On Halloween night, I thought I’d just be handing out candy, but I saw something I never expected—a baby, alone in a car seat by a grave. I rushed outside, heart racing.
Halloween had always been my favorite. I loved decorating and handing out candy. But two years ago, I lost my daughter, and with her, my husband. Now, I was alone.
That night, after the candy ran out, I saw the car seat. I approached it, finding a baby girl inside. There was a note: “Amanda, one and a half years old.” I called the police, but no one had reported her missing. I asked if I could take her home. They agreed.
Caring for Amanda was hard, but I fell in love with her. She filled the void in my life. Then, one morning, a knock on the door brought a police officer and Amanda’s grandmother, Carol, to take her back. Reluctantly, I handed Amanda over, my heart breaking.
Later, I realized Carol had abandoned Amanda. I called my ex-husband, John, for help. We took Carol to court and won custody. I was granted permission to adopt Amanda.
As John walked away after the trial, I called him back, asking him to join us for dinner. That night, I became a mother again, and hope returned. Halloween had brought me Amanda.
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 peace, but instead found chaos—Ryan had brought all the pets into our home without telling me. His ex-wife, Laura, lied about being at risk of eviction, using the situation to manipulate us. Furious, I confronted Ryan about going behind my back, especially knowing my allergies. He admitted his mistake, and I uncovered Laura’s lie. After a serious talk about trust and communication, we sent the pets back to Laura. Though the girls were upset, Ryan and I became stronger, united against outside manipulation.
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