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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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Three children sitting together | Source: Midjourney

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?”

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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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A couple hiking | Source: Midjourney

“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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An upset woman standing on a porch | Source: Midjourney

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.

An empty house | Source: Midjourney

An empty house | Source: Midjourney

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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An abandoned house with an overgrown garden | Source: Midjourney

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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Christmas decorations on an old house | Source: Midjourney

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

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

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…

The front door of an empty house | Source: Midjourney

The front door of an empty house | Source: Midjourney

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.

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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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A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney

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.

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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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A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

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.”

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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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A basement | Source: Midjourney

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

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.”

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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

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?

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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.

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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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A close-up of a smiling man | Source: Midjourney

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.

I Woke up with a Stranger’s Baby in My Arms and a Note in Her Little Hands

They say miracles come when you least expect them. But as I sat in the park, drowsy from another failed fertility treatment, I never imagined waking up with a newborn baby in my arms and a note in her tiny hands that would shatter my world into a million pieces.

Some days change your life forever. For me, it was an ordinary Tuesday in September when my world turned upside down. I’m Grace, 35 years old, and for eight years, my husband Joshua and I have tried desperately to have a child. We’ve endured countless treatments, shed more tears than I can count, and watched our dreams slip away month after month…😔💔

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A woman holding a plastic doll of a newborn baby | Source: Midjourney

That afternoon, I had just left another disappointing appointment at the fertility clinic. Dr. Rivera’s words still echoed in my head, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Thompson. The latest round wasn’t successful.”

The drive home was a blur. I pulled over twice, unable to see through my tears. As if mocking my situation, the radio played a commercial for diapers, and I had to turn it off.

Eight years of this emotional rollercoaster had taken its toll on both of us. Joshua and I barely talked about it anymore, the silence between us growing with each failed attempt.

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A sad woman in a car | Source: Midjourney

I couldn’t face going home right away.

Joshua would be there, trying to be strong for both of us, and I couldn’t bear to see the hope die in his eyes one more time.

So I went to Riverside Park, our quiet haven in the chaos of the city.

“Just need to clear my head,” I mumbled to myself, settling onto a sun-warmed bench. The medication always made me drowsy, and before I knew it, my eyes were drifting closed.

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A wooden bench in a park | Source: Unsplash

The gentle cooing of pigeons and the distant laughter of children must have roused me from my medication-induced slumber.

As my eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the late afternoon sun, I realized everything had changed.

In my arms was a sleeping newborn baby girl, swaddled in a pale yellow blanket. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming.

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A baby swaddled in a pale yellow blanket | Source: Midjourney

“Oh God, oh God!” I jerked upright, trying not to jostle the infant even as panic seized my chest. My eyes darted wildly around the park. “Hello? Please, is anyone there? This baby… whose baby is this?”

That’s when I noticed the note, clutched in her tiny fist like a lifeline. With trembling fingers, I carefully unfolded the paper. The handwriting was rushed, almost frantic:

“Her name’s Andrea. I can’t take care of her anymore. Now she’s yours. Forgive me for everything. Don’t look for me. You’ll never find me. Take care of her. Goodbye.”

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A woman holding a piece of paper | Source: Midjourney

My heart was pounding so hard I could barely breathe.

Next to the bench was a diaper bag, packed with everything a newborn would need — formula, diapers, a few onesies, and even a small stuffed rabbit with a pink bow.

I fumbled for my phone, nearly dropping it as I dialed Joshua.

“Grace? Aren’t you supposed to be at the clinic?” he was alarmed.

“Josh, I need you. Now. Something’s happened. Someone left a baby with me in the park. She was… she was just sleeping in my arms. I don’t know what to do.”

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A woman holding a phone | Source: Unsplash

There was a long pause. “Don’t move. I’m coming right now.”

“Josh, I’m scared,” I whispered, looking down at the peaceful face of this mysterious baby. “What if someone’s looking for her? What if something’s wrong?”

“Stay calm, honey. I’ll be there in ten minutes. Just… just keep her safe.”

While I waited, I couldn’t help but study the little one’s perfect little face. She couldn’t have been more than a few weeks old. Her skin was so soft, her tiny pink fingers curled into fists. Despite the insanity of the situation, something in my heart felt… weird.

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A baby fast asleep | Source: Unsplash

An elderly woman walked by, smiling at us. “What a beautiful baby,” she said. “How old is she?”

My throat tightened. “Just a few weeks.”

“Treasure every moment,” she advised. “They grow up so fast.”

If only she knew.

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An older lady talking to a young woman | Source: Midjourney

Joshua’s car screeched to a halt at the park entrance fifteen minutes later. He ran toward us, his face brimming with confusion and concern.

“Oh my God,” he whispered, staring at the sleeping little angel. “Is this real?”

“I don’t know what to do,” I said, tears finally spilling over. “We need to go to the police, right?”

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A startled woman | Source: Midjourney

He nodded, running a hand through his hair, a nervous habit I knew well. “Yeah, we do. But first, is she okay? Does she need anything?”

As if on cue, Andrea began to stir, her face scrunching up. Before she could cry, I found myself swaying her gently, the way I’d always imagined I would with our own baby.

“Shh, it’s okay, little one,” I whispered. “We’ll figure this out.”

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Grayscale of a woman holding a baby | Source: Unsplash

Joshua watched us, confused and happy at the same time. “You look so natural with her, Grace,” he said softly.

“Don’t,” I warned. “This isn’t… we can’t think like that. We need to do the right thing.”

He nodded, but I could see the longing in his eyes. The same longing I’d been fighting all these years.

“Let’s go to the police station,” he said finally. “They’ll know what to do.”

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A sad man | Source: Midjourney

The police station buzzed with activity. As officers pored over security footage from the park, I noticed the face of the woman who abandoned the baby was frustratingly blurry, thwarting attempts to identify her.

Meanwhile, social services were notified, and I found myself repeating my story countless times.

“No, I didn’t see anyone… Yes, I was asleep… The note was in her hand when I woke up…”

A kind officer named Brooke brought us coffee and a bottle of milk for Andrea. “You’re doing the right thing,” she assured us. “We’ll figure out where she belongs.”

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A lady police officer smiling | Source: Pexels

Through it all, I couldn’t let go of Andrea. She needed a diaper change, and Officer Brooke directed me to a small bathroom.

That’s when everything changed again.

As I carefully changed the baby’s diaper, I saw it — a small, distinctive birthmark on the inside of her thigh.

My heart stopped.

It was identical to Joshua’s, the same mark I’d traced with my finger countless times over our years together.

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A woman changing a baby’s diaper | Source: Pexels

The world turned upside down. And memories flashed through my mind. Joshua working late last year, the strange calls he’d take in another room, and the distance that had grown between us.

I walked back out to the waiting area on shaky legs. Joshua was talking to an officer, his back to me.

“Josh,” I called out. “I need to show you something.”

In a quiet corner of the station, I showed him the birthmark. The color drained from his face in an instant.

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A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney

“Is there something you need to tell me?” I asked, my teary eyes boring into his. “Are you hiding something from me, Josh?”

He sank into a chair, head in his hands. “Grace, I… I can explain.”

“Then explain.”

“Remember last year, when I was working late on the Miller account?” He couldn’t meet my eyes.

“Tell me… I’m all ears.”

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An anxious man | Source: Midjourney

“There was this woman, Kira. She was going through a divorce, and we started talking. She knew about our struggles to have a baby…”

“Did you sleep with her?”

His silence was answer enough.

“It was just a few weeks,” he finally confessed. “We ended it. I never knew she was pregnant. I swear, Grace, I had no idea.”

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A romantic couple in bed | Source: Pexels

I felt like I was underwater, everything muffled and distant. “While I was taking hormones and going through painful procedures, you were having an AFFAIR?”

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I never meant for any of this to happen.”

I looked down at Andrea, still sleeping peacefully, unaware of the chaos she’d brought into our lives.

“How could you do this to us?” I cried, staring at Joshua… the man I loved. And trusted unconditionally.

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An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney

“I was lost,” he said, his eyes pleading. “Watching you go through all those treatments, seeing how much pain you were in… I couldn’t handle it. Kira was just… there.”

“And now her baby… your baby… is here. With us.”

The DNA test later confirmed what we already knew. Andrea was Joshua’s daughter.

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Close-up of a newborn baby | Source: Unsplash

That night, in our too-quiet house, with Andrea asleep in a hastily purchased bassinet, I finally broke down.

“Do you know what it’s been like? Everyone questioning why I couldn’t give you a child. The pitying looks. The suggestions to ‘just relax and it’ll happen.’ And all this time while you…”

Joshua reached for me, but I backed away. “Don’t. Just… don’t.”

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A heartbroken woman | Source: Midjourney

“I know I messed up, Grace. But please, can we try to work through this? For Andrea’s sake?”

I looked at the sleeping baby. Despite everything, my heart swelled with love for her. She was innocent in all of this.

“I don’t know how to forgive you,” I admitted.

“I don’t know how to forgive myself,” he replied.

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A distressed man | Source: Midjourney

Days turned into weeks. We started therapy, trying to rebuild what was broken. Some days were harder than others.

My sister thought I was crazy for staying. “He cheated on you, Grace! File for divorce!”

But as I held Andrea each night, watching her tiny chest rise and fall, I knew it wasn’t that simple. Love rarely is.

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A woman carrying a baby | Source: Pexels

“I don’t know if I can ever trust you again,” I told Joshua one evening as we sat on opposite ends of the couch.

He nodded, his eyes glistening. “I understand. But I’m not giving up on us.”

It’s been months since the stormy revelation of my husband’s affair and the baby that resulted from it. As I rock Andrea to sleep every night, I realize that life doesn’t always follow the path we imagined. Sometimes it takes unexpected turns, bringing us gifts wrapped in challenges.

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A heartbroken man holding his head | Source: Midjourney

Yes, Joshua betrayed me, and that pain won’t fade overnight. But looking down at this precious little girl in my arms, I know I can’t walk away. Not from her, and maybe not from us either.

Healing takes time. Trust needs to be rebuilt, slowly and steadily. But as Andrea’s tiny fingers wrap around mine, I feel a glimmer of hope. Perhaps this isn’t the family we planned for, but it’s ours now. And maybe, just maybe, we can find our way to a new kind of happiness… one day at a time.

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Grayscale of a woman holding a baby | Source: Pexels

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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