When my ex-husband, Josh, showed up on my doorstep after disappearing for 10 years, I had no idea why he’d returned. What could he possibly want now, after abandoning me and our daughter, Chloe?
Looking at Josh, I didn’t recognize the man I’d once fallen in love with. Time had aged him, and guilt was written all over his face. At that point, I had every right to slam the door in his face, but I didn’t do it.
I didn’t do it for Chloe’s sake. I knew she needed her dad in her life.
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Being a single mom isn’t easy, but raising my daughter, Chloe, has been the most rewarding challenge of my life.
For 10 years, it’s just been the two of us. There were moments I struggled, but every time Chloe smiled or reached a milestone, I knew it was all worth it.
She’s my pride, my strength, and my reason to keep going.
But things weren’t always this way.
Years ago, I was married to Josh, a man I once thought would be my forever.
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We met through a mutual friend, and I was immediately drawn to his charm and wit. Our friendship turned into love almost effortlessly.
Back then, I noticed a few things about Josh that I chose to ignore.
For one, he was always cautious about money. I remember how he hesitated before agreeing to splurge on a nice dinner or how he’d suggest I not buy something because it seemed “too expensive,” even when it wasn’t. I brushed it off as him being practical.
In hindsight, those were red flags I should have paid attention to.
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When Josh proposed, I didn’t think twice. We were in love, and at that time, both of us were working stable jobs.
We got married in an intimate ceremony, and it was just perfect.
But a few months into our marriage, cracks began to show. Josh’s frugality became more pronounced.
He’d question every purchase, from groceries to basic household items.
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“Do we really need this?” he’d ask, even when the answer was obvious.
It wasn’t long before I found myself managing most of our expenses, which led to tension. So, one evening, I decided to address it.
“Josh,” I said gently, “why am I covering most of the bills lately? We’re supposed to be a team.”
He sighed and apologized.
“I love you, Lauren, and I promise I’ll step up. I just want to make sure we’re being responsible.”
His words reassured me, but looking back, I realize they were just that. Words.
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When I became pregnant, Josh surprised me. He seemed genuinely excited and eager to prepare for the baby’s arrival.
He bought furniture for the nursery, attended prenatal classes with me, and even treated me to a spa day. For a while, I believed this was the real Josh.
After Chloe was born, his enthusiasm continued. He doted on her, buying toys and clothes and making sure we had what we needed.
Back then, I felt super grateful. I thought we’d finally found our groove as a family.
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But as time went on, the old Josh resurfaced. He began complaining about the cost of diapers and formula, grumbling that we were spending too much on Chloe.
When I mentioned we needed a new car seat because Chloe had outgrown hers, he snapped, “Do you know how much those things cost?”
Arguments about money became a regular occurrence. He was struggling at work, but he wouldn’t talk to me about it.
Instead, he bottled everything up, growing distant and irritable.
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Then came the evening that changed everything.
I’d just returned from work when I found a note on the kitchen table.
I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.
Next to it were divorce papers, already signed. Josh had left without saying anything. No explanation. No goodbye.
I was left to pick up the pieces for myself and our two-year-old daughter, Chloe. At the time, I thought I’d never recover.
The early days after Josh left were full of tears.
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I couldn’t understand how someone could walk away from their family, especially their own child. I tried calling him, but his number was disconnected. I even reached out to his friends, but none of them had heard from him.
For a long time, I questioned everything. Was he with someone else? Or was the pressure of being a father too much for him?
But Chloe didn’t leave me much time to dwell on my pain. She needed me, and I had to be strong for her.
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I took on a second job to make ends meet, often skipping meals or wearing the same old clothes so I could provide everything she needed.
As the years passed, Chloe and I built a close bond. I was her everything. Her mom, her dad, her protector, and her biggest cheerleader.
But explaining Josh’s absence was never easy.
When Chloe was younger, I’d tell her, “Daddy had to leave because he was going through things I couldn’t understand.”
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As she got older, I explained more, though I never badmouthed him.
“It wasn’t your fault, and it wasn’t mine,” I told her. “Sometimes adults make choices they regret.”
However, when Chloe turned 12, she started asking harder questions.
“Do you think he regrets it, Mom?” she asked one evening as we sat together on the couch.
“I don’t know, sweetie,” I replied. “But I do know that his choices don’t define you or me.”
“I’m glad I have you,” she said quietly.
“And I’m glad I have you, too,” I said and smiled.
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At that point, I thought we’d moved past the pain Josh had caused. I thought we were finally at peace, unaware that the past would literally come knocking at my door.
It happened on a quiet Saturday afternoon.
Chloe was at a friend’s house, and I was finally catching up on some much-needed cleaning when the doorbell rang.
I expected it to be a package or maybe a neighbor. But when I opened the door, I froze.
It was Josh.
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He looked different.
He was thinner and older, and his once vibrant eyes looked so dull.
“Hi, Lauren,” he said in a trembling voice.
I stared at him in shock. I wanted to slam the door in his face, scream at him for what he’d done, and demand answers.
But instead, I asked, “What are you doing here?”
He exhaled deeply.
“I, uh… Can I come in? I need to talk to you.”
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Against my better judgment, I stepped aside and let him in. Not because I wanted to, but because I couldn’t ignore the possibility that Chloe deserved answers, even if I didn’t want to hear them myself.
Chloe came home about an hour later.
She walked into the living room, spotted Josh, and froze mid-step. Then, her gaze shifted to me as she searched for an explanation.
“Is that… is that Dad?” she asked.
I’d shown Chloe photos of him, and he looked way older than the image of him she had built in her mind.
“Yes,” I nodded. “That’s your father.”
A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney
“Hi, Chloe,” Josh said as he stood up awkwardly.
For a long moment, there was silence. Then Chloe, always so composed, asked the most important question.
“Why are you here?”
Josh’s shoulders slumped, and he lowered himself into a chair.
“Because I made a mistake, Chloe,” he whispered. “I left when I shouldn’t have. And now I’m here to make things right.”
“And how do I know you won’t leave again?” Chloe asked.
Josh looked like he’d seen a ghost. He started coughing before he could answer.
“You don’t,” he finally replied. “But I’ll spend every moment I have proving to you that I won’t.”
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I knew I couldn’t trust Josh, but I decided to give him a chance for my daughter’s sake.
“You can stay for dinner,” I said finally. “But this doesn’t mean anything. We’re taking this one step at a time.”
Josh nodded gratefully, clearing his throat. “Thank you, Lauren. I, uh, I promise, I just want to reconnect with Chloe.”
A man looking at his ex-wife | Source: Midjourney
That night, I lay awake, grappling with the decision to let him back into our lives. I told myself I was doing it for Chloe, but a part of me knew I needed answers, too.
Who was this man now, and why had he really come back? He looked so different. So weak. So fragile.
A few weeks after his return, things were still tense. He visited daily and bonded with Chloe while helping her with homework. They even cooked dinner together sometimes.
I noticed she was beginning to warm up to him, though her guard was still up.
A girl looking away from her father | Source: Midjourney
One evening, after they had finished a school project, Chloe turned to me with a question. “Mom, do you think Dad will disappear again?”
Honestly, I didn’t have an answer.
“I don’t know, sweetheart. But I promise, no matter what happens, I’ll be here.”
That’s when my gaze landed on Josh who’d overheard the conversation. He looked devastated but didn’t say anything.
Later that night, I confronted him before he left.
“What are you really doing here, Josh?” I asked. “Why now, after all this time?”
A woman talking to her ex-husband | Source: Midjourney
His face clouded with guilt, but he deflected.
“I just… I saw her picture in the paper when she won the Academic Excellence Award. It hit me how much I’ve missed, Lauren.”
“I don’t believe it. You’re not telling me everything,” I pressed. “There’s more, isn’t there?”
Josh didn’t answer, but his health was already raising more questions than he could dodge.
I’d noticed him cough several times ever since he’d returned to our lives, and it hadn’t gotten any better. He also had this fatigue that didn’t seem to improve.
A worried man | Source: Midjourney
Whenever I asked him about it, he just said he was “exhausted from traveling,” but I wasn’t convinced.
And then came the evening his secret came to light.
Josh was helping Chloe with her homework in the living room when I heard a loud thud. I rushed in to find him collapsed on the floor.
“What happened to him, Mom?” Chloe asked, crying.
“Josh?” I shouted, trying to shake him awake. “Josh? What happened?”
He didn’t respond and was trying hard to catch his breath. I knew we needed help, so I immediately called an ambulance and rushed him to the hospital.
I didn’t even have time to process what was happening before a doctor approached me.
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“We’ve stabilized him,” he said. “But he needs to stay overnight for observation.”
My knees wobbled as I nodded.
I was led into the room where Josh lay, pale and fragile, hooked up to machines that beeped softly in the background.
When he saw me, he weakly motioned for me to come closer.
“I have to tell you something,” he whispered.
“What is it, Josh?” I asked as I sat beside him. I gripped the chair so tightly my knuckles turned white.
“I have cancer, Lauren. Late-stage. The doctors say I don’t have much time.”
I was unable to comprehend his words.
“Cancer?” I repeated. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
A woman talking to her ex-husband | Source: Midjourney
“I didn’t want you and Chloe to think I came back because I needed something,” he said. “I didn’t want to burden you more than I already have.”
“You… you left us, Josh,” I managed to speak, staring into his eyes. “You left me to raise Chloe alone, and now you’re back because you’re dying? Do you have any idea what we’ve been through?”
He winced at my words but didn’t look away.
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“I know I hurt you, Lauren,” he whispered. “But back then, I thought leaving was the right thing to do. I felt like a failure. As a husband. As a father… I couldn’t provide for you the way you deserved. My anxiety convinced me that you were better off without me. After all, our arguments never seemed to end.”
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“Better off?” I snapped as tears streamed down my cheeks. “Chloe grew up wondering why her dad didn’t want her. She deserved so much better than this, Josh! We could’ve worked everything out. We could’ve found a solution.”
“I know,” he said, his voice breaking. “I wanted to come back so many times, but I was ashamed. Every time I thought about returning, I’d convince myself it was too late. And then… this illness forced me to confront the truth. I couldn’t leave this world without making things right with Chloe.”
A man lying in a hospital bed | Source: Midjourney
I didn’t know what to say after that. We stayed silent for a few minutes as I processed my feelings. I wanted to scream at him, but I also felt like crying for him.
“What am I supposed to tell Chloe now?” I finally asked. “How am I supposed to help her through this?”
“Tell her I came back because I love her,” he cried. “Tell her I want to be here for her, for however much time I have left.”
That evening, I sat down with Chloe and gently explained what was happening.
A woman talking to her daughter | Source: Midjourney
“So, he’s going to leave us again?” she asked, looking at me with wide eyes.
“No, honey. Not like before,” I said, pulling her into a hug. “This time, he’s here to stay for as long as he can.”
Chloe was hurt, confused, and angry all at once.
“Why did he have to wait until now? Why couldn’t he come back when I was little?”
“I don’t know, sweetie. But I think… I think he was scared. People don’t always make the right choices, even when they mean well.”
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My little girl was angry, but she didn’t let it control her decision. She understood her father was in a difficult position, so she agreed to forgive him.
She told me she wanted to spend what time they had left together.
In the weeks following his diagnosis, Josh made every effort to bond with Chloe. He played board games with her, cheered her on at her soccer matches, and even helped her bake cookies for a school fundraiser.
One Saturday afternoon, Chloe found Josh writing at the dining table.
“What are you doing, Dad?” she asked curiously.
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“I’m writing letters for you,” he smiled. “For all the big moments in your life. Your graduation, your wedding, or just a day when you need a reminder of how much I love you.”
“But you don’t need to leave me notes,” Chloe said as she sat beside him. “I just want you to stay.”
Those words broke my heart.
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Unfortunately, Josh passed away a few months later.
He was happy knowing he was surrounded by the two most important people in his life during the last moments of his life.
“I love you more than you’ll ever know,” he’d said a few minutes before he left us.
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After his death, Chloe clung to the letters he left behind, often reading them aloud.
One evening, she turned to me and said, “I know he wasn’t perfect, but he loved me in the end. That’s what I’ll hold on to.”
I smiled through my tears and pulled her into a hug.
I felt incredibly proud of the compassion and resilience Chloe had inherited. Moreover, I was amazed at how she’d forgiven her father and only wanted to remember how kind and caring he was.
A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney
As for me, I’ve also forgiven my ex-husband, and it has given me the peace to move forward in my life. I’m grateful fate gave me a chance to answer the questions that had been worrying me for ten years.
I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I’m relieved knowing my past will never haunt me again.
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
On Christmas Eve, I Visited My Missing Parents’ Abandoned House and Found It Beautifully Decorated
After Megan’s parents kick her out at eighteen, she turns her back on her family. But one day, she drives back to her childhood home, only to discover that the house is in her name and her parents have been missing. Years later, she drives by again, only this time, she sees the old house decorated for the holidays. Are her parents back?
It’s been twenty years since I last spoke to my parents. Twenty years since they kicked me out for getting pregnant.
I was 18, young and terrified, but stubborn enough to stand my ground. I still remember my dad’s voice, the anger almost chilling me to my bones.
An upset girl sitting on her bed | Source: Midjourney
“If you leave with him, Megan, don’t bother coming back!” he yelled. “I don’t want to see you again! You’re a mess, and instead of choosing to be better, you’re choosing self-destruction.”
I left anyway.
That same night, my mom stood quietly at the door, her arms wrapped around herself, watching me go. She didn’t say anything; she just let me walk out into the cold.
A shouting man | Source: Midjourney
“That’s it? You’re not going to say anything? Mom, really?” I said.
She opened her mouth for a second. Instead of saying anything, she just went inside and closed the door.
They never forgave me.
But here I am, twenty years later. I’m thirty-eight, with three beautiful kids and a man who’s been by my side through it all. Evan and I were high school sweethearts, and when I got pregnant, I really thought that he was going to leave me.
An upset woman standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney
“Why would I leave you?” he asked, holding the pregnancy test. “We’re in this together, Megan.”
“But what about your football scholarship to college? You’d give that up?” I asked.
“Of course, I would,” he said. “Let’s do this, Meg. You, me, and the baby!”
Just like that, I decided to tell my parents, which is how my father threw me out.
A teenage couple sitting on a bench | Source: Midjourney
Despite everything, we built a life. A really good life. And let me tell you, I don’t regret a single thing. Evan works hard, and our kids, Ella, Maya, and Ben, are everything I ever dreamed of.
If you had told my 18-year-old self that I’d still be with him two decades later, I would have laughed through my tears.
But here we are.
Happy.
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The last time I visited my parents’ house was five years ago. They had gone missing on a hiking trip in the mountains. It was supposed to be a short getaway, apparently.
Just a weekend.
But they never came back.
“I’m sorry, Megan,” our neighbor, Mr. Smith, said when I went over to ask about my parents. “You really didn’t hear about it? The incident?”
An older man standing in his doorway | Source: Midjourney
“What incident? What are you talking about?” I asked, an uneasy feeling taking over me.
“They went hiking, Megan. You know, the usual long weekend trips that they make? They left the keys here for me to feed the dog. But at the end of the weekend, they didn’t return.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
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“When they didn’t come back, I reported it to the police, and a search party was sent out. The officers said that all they found were their abandoned backpacks on a cliff,” he sighed.
“No… bodies?” I asked, my voice threatening to break.
As strained as our relationship was, I always expected my parents to be here, at home. For them to always be within those four walls for when I needed them.
I always counted on them to be there for the day I decided to bring my children to meet them.
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And now?… they were gone.
“No, sweetheart,” Mr. Smith said. “No bodies, no footprints, nothing. They were just gone. They vanished without a trace.”
After that, it was all about getting the house signed over to me. I didn’t want to do anything with it, I just wanted to keep it there. I went to the police station and the detective signed off on the case as a cold case.
“Move on, Megan,” he said. “We’ve had no leads in years.”
The issue was proving that I was their daughter, luckily there was a clause in my father’s will, stating that everything would be mine if he and my mother passed.
For five years after, the house sat empty. I never had the courage to sell it, though. Something about letting it go felt wrong.
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So, it just stood there, gathering dust and neglect, frozen in time like a ghost of the past I wasn’t ready to confront.
Until tonight.
It was Christmas Eve. And for reasons I couldn’t explain, I found myself driving toward the old place instead of getting the extra butter that Evan and I needed for the turkey the next day.
The house was abandoned and had been for the past five years. As I drove, I imagined exactly how it would look after all these years. I imagined the cracked front windows and the streaks of graffiti across the walls like battle scars.
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I imagined the weeds swallowing the flower beds that my mother used to love, and the wooden porch, which was most likely splintered and sagging under the years of neglect.
When I pulled into the driveway, my chest tightened at the sight of the house.
It was decorated.
Not just randomly decorated, but beautifully decorated. The old garlands of twinkling lights my dad used to string along the eaves were glowing softly against the evening sky.
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There was a faded wreath with little bells, which hung crookedly on the front door. There were the familiar plastic candy canes lining the path to the house.
I even recognized the same wooden reindeer we used to set up every December. They were all old and chipped but still standing proudly on the lawn.
My heart raced as I stepped out of the car. How could this be?
Wooden reindeer on a lawn | Source: Midjourney
Who would have done something like this? No one lived there. No one had for years.
As I walked around, I saw a little generator on the porch. It was hooked up to the lights, fueling them among the rest of the desolate house.
The decorations looked exactly the way my dad used to do them. The same lights, the same setup. A lump formed in my throat. It was like stepping back into my childhood, as if time had rewound itself.
A connected generator | Source: Midjourney
Even if it was just for one night.
I had to know who was behind this. I needed to know if it was real or if it was in my head.
The front door was slightly ajar. I hesitated for a moment, my pulse quick and uneven, before gently pushing it open.
Inside, the house smelled of dust and memories, but the living room…
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The living room took my breath away.
A Christmas tree stood by the fireplace, just like the ones from my childhood. It was decorated with mismatched ornaments and too many strands of tinsel. The stockings were hung on the mantel, and beneath the tree were a few wrapped presents, tied with fraying ribbons.
And then I saw him.
A man hunched by a fireplace | Source: Midjourney
A figure sat in front of the fireplace, hunched slightly, silhouetted by the glow of the dying fire.
I couldn’t stop myself. The word slipped from my lips before I could think.
“Dad?” I called.
The figure stirred and turned slowly toward me, the firelight flickering across his face.
It wasn’t my dad.
It was a young man in his mid-thirties, I think. His dark hair was tousled, and his face was shadowed by exhaustion. He wore a threadbare coat, and his cheeks were pink from the cold.
But as soon as I saw him, I knew exactly who he was.
“Max?” I whispered.
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His eyes widened, and a small, embarrassed smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You remember me? Megan?”
Of course, I remembered him.
He used to be the little boy who lived next door, the one with the messy hair and a toothy grin. But then, he couldn’t have been older than me.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
A smiling young boy | Source: Midjourney
Max glanced around the room.
“I’ve been staying here. Just for the winters, Megan,” he admitted. “It’s the second year now.”
I stared at him.
“Why?”
“I don’t really have anywhere else to go,” he said, holding his head.
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It took me a minute to process what he was saying.
“Max, are you homeless?” I asked.
He gave a small nod.
“Yeah,” he said. “My adoptive parents, the Smiths? They kicked me out, actually. It was after you came around about ten years ago, and my dad told you about your parents. I’ve had some rotten luck, and I guess they just didn’t want to care for me anymore. It’s hard, you know? Finding work. I was between friends for a while… but even they got tired.”
A man sitting next to a fire | Source: Midjourney
My chest tightened at his words.
He glanced around the room, a smile playing on his lips.
“I remembered how your dad used to decorate the house. You guys had the nicest house in the neighborhood. When I was walking around for old time’s sake, I saw that the house was still empty. And I made myself at home… I found the decorations in the basement.”
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We were both quiet for a while.
“Why didn’t you get rid of the place?” he asked me.
“I don’t have any good answers,” I said. “I just wanted to keep it the way it was.”
Max nodded.
A man sitting next to a fire | Source: Midjourney
“I’m sorry if I shouldn’t be here,” Max said. “I just… had nowhere to go. No parents to turn to for the holidays, and honestly, I didn’t think anyone would mind.”
Something broke inside me at that moment. I had been through everything Max had just described.
“Come home with me,” I said. “Nobody should spend Christmas alone. And anyway, I have three kids who will need distracting from the pile of Christmas presents at home.”
A pile of presents under a Christmas tree | Source: Midjourney
Max’s eyes widened, and for a second, he looked like that same little boy from all those years ago, the one who had been desperate for someone to care.
Now, sitting in my living room, watching my kids get to know someone from my past, I realize what I need to do.
Evan and I have some savings. It could be enough to do the house up properly. Once it’s fixed, Max can live there. He can rent out a couple of rooms to boarders if he needs the extra income. It’s not much, but it’s a start, and I know it will give him a chance to get back on his feet.
I put my cup of hot chocolate down on the coffee table. I was getting excited.
House renovations in progress | Source: Midjourney
I don’t know if my parents would approve of the plan, but it doesn’t matter. That house doesn’t belong to their memory anymore. It’s time to give it a new purpose.
And who knows? Maybe the money we make from it will go toward Ella, Maya, or Ben’s college fund someday.
What would you have done?
A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney
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I Dropped My Naughty Kids at My Parents’ Home — I Was Shocked When They Were Good as Gold When I Picked Them Up
When Cara and her husband get an invitation to an adult-only party, they welcome the break from being parents of three for a few hours. Thankfully, her parents are ready to save the day and babysit the kids. But when Cara and Jason go back to fetch the kids, they’re shocked with the change in their behavior.
“Are you sure that the kids will be okay?” my husband, Jason, asked me as I went through my closet trying to find something to wear.
A woman looking through her closet | Source: Midjourney
“Yes!” I exclaimed. “They will be absolutely fine with my parents.”
“It’s just that you know how they can be,” Jason said. “The kids, not your parents. They’re a handful.”
“They’ll be fine,” I repeated.
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But my husband wasn’t wrong.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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