a key to someone else’s house.
With my heart pounding against my chest, I got out of my car and walked up to the front door. I took a deep breath and knocked, unaware of how everything would change in just a few minutes.
The door opened, and there stood Liam, his eyes wide with shock. But what left me speechless wasn’t my son’s expression.
It was the tiny baby he was cradling in his arms.
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“Mom?” His voice cracked. “What are you doing here?”
Before I could answer, a familiar figure appeared behind him. An older man with stooped shoulders and salt-and-pepper hair.
I immediately recognized him. It was Peter, our former office cleaner. The man I fired three months ago for chronic tardiness.
“Ma’am,” he said quietly. “Please, come in.”
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I stepped inside, my mind struggling to connect the dots. The small living room was modestly furnished with baby supplies scattered everywhere.
“Liam,” I said. “What’s going on? Why are you here with… with a baby?”
My son looked down at the infant in his arms, then back at me. “This is Noah. He’s Peter’s grandson.”
Peter gestured to a worn couch. “Please, sit. I’ll explain everything.”
As I sat down, still stunned, Liam gently bounced the baby, who couldn’t have been more than a few months old.
“Remember how I used to hang out with Peter when Dad would drop me off at your office after school?” Liam began. “He taught me how to play chess.”
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I nodded slowly. Peter had worked for MBK Construction for nearly a decade. He’d always been kind to Liam.
“When I heard you fired him, I wanted to check on him,” Liam continued. “So, I found his address and came by after school one day.”
“And I welcomed the visit,” Peter said. “But I wasn’t alone.”
“Where did the baby come from?” I asked, still trying to process everything.
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Peter’s eyes filled with sadness. “My daughter, Lisa. She… she’s had a rough life.” He hesitated, then sighed. “About a month ago, she showed up with Noah. Said she couldn’t handle it. By morning, she was gone. Left the baby and never came back.”
“Why didn’t you call social services?” I asked.
“They’d take him away,” Peter said simply. “Put him in the system. Lisa will come back when she’s ready. She always does.”
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“But in the meantime, Peter needed help,” Liam added. “He was trying to find a new job, going to interviews, but couldn’t bring a baby. So, I started coming over during my free periods to watch Noah.”
I looked at my son in disbelief. “You’ve been skipping school to babysit?”
“Only my study hall and lunch,” Liam said quickly. “But then Noah got colic, and Peter was so exhausted. So, I… uhhh… I started missing a few classes. I know it was wrong, Mom, but what was I supposed to do? They needed help.”
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That’s when I realized something that sent a shiver down my spine.
While I’d been consumed with board meetings and profit margins, my 15-year-old son had been shouldering an adult responsibility that even I hadn’t noticed.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.
Liam and Peter exchanged glances.
“You fired him for being late,” Liam said quietly. “You didn’t even ask why.”
That was true. I couldn’t deny it.
I never asked Peter why he’d been showing up late at work. I didn’t care if he was facing problems at home.
I’d been too busy. Too focused on the company.
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That’s when I really saw Peter for the first time.
The man was exhausted and had dark circles under his eyes. Had he always looked this tired when he worked for me? How had I never noticed? Had I been so caught up in my own life that I never even thought to ask if he was okay?
“I’m sorry,” I said to Peter. “I had no idea what you were going through.”
“It’s not your fault,” he replied. “I should have explained.”
“No,” I shook my head. “I should have asked.”
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I watched as Liam gently rocked the baby, who had fallen asleep against his shoulder. My son had shown more compassion than I had in years.
Standing up, I made a decision. “Peter, I want you to come back to work at MBK Construction.”
His eyes widened. “Ma’am, I—”
“With flexible hours,” I continued. “And we’ll set up a proper childcare situation for Noah. Maybe even an on-site daycare for employees. It’s something we should have done years ago.”
“You’d do that?” Peter asked.
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“It’s the least I can do,” I said.
Then, I turned to my son. “Liam, I’m sorry I haven’t been more present. That’s going to change, I promise.”
“Thanks, Mom,” he smiled.
That night, after we’d made arrangements for Peter and Noah, Liam and I sat at our kitchen table with pizza and honesty between us.
“I’m proud of you,” I told him. “But no more skipping school, okay? We’ll figure this out together.”
He nodded. “Deal.”
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As I watched him head upstairs to bed, I realized that in trying to preserve my father’s legacy, I’d almost missed the most important legacy of all: my son.
It took finding diapers in a backpack to remind me of what really mattered.
Her Mom Never Wanted a Daughter & She Was Made to Believe She Was Ugly — Now She’s a TV Star Once Listed Among the Most Beautiful People
For someone who was called “fatso” and had no intention of becoming a famous Hollywood star, this actress has certainly made a name for herself. After her breakout role, she garnered so much attention that she earned a special accolade.
This actress once revealed that her mother never wanted a daughter, and she grew up sheltered because of her strict father. Despite being bullied and called ugly, she eventually found peace and married the love of her life.
What was Her Childhood like?
In her memoir, “This Is Just My Face: Try Not To Stare,” the actress wrote about her childhood and mother, who she confirmed during an interview in 2017 still sang in subways.
The actress’ mother had been a teacher at her school until the fourth grade. Originally from the southern state of Georgia, her mom then took a sabbatical and started singing in the subway.
Her mother realized she could make more money performing than working for the Board of Education and decided to stick with it. The celebrity recalled her mother taking her and her brother to the subway, where she would sing for around five hours.
The actress remembered sitting on a bench within eyesight or earshot, doing her homework or reading books. Her mother performed at New York City’s Penn Station while she wandered around the station or visited a nearby bookstore.
At the bookstore, she was allowed to pull books off the shelves and read without paying. She suspected they permitted this because they knew her mother. Every now and then, she’d ask her mother for money to buy a new “Clue” book or the latest “Nancy Drew.”
Her mother always gave her the money, encouraging her to focus on reading. On the other hand, her father was very strict. He was from Senegal, studied architecture in France, and later became a cab driver when he moved to New York.
The actress shared that both her parents spanked her growing up, but she rejected labeling it as abuse, even when directly challenged. She emphasized that people often interpret others’ experiences through their own lens.
For her, spanking was a culturally rooted form of discipline common in communities of color, not an act of cruelty. She explained that her father’s upbringing in Africa, where safety and community were stable, shaped his beliefs about discipline.
After moving to Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn—a much more dangerous environment—he felt strong discipline was necessary to protect his children. Although it took years for father and daughter to fully understand each other, she never considered him abusive, especially seeing how relaxed he became with his younger children later.
She recalled a tender memory of her father carefully granting her small bits of independence, such as letting her fetch the mail while he watched closely from the doorway.
He would warn her against using the staircase, fearing for her safety, and waited to hear her shout from the elevator when she entered it out of his view. Ironically, her brother, who was only 11 months older, had far more independence. Unfortunately, part of her childhood also involved bullying.
Life’s Harsh Realities
When she turned six, the actress, who was raised in Harlem, started noticing what other children said about her. She spoke about the bullying she endured at that age regarding her weight, “You know, it’s, like, that weird thing where, like, I realize this thing about myself – I’m not magic, so now I have to pick you apart. And I have to pick myself apart.”
The star added, “And I think that was the age where people started calling me Fatso and you-this and you-that, blah, blah blah. That’s what helped me to notice.” In her book, she wrote about praying in the fourth grade for God to make her less sensitive because of how badly she was mocked.
At that time, her parents’ marriage was crumbling; they separated when she was 12, leaving her feeling “unhinged.” She recalled crying for hours and experiencing tightness in her chest when someone said something hurtful.
Panic attacks made breathing difficult, and she sometimes felt like she might die. Noticing that she could cry for up to three hours during school, she began praying about her sensitivity, unaware she was dealing with a medical condition.
The actress battled depression and anxiety unnoticed throughout elementary and junior high school. The issues persisted into high school, with the panic attacks intensifying during her commute to school.
After transferring schools, her struggles worsened, and she realized her issues were not just about being bullied for her weight. She eventually sought medical help and spoke about her struggles.
The actress on “Saturday Night Live” on April 24, 2010 | Source: Getty Images
Another painful memory was the rejection she felt from her mother. She recalled, “My mom always told me that she never wanted to have a daughter.” The star acknowledged how harsh that sounded but explained it prepared her for understanding that “being a Black woman was not going to be easy. That’s what my mom told me.”
Her mother believed having a daughter was hard because girls lead difficult lives. The actress said, “Those were the first lessons I got about being a Black woman. Today, as an adult, I would really like to erase that narrative from my life.” Despite these challenges, stardom found her.
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Becoming an Actress and Getting Hate
By 2010, the actress had become a well-known celebrity, staying in luxurious hotel suites for interviews. That year, she was based in the UK for the London Film Festival. She confessed that she hadn’t planned for the life she now had.
Just two years earlier, at 24, she was working as a receptionist to support her psychology studies in college when she auditioned for a film on a whim. She had just enrolled for her third year when she auditioned. Her resume listed only three minor college theater roles, yet she secured the lead role in “Precious.”
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She canceled her classes to star in the film, which became a breakout hit at Sundance in early 2009. The movie received three Golden Globe nominations, including Best Actress for Gabourey Sidibe, along with an Academy Award nomination.
After her nomination, a famous radio host went on air, claiming it was an anomaly. He alleged that Sidibe’s Hollywood peers were only “pretending” she was one of them and said she would never act again because of her weight.
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The star shared that she had never dreamed of becoming an actress and felt overwhelmed by the film’s success. She explained that she has a neutral accent, stating, “I don’t have what we call the blackccent.”
However, despite no formal acting training, she recognized that her character would have an accent, so she deepened her voice to fit the role. Part of her Hollywood success came from her hustle and hard work.
Gabourey Sidibe at the “Our Idiot Brother” screening in New York on August 22, 2011 | Source: Getty Images
Despite two psychics predicting fame for her, Sidibe never believed she would gain the same recognition as her Hollywood idols. Today, she excels both in front of and behind the camera, although her journey also included a significant decision regarding her health.
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Going Under the Knife
In May 2016, after enduring bullying and struggling with weight loss, Sidibe underwent laparoscopic bariatric surgery. She made the decision after she and her brother were diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes.
The actress did the procedure because she didn’t want to worry about the effects that come with having diabetes. She explained, “I genuinely [would] worry all the time about losing my toes.”
Gabourey Sidibe at the 13th premiere and after party of the New York Film Festival Opening Night Gala on September 30, 2016 | Source: Getty Images
Sidibe expressed frustration that people assumed they cared more about her health than she did. “But I care more than anybody really knows. Of course I care. It’s been my body my whole life, and I didn’t want to be afraid anymore. And I’ve been feeling like that for some time,” she said.
Even after surgery, she continued to obsess over her body, eating habits, and weight. However, she learned to trust herself and embraced the mantra “faith over fear,” understanding that her decisions were personal.
Gabourey Sidibe at the 27th Annual Beat the Odds ceremony in Los Angeles on December 7, 2017 | Source: Getty Images
Initially, she weighed herself five or six times daily, tracking natural fluctuations. Eventually, she stopped that behavior and now weighs herself every two weeks or whenever she feels the need.
For the first 17 days post-surgery, Sidibe consumed only liquids and became depressed. However, by 2017, she was following meal plans, eating five times a day, cooking, consulting her nutritionist, and using apps to log her meals.
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She also became more active, using her Apple Watch to track her movements. The actress had tricycles both at her Los Angeles home and on set in Chicago, riding them during lunch breaks.
She revealed that she felt stronger, more mobile, and no longer feared losing her toes. After her breakout role in “Precious,” she was featured in People magazine’s World’s Most Beautiful issue, an honor she called “really dope!”
Gabourey Sidibe at the Variety Cannes Lions Studio at the Cannes Lions Festival in France on June 21, 2017 | Source: Getty Images
Still, Sidibe acknowledged that she likely would not have been included if she weren’t an actress. She pointed out that such lists typically feature celebrities, not regular people.
While she believes she’s beautiful—crediting her parents for her features—she often doubts whether others genuinely see her that way. “Other than my very obvious beautiful [expletive] features, like my cheekbones, my skin-tone? Get out of here. Gorgeous!” she said, affirming her self-worth with humor.
The actress admitted that she spent much of her life hearing she was ugly, both from outsiders and within her own community. Even after being named one of the Most Beautiful at 26, internalizing that recognition was difficult.
Decades of negative conditioning weren’t easily undone, even by career success. Though she now believes in her own beauty, she remains skeptical of outside praise.
“Yeah, I’m beautiful, but I’m not convinced that you’re convinced of that,” she said. Sidibe described her beauty as something deeply personal: “My beauty is like my own secret in this way.” She explained that maintaining confidence is a daily practice, not a permanent achievement.
Confidence, for her, is like applying lipstick—it needs daily renewal. High heels, a good hairstyle, intelligence, friends, and humor all contribute to her sense of self-worth. For Sidibe, confidence isn’t automatic; it’s something she cultivates consciously. Despite her size, she enjoys photo shoots and embraces her body.
Accepting Herself and Fighting for Others
Sidibe once said about photo shoots, “I feel like a model. It justifies everyone in my life who told me I wouldn’t be anything until I lost weight.” It also justified the little girl who cried, thinking she didn’t belong in front of a camera.
However, reaching that confidence took time, only happening around age 21. She recalled becoming tired of letting others define her worth. Lee Daniels, the director of “Precious,” had high praise for her.
He said, “[Gabby] may be in a state of denial or on a higher plane than the rest of us, but either way, she breaks your heart in the movie.” Responding to his comment, she stated, “I was like, ‘What the hell? I’m in denial?’ No, I know what I look like. I’m very much aware.”
When asked where her confidence came from, she explained, “It came from me.” She added, “One day I decided that I was beautiful, and so I carried out my life as if I was a beautiful girl.”
Sidibe said what helps her is wearing the colors she loves and the makeup that makes her feel pretty. Advising others struggling with self-image, she said, “It doesn’t have anything to do with how the world perceives you. What matters is what you see. Your body is your temple, it’s your home, and you must decorate it.”
In 2021, she partnered with the Child Mind Institute and its May Mental Health Awareness campaign. Her own struggles with depression inspired her to work alongside the nonprofit organization to launch Getting Better Together.
The star revealed that she was 19 or 20 when she was diagnosed with anxiety, depression, and an eating disorder. In a video, the actress shared, “I remember having almost no one, really, to turn to. I couldn’t talk about it with my parents, or my friends or my friend’s parents. Everyone would tell me I was too young, too young to feel sad all the time or too young to feel stressed out.”
She explained how people around her tried to convince her that she wasn’t feeling what she felt. Fortunately, her instincts, which told her something was wrong, were louder, and she managed to save herself.
However, she recognized that not everyone had the ability to do the same or even to recognize that they needed help. That realization inspired her to start the Getting Better Together initiative. She urged, “If you or a young person you know is struggling, please go to ChildMind.org for resources and help.” Since then, she’s gotten married and welcomed children.
Celebrating Love and Growth
Gabourey Sidibe has since married Brandon Frankel, and together they share two children. In April 2025, the couple uploaded various images of their twins, Cooper and Maya, as they celebrated their first birthday.
The proud parents reflected on a full year filled with love and laughter. They described the twins as hilarious, sweet, and remarkably well-behaved. From walking and talking to dancing, hugging, and even demanding songs or calling every animal “CAT!”, the little ones have blossomed into vibrant mini humans.
Their parents expressed feeling honored to watch them grow and excited for all the learning and discovery ahead.
“We LOVE being your parents—the best is yet to come!” they wrote in a heartfelt celebration of the milestone.
The month before, the couple celebrated their wedding anniversary with help from Brides magazine.
For their fourth anniversary, they graced the magazine’s cover in 2022, and the publication honored them by inviting readers to revisit their love story through a special link in their bio.
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