While renovating her late parents’ home, Janet discovers a decades-old Christmas gift hidden in the kitchen wall with her name on it! Inside, a VHS tape bears the chilling note: “This will change your life.” Watching the tape reveals a family secret that turns her world upside down.
I stood in what used to be my parents’ kitchen, a dust mask hanging around my neck, when the sledgehammer hit something that didn’t sound right.
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The hollow thunk made me pause. Mom and Dad had lived in this house for 40 years before passing within months of each other, and now here I was, trying to turn their dated kitchen into something I could love.
The renovation project had started as a way to finally move past my grief. Two years had passed since my parents’ deaths, but every swing of the hammer felt like I was dismantling memories along with the old cabinets.
“That’s weird,” I muttered, lowering the sledgehammer.
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The drywall crumbled away to reveal something that definitely wasn’t a stud or pipe.
Fragments of yellowed plaster scattered across my work boots as I reached in and pulled out a package wrapped in faded Christmas paper, covered in dancing snowmen that had long since lost their cheerful gleam. The paper was brittle, threatening to disintegrate under my touch.
My heart skipped when I saw my name, “Janet,” written in Mom’s flowing script.
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The paper crackled under my fingers as I turned it over, trying to guess how long it had been hidden there.
The edges were soft with age, corners rounded from years pressed against unforgiving drywall. I scratched at one taped corner of the wrapping and the packaging tore apart, practically unwrapping itself.
The first thing I saw was a note that made my hands shake: This will change your life.
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It was Mom’s handwriting again. Beneath the note was a VHS tape. I lifted it, turning it over in my hands.
“This was meant for me…” I muttered. “I have to know what’s on it.”
I rushed down to the basement. As I worked through the renovations, I’d stored anything useful down there so it would be out of my way, including my old TV with the built-in VCR player. I quickly found it in the corner and carried it upstairs to the living room.
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The tape clicked into place, and the screen flickered to life. A small boy with bright eyes appeared, maybe seven or eight years old, reciting a poem I didn’t recognize. His smile was infectious, his whole face lighting up as he performed.
Then the image changed and I gasped. Mom and Dad, looking so much younger, sitting on our old floral couch. Mom’s hair was still completely brown, Dad still had his mustache. I’d forgotten how handsome he’d been.
“My darling Janet,” Mom began, her voice cracking. “There’s something we need to tell you.”
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“Something we should have told you long ago.” She twisted her wedding ring nervously. “We just didn’t know how…”
Dad reached for her hand before speaking to the camera. “You were born with a heart defect, sweetie. A serious one. The doctors…” He swallowed hard. “They didn’t think you’d make it. Those first years were… we almost lost you so many times.”
“But then a miracle happened,” Mom continued, tears glistening in her eyes.
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“The boy you watched at the beginning of this video… his name is Adam. He passed away unexpectedly and his family donated his organs. Janet, his heart beats in your chest. In their darkest moment, Adam’s family gave us the greatest gift imaginable: a future with you.”
I pressed my hand to my chest, feeling the long scar my parents told me was caused by a bad playground accident when I was a toddler, and the steady thump beneath my ribs.
Adam’s heart. Adam’s heart. All these years, I’d carried this piece of someone else’s story without knowing it. The scar had been there all this time, but I’d simply accepted my parents’ explanation.
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“You were too young to remember the surgery,” Dad explained. “We wanted to tell you so many times but it never felt like the right time, so we decided to give you this tape to explain everything.”
“We hope you’ll remember Adam and honor his memory. You became our Christmas miracle because of him.”
The video ended, and I was left sitting there, staring at the screen in disbelief. My body felt like it was floating, disconnected from everything around me.
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Eventually, I snapped out of shock, pulled out my phone, and called Lisa. My older sister had always been my first call in moments of crisis, real or imagined.
“Hey sis, I… I just found something hidden in the wall in Mom and Dad’s house,” I said.
“Please tell me it’s not black mold,” Lisa replied. “Or mice. Remember that nest we found in the attic when we were kids?”
“It’s nothing like that. It’s… a Christmas present. A VHS tape. Lisa, I don’t understand what I’ve just seen. Did I get a heart transplant when I was a kid?”
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“Oh my God,” Lisa breathed over the phone. “You found it… stay right there, I’m coming over right now.”
Lisa hung up before I could ask anything more. I watched the video again and around 15 minutes later, the front door burst open and Lisa rushed in. The first thing she did was pull me into a tight hug.
“I’m so sorry, Janet. I should’ve told you, but… after everything that happened…”
“So, you knew about this? All this time?” I whispered.
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Lisa sank onto the couch beside me, her shoulders slumping. “I was twelve when it happened. I remember sitting in the hospital waiting room with Grandma, praying harder than I’d ever prayed before. That’s the real reason why you need those pills you take, they prevent your body from rejecting the donor heart.”
My jaw dropped. Mom and Dad told me those pills were for an entirely different health issue.
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Yet another clue that had been in front of me all this time, another lie I’d never questioned.
She took a shaky breath as she looked at Mom and Dad, frozen on the TV screen. “Mom and Dad wrapped this tape years ago, planning to give it to you on your eighteenth birthday. But Grandma stopped them.”
“What? But why?”
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Lisa shook her head. “She said you weren’t ready, that it would traumatize you. She took the gift from them and hid it somewhere — I guess now we know where.”
“In a wall? She put it in a wall?“
“You know how she was. She probably put it there thinking fate would lead you to it once you were ready.” Lisa squeezed my hand. “She loved you so much. Maybe too much. After nearly losing you as a baby, she couldn’t bear the thought of causing you any pain, even if it meant hiding the truth.”
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I thought about Grandma, and how she’d hover when I played sports, making me take breaks I didn’t need. All those moments took on new meaning, weighted with understanding I’d never had before.
“I have someone else’s heart,” I said slowly, testing the weight of the words. “Every birthday I’ve celebrated, every milestone, every heartbreak and triumph… it was all because of him.”
“You have Adam’s heart,” Lisa corrected gently. “And it’s the strongest heart I know. It’s carried you through everything and helped you become this amazing person. That’s what organ donation is about: life continuing, love extending beyond loss.”
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I rewound the tape, watching the little boy again. He couldn’t have known, reciting his poem, that he was creating this message for a stranger who would carry his heart.
“I need to find his family. To thank them. To…” I trailed off, uncertain. “What if they don’t want to hear from me? What if it’s too painful? They lost their child — maybe they don’t want a reminder.”
Lisa considered this, her nurse’s compassion showing through. “But what if they’ve spent years wondering about the little girl who received their son’s heart? What if knowing you, seeing how you’ve lived, helps them feel their choice meant something?”
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With the help of my parents’ old records and Lisa’s internet sleuthing, we found Adam’s parents still living just two hours away.
It took weeks to gather the courage to contact them. I put together a Christmas basket — a nod to the hidden gift that revealed the truth.
Standing on their porch, my heart — Adam’s heart — pounding, I almost turned back. The basket felt inadequate, my words insufficient for the magnitude of what I needed to express. Then the door opened.
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I found myself looking into eyes I recognized from the video. Adam had had his mom’s eyes.
“Hello,” I managed, my voice barely a whisper. “My name is Janet, and I…”
But Adam’s mother was already reaching for me, tears streaming down her face. “I know exactly who you are, Janet. We hoped this day would come when one of you would reach out to us. We’ve been waiting for so long.”
As she pulled me into a hug, I felt the steady beat in my chest strengthen, as if recognizing its first home.
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On a December afternoon, much like the one when they lost their son, we began to heal wounds we didn’t even know we had.
Some gifts, I learned, are worth waiting for — even if they’re hidden in walls, wrapped in faded paper, holding truths that change everything.
And sometimes the greatest gift isn’t in the revelation itself, but in the way it connects us to the stories we never knew we were part of, the lives that touched ours in ways we’re only beginning to understand.
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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.
New Father Kicks Wife With Newborn Twins onto the Streets, Years Later He Begs Her for Help – Story of the Day
A minted father who is unwilling to spend money to raise his newborn twins asks his wife to give up one baby for adoption. He kicks her out with the babies when she refuses and knocks on her door for help five years later.
It was a cold, rainy night, and Angie cradled her newborn babies at the bus stop. “Where will we go? Jesus, please help us. Shelter us as we wait out this rough night,” she cried, wiping warm tear droplets off her babies’ faces. Angie had nowhere to go, and her parents had died long back.
Suddenly, she sensed something creeping behind her and was terrified. Angie mustered the courage to protect her babies from whatever it was. “It’s a dog!” she sighed.
Angie never imagined her life would turn topsy-turvy overnight. She never thought her husband Jake, who she trusted and loved throughout their marriage, would kick her out with their babies just a week after their birth…
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“How I wish my mom were with me today…Sorry, mama, I should’ve listened to you and not rushed with my marriage with Jake,” sobbed Angie, thinking about her late mom.
“You can stay in this house as long as you agree to keep just one baby or leave if you want to keep both. Decide wisely, dear.”
Angie met Jake after graduation five years ago. He was a young, handsome man, and she thought he was the one. They fell for each other in what would turn into a fairytale love story, but with one exception—there was no ‘happily ever after’ in Angie’s case.
Problems sparked in the fourth year of their marriage when she told Jake she was pregnant.
“But darling, you know I’ve just started my business. We have postponed baby planning all these years, and I am not ready to be a father yet,” Jake was upset when Angie showed him the two pink lines on her pregnancy test kit.
Jake’s reluctance to be a father showed he was unprepared for responsibilities. Poor Angie was torn between his disapproval of having children and her desire to have as many as possible. But was Jake prepared to know Angie was pregnant with twins?
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“I am okay with having a baby…you get it? I mean, one baby is enough,” said Jake as Angie walked into the ward for scanning. “I pray that you don’t come out and tell me we are having twins,” he joked, his mouth curved into an ironic smile. Moments later, fate joked back at him.
Angie came out, distressed and worried. She was pale while she was supposed to be blushing and smiling.
“What is it?” he asked her, impatient for her reply. “What did the doctor say?”
Angie swallowed her fear and spoke out, partly guessing Jake’s reaction. “Our babies are fine,” she said.
“Alright…wait, what…babies?” he exclaimed.
The scan Angie took minutes ago gave her a glimpse at two tiny lives growing inside her. She was pregnant with twins, and Jake was not happy about that.
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Jake stormed to his car as Angie read his mind and pictured his frustrations. She was nervous and thought he had joked about having only one baby. But his reactions proved otherwise.
Jake grew distant from Angie day by day and focused only on making more money. She knew he was upset about having twins and assumed he would cool down with time. But it only worsened during her third trimester.
Angie was in the hospital, waiting for Jake to see their newborn twin baby girls. But he never showed up. He sent his maid and driver three days later to bring Angie and their babies home.
Jake did not want to get involved with his babies. He didn’t even welcome them home or hold them. He was unhappy and unprepared to be their father.
Angie returned home with her newborns that evening, knowing little about Jake’s condition. “We keep only one child and give the other up for adoption. If you are okay with it, we are a family. If not, you can leave the house with them,” he told Angie.
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At first, Angie thought Jake was kidding. He dragged her suitcase to the living room and placed it in front of her, indicating he was serious.
“I’m not ready to raise two children and burn a hole in my pocket. My business is fetching a lot of profits, and I need to focus on making more money…I don’t want to waste my time and wealth on raising two babies when I can easily raise just one,” he explained.
Angie was devastated. “They are our babies, Jake. How could you ask a mother to give up her baby? Are you out of your mind? Both my babies are our symbol of love,” she cried. But Jake was stubborn.
“My business has just started to flourish, and I don’t have the time to focus on family. I don’t want to waste my hard-earned money on two babies. You can stay in this house as long as you agree to keep just one baby or leave if you want to keep both. Decide wisely, dear,” he said, despite knowing Angie had nowhere to go.
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The poor mother’s choice was obvious. She took her suitcase and left the house with the babies. Jake’s greed for his newfound riches blinded his devotion to family. He failed as a husband and a father. But it didn’t matter to him.
Angie snapped to her present and found herself still deserted at the bus stop, cradling her babies. “Where will I go? Please help me, Jesus,” she cried and was disrupted by an intense beam of light rays.
“Hello there, are you alright? It’s raining heavily. Would you like a ride, my dear?” an older woman called out to her from a taxi. Angie looked up and saw a nun. She wrapped her babies in her jacket and approached the car.
“Oh my, how adorable your babies are!” exclaimed the nun. “Get in. I’ll drop you. Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know, Sister,” said Angie. “My path is dark, and I am lost. I don’t know which way to go. My babies and I were abandoned by someone dear to us.”
The nun understood Angie’s misery and immediately took her to the convent.
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Angie and her daughters, Sophie and Marley, found a safe shelter to wait out the rough days of their lives. Angie taught in the school administered by the church. She also worked part-time in a restaurant, and two years later, she saved a good chunk of money to start her café.
Gradually, Angie was able to give her daughters a better life, though it could’ve been much better had their father been involved. Moreover, Angie did not regret her decision not wanting to divorce Jake. Deep in her heart, she hoped he would realize his mistake and come for them someday.
Five years passed, and Angie now had her own house. It was quite small yet comfortable. She spent the best years watching Sophia and Marley grow up.
There were times when Angie used to struggle without enough profits in business, but her faith and determination motivated her. She launched two more coffee shops in town, and gradually, her fortune grew. But in the other part of town, Jake’s business tanked.
He was drowned in debt, and everybody he sought financial help from refused to support him at the last minute. Jake knew how rich Angie was now and thought only she could help him.
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“Hey, how are you?” Angie answered the door one day when she least expected to see Jake at the doorstep. “Come in!”
Jake vaguely smiled and immediately apologized to Angie. “Darling, I’m so sorry for abandoning you. My greed to earn more money cost me big. I am bankrupt, and it’s the best punishment I deserve for kicking you out with our babies. Please forgive me, and please help me.”
Angie now understood why Jake had come. She had learned about his loss in business but never thought he would visit her and apologize, let alone ask for help.
Jake saw a photo of Angie with their daughters and cried. “I’m sorry, sweethearts. Please forgive your daddy,” he said. Angie’s heart melted, and though she knew Jake had come crawling for help, she was willing to do it because she still loved him.
“But darling, I will not be able to repay such a huge amount of money. I will need time. I was such a cruel husband and a heartless father. Are you sure you want to help me?” he sobbed when Angie gave him a check worth the money he wanted.
“The night you kicked me out, I learned what greed is and how it can ruin relationships. And today, I learned what forgiveness is. What are we going to achieve by holding onto our past grudges? Nothing! Everyone makes mistakes, but as humans, we must learn to forgive one another,” said Angie.
Jake realized his mistake and promised to take Angie and their kids back once he sorted his business issues. He wanted to be a good father to his children and compensate for the heartbreak Angie endured all these years.
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What can we learn from this story?
- Do not walk past the needy. When the nun saw Angie and her newborn babies stranded at the bus stop on a rainy night, she offered them a ride. She took them to the convent and offered shelter after learning of the mother’s misery.
- One of the best attributes of humans is our ability to forgive. Despite being wronged by Jake, Angie forgave him and helped him financially when he came to her and apologized.
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