A poor janitor buys an old doll for her daughter at a flea market and hears a crackling sound as she hands it to her. What she discovers brings her to tears.
“Oh, this one’s lovely. Eve will love it!” Pauline exclaimed as she stopped by a stall where a woman was selling toys.
Pauline was a single mother to her 8-year-old daughter Eve and worked as a janitor. Her husband had died years ago due to cancer, and since then, she’d been raising Eve on her own.
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When Pauline saw the doll at the flea market, she knew it would be the best birthday present for Eve. Unfortunately, she didn’t have enough money to buy anything expensive, so looking for something at the flea market was her best option.
When Pauline decided to buy the doll, she was so preoccupied with the thoughts of Eve that she didn’t bother to inspect it. Two days later, when she gave it to Eve on her birthday, she heard a weird crackling sound coming from the doll…
A few days earlier…
“Mommy,” said Eve sadly. “Can you get me a doll?”
“Honey,” Pauline gently replied. “You know we’re on a tight budget this month. Mommy will buy you one next month. That’s a promise.”
“But mommy…” Eve’s voice began to crack. “My birthday is in two days. Did you forget about it?”
“Oh, no, no, sweetheart! Not at all!” Pauline said, but she had actually forgotten and felt terrible about it.
“Are you still not going to get me a doll? I don’t have any friends, mommy. Nobody wants to be friends with me because we are poor. That doll can be my best friend…”
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“Oh honey,” Pauline hugged Eve. “I will get you the doll. Promise. Don’t be sad, ok?”
Pauline knew the kids at Eve’s school didn’t treat her well because she wasn’t as rich as them, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. Children can be cruel at times.
Present day…
Pauline was delighted after buying the doll. She couldn’t wait to give it to Eve and see her beautiful smile. The doll was one of those vintage kinds, holding a tiny baby in her arms.
“Oh, Eve will be so happy!” Pauline thought on her way back home.
***
And Eve was. The little girl’s joy knew no bounds when Pauline showed her the doll on her birthday.
Sometimes, the cause of someone’s smile is the source of another person’s grief.
“Ta-da! Mommy got the doll for Evie!” Pauline exclaimed, holding the doll in her hands. “Can mommy have a kiss for that?”
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“It’s so pretty! Thank you, mommy!” Eve chirped as she kissed Pauline on the cheek.
As Pauline handed over the doll to Eve, she suddenly heard a strange crackling sound.
“What was that?” Pauline wondered.
She shook the doll, holding it close to her ears, and heard the crackling again.
“Mommy! Give it here! I wanna hold my doll! Please! Please!” Eve said, excited to play with it.
“One second, honey. I think there’s something in here…”
It was then that Pauline examined the doll and found a secret pocket sewn into the doll’s outfit. She undid the loose threads around it, and a note fell from it.
Eve quickly picked it up and said, “Mommy, it says, ‘Happy Birthday, Mommy.’ It’s not your birthday! It’s my birthday! This is so silly!”
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When Pauline read the note, she noticed the message seemed like it was scribbled by a child. At that point, the thought of the woman selling the doll flashed through Pauline’s mind.
***
The next day, she returned to the flea market with the doll, and luckily, the woman’s stall was still there.
“Oh, I’m glad I found you here!” Pauline said. “I bought this doll yesterday, and I found a note inside…”
When the woman, Miriam, saw the note, her eyes welled up. “My daughter got this doll for me,” she said quietly. “She passed away two days before my birthday…My husband and I, oh, I’m sorry…” The woman covered her face as her tears started to flow.
“I’m really sorry for your loss,” Pauline said apologetically. “I had no idea. I know I can’t take away your pain, but if it helps, I can give you a hug.”
“Oh, thank you…” Miriam said. Pauline gave her a warm hug, after which Miriam revealed her sad story, which brought tears to Pauline’s eyes.
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“My little daughter was diagnosed with cancer,” Miriam said. “We needed money for her chemotherapy. My husband and I work at a factory. We didn’t have enough money to cover her hospital bills, so we set up a stall here to sell our old furniture and things we didn’t need.”
“But we couldn’t save our daughter…She—she left us too soon. We’re selling her toys because every time I look at them, it just makes me sad.”
“One night, when I held my baby girl’s hand, she asked me to be happy. She had said, ‘Mumma, when I’m gone, please remember me with a smile.’ So I decided to sell the toys. She had bought that doll, saying it would remind me of her. I’m sorry I feel like I’m oversharing with you, but my heart feels really relieved today. Thank you for listening to me.”
As Miriam finished, she broke down into tears again. Pauline consoled her, and the two women talked about their lives for a while. Pauline told her how she’d been raising Eve by herself and invited her over to spend time with them.
“Eve will love to meet you,” she said. “And thank you so much for the doll. It made my daughter’s day. I’m sure your daughter is looking at you and smiling. Thank you again,” she added before she left.
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A few days later, Miriam visited Eve and Pauline at the trailer where they lived.
“This is in appreciation of your kind heart and patience in listening to me that day. I hope this helps you and Eve,” Miriam said, handing Pauline an envelope.
When Pauline opened it, she found a couple of dollar bills inside. $3000 in total. “Oh, Miriam, we can’t take this. This is a lot. No, no, this doesn’t feel right…”
“You can take it, Pauline,” Miriam insisted. “A mother’s heart knows how much it hurts when you can’t do enough for your child. We made this by selling the toys. Please keep it. If not for my sake, please keep it for Eve’s sake.”
Pauline cried. “Oh, Miriam, thank you. This will help us a lot. Thanks.”
From then on, Miriam and Pauline became friends, and Miriam loved and spoiled Eve too much. But the best part was that Pauline and Eve’s company helped Miriam heal and move on from her loss.
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What can we learn from this story?
- Help someone in need, and you’ll never regret it. Pauline and Miriam helped each other in whatever way they could. That helped Miriam overcome her grief, and Pauline and Eve found someone who cherished their company.
- Sometimes, the cause of someone’s smile is the source of another person’s grief. Sadly, the doll which made Eve happy on her birthday was a reminder of Miriam’s sad past.
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I Had Doubts about Dating a Single Dad, but What I Found after He Moved into My House Left Me Pale
I came home expecting a quiet evening, but what I found instead shook me to the core. In that moment, I realized my trust had been betrayed, and my peaceful life was about to be turned upside down.
When I first started dating Ryan, I knew there would be challenges. I was stepping into a relationship with a man who had three young daughters, and I was prepared for the extra noise, the mess, and the constant whirlwind that would follow us wherever we went.
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I had been living alone in my cozy, peaceful home for years and had gotten used to the calm and order that came with it. But I knew that loving Ryan meant embracing the chaos his daughters would bring, and I was ready to make the necessary sacrifices.
My home was my sanctuary, but I was willing to adjust. When Ryan moved in, I sacrificed my guest room and the upstairs rec room so the girls could have their own spaces. It wasn’t always easy.
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I would often find myself retreating to my bedroom just to get a moment of quiet. But I was committed to making our new family dynamic work, so I kept reminding myself that this was what it meant to love someone—sacrifices, compromises, and the willingness to adapt.
But just when I thought I had a handle on things, the situation took a turn I never saw coming.
Ryan’s ex-wife, Laura, had always been a bit of a wild card. She was the kind of person who thrived on drama and attention. So, when she suddenly decided to get the girls a dog, three kittens, and a bunch of rodents, I wasn’t entirely surprised.
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What did surprise me was the fact that her lease strictly prohibited pets. I couldn’t understand why she would make such a reckless decision, knowing it would cause problems. But I chalked it up to her trying to win the girls’ favor, hoping they’d see her as the “fun” parent.
I thought that would be the end of it, that she’d have to face the consequences of her actions on her own. “She’ll sort it out,” I muttered, hoping Ryan would agree. But that wasn’t the case. When her landlord found out about the pets and threatened to evict her, Ryan stepped in, determined to play the hero. “They can stay with us,” he told the girls with a reassuring smile, “We’ll make room.”
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“Are you serious?” I asked, my voice sharp with disbelief. “We can’t possibly take in all those animals, Ryan. You know I have allergies, we both work long hours, and let’s be honest, you’re not exactly the most reliable when it comes to keeping the house in order.”
He frowned, clearly taken aback. “But they’re just kids,” he pleaded. “They’ve already fallen in love with the animals. How can we take them away now?”
“I get that,” I replied, trying to stay calm. “But maybe a few of the rodents could stay, not the entire zoo. We can’t turn this place into a circus.”
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The girls, overhearing our conversation, looked devastated. They had already become attached to the animals, and now they were faced with the possibility of losing them.
Ryan, caught in the middle, started sulking, his usual response when things didn’t go his way. Meanwhile, his ex, ever the drama queen, played the victim. She acted as if I was the evil stepmother ruining everyone’s fun, and that’s how the girls started to see me too.
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Then, one afternoon, after a particularly exhausting day at work, I came home ready to unwind. As I pushed open the door, I froze. My living room looked like an animal shelter.
The dog was lounging on my couch, the kittens were scampering around like they owned the place, and the rodents were making themselves at home in the corners. My throat started itching almost immediately, my nose tingling with the telltale signs of an impending allergy attack.
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I felt a surge of anger, betrayal burning in my chest. Ryan had brought all the animals over behind my back. As I stood there, trying to process what was happening, one of the girls, Emma, approached me, looking guilty.
She hesitated before blurting out, “Mom told us you wouldn’t mind the pets because you told her you liked animals. But when we were at dinner last week, I heard you tell Dad that you had allergies. I think Mom heard too.”
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I didn’t react right away, just nodded and reassured her that it wasn’t her fault. But that was the first crack in the story I’d been told. Why was Ryan’s ex lying to her kids?
That’s when it clicked. Ryan’s ex had done this on purpose. She’d overheard me talking about my allergies and decided to use it against me, knowing it would cause chaos in our home. I was furious, but I also realized that I wasn’t going to let her get away with it.
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That evening, I confronted Ryan. “Why did you bring the animals here without telling me?” I asked, my voice trembling with barely controlled anger.
He looked at me, guilt written all over his face. “I didn’t think it would be a big deal. The girls were so upset, and I just wanted to make them happy.”
“And what about me?” I shot back. “You know I have allergies. You know how hard it is for me to keep up with the housework as it is. Why didn’t you talk to me first?”
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Ryan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I just… I didn’t want to disappoint them.”
I shook my head, feeling a mixture of anger and sadness. “Ryan, this isn’t just about the animals. It’s about trust. You went behind my back, and you let your ex manipulate you. We’re supposed to be a team, and right now, it feels like I’m fighting this battle alone.”
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He looked at me, his expression softening. “You’re right. I should have talked to you first. I won’t let it happen again.”
But I wasn’t satisfied with just an apology. I needed to get to the bottom of what had really happened. I decided to dig deeper.
The next day, I made a few phone calls. It wasn’t hard to find the truth once I knew where to look. I managed to get in touch with her landlord under the guise of verifying some information about his other property. When I casually mentioned the pet situation, he was puzzled.
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“I’ve never had a problem with pets,” he said. “In fact, I encourage it. Makes the place feel more like home, you know?”
That was all I needed to hear. Ryan’s ex had lied. She’d never been at risk of eviction. She’d used the pet issue as a way to manipulate the situation, knowing it would cause a rift between Ryan and me, and likely hoping I’d cave in to keep the peace.
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That evening, I confronted Ryan again, this time with the full story. “I talked to her landlord,” I said, watching his face carefully. “He doesn’t have any problem with pets. She lied about being at risk of eviction.”
Ryan was floored. He stared at me, disbelief and anger flickering in his eyes. “She lied?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded. “She used the situation to stir up trouble between us. She knew it would cause problems, and she did it anyway.”
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Ryan clenched his fists, anger radiating off him in waves. “I can’t believe she would do that. I feel like such an idiot.”
I reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “You’re not an idiot, Ryan. But you need to see her for who she really is. We can’t let her manipulate us like this. We need to be stronger together.”
He looked at me, a mixture of regret and determination in his eyes. “You’re right. I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner.”
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The next day, I texted Ryan’s ex. I calmly explained that I knew the truth and that the animals needed to go back to her place. When she tried to argue, I reminded her that her own landlord had no issue with pets. She had no choice but to take them back.
The girls were understandably upset when they found out that their mom had lied to them about the pets. It wasn’t easy for them to reconcile that their mom had used them as pawns in her own game. But in the end, it brought some much-needed clarity to the situation.
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Ryan and I had a serious talk about trust and communication. I made it clear that if we were going to make this work, we needed to be a team, making decisions together and not letting outside forces pull us apart. He agreed, and while things weren’t perfect, we were on the same page for the first time in a long while.
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