The weight of the shopping bags dug into my shoulders as I navigated the familiar curve of the driveway. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawn of what was now our house – mine and Liam’s. A thrill, still fresh despite weeks of living here, fluttered in my chest. This wasn’t just another rented apartment; this was the place where we would build our future.
Liam was away in Singapore for a conference, a necessary evil that felt like an eternity despite only being three days. I missed his easy laughter, the way his hand instinctively found mine, even the clutter of his work papers on the kitchen counter. The house felt strangely silent without him, a beautiful but empty shell.
As I rounded the last bend, my breath hitched. Plunked squarely on the doorstep, a beacon of jarring color against the muted tones of the brick, sat a suitcase. Not just any suitcase, but a behemoth of sunshine yellow, the kind you’d expect a flamboyant tourist to wheel through an airport. It looked utterly out of place, abandoned and somehow menacing.
My brow furrowed. We weren’t expecting any deliveries, and Liam certainly wouldn’t own something so…loud. As I drew closer, I noticed a piece of folded paper taped to the handle. My name, “Eleanor,” was scrawled across it in handwriting I didn’t recognize. Below it, two words that sent a shiver down my spine: “Open and run.”
My heart slammed against my ribs. My first thought, sharp and cold, was danger. Had someone followed me home? Was this some kind of twisted prank? My fingers tightened around the shopping bags, the flimsy paper handles suddenly feeling inadequate as a weapon.
My rational mind screamed for me to call the police. To back away slowly and dial emergency services. But another, more insidious voice whispered in my ear – the voice of curiosity, the one that always got me into trouble. What if it was a mistake? What if it was something…else?
Taking a shaky breath, I dropped the shopping bags with a soft thud on the porch. My gaze darted around the quiet street, searching for any sign of movement, any lurking figure. Nothing. Just the gentle rustling of leaves in the afternoon breeze.
With a hesitant step, I approached the suitcase. The yellow plastic felt strangely smooth under my trembling fingers. I peeled off the note, the hurried, uneven letters amplifying the sense of urgency and dread. “Open and run.” The words echoed in my mind, a chilling command.
My hands shook as I fumbled with the latches. They sprung open with a soft click, and the heavy lid creaked upwards. I braced myself, my eyes squeezed shut for a fleeting moment, expecting…what? A bomb? Something gruesome?
Slowly, cautiously, I opened my eyes.
The first thing I noticed was the overwhelming scent of lavender and something else…something sweet and vaguely familiar. The interior of the suitcase was lined with a soft, floral fabric. And nestled within, carefully arranged, were dozens of baby clothes.
Tiny, exquisitely crafted outfits in pastel shades – soft blue rompers, delicate pink dresses, miniature knitted sweaters. There were tiny socks, smaller than my thumb, and even a pair of impossibly small booties. My breath caught in my throat.
Beneath the clothes, I saw neatly folded receiving blankets, their edges embroidered with delicate flowers. A small, plush teddy bear with one button eye missing lay nestled amongst them. And then, my gaze fell upon a small, sealed envelope tucked into a side pocket.
My hands trembled as I picked it up. My name was written on it again, this time in a neat, familiar script. Liam’s script.
Tearing it open, I unfolded the single sheet of paper. The words swam before my eyes as tears welled up.
My Dearest Eleanor,
If you’re reading this, you’ve found the big yellow surprise. I know the note might have scared you – it was a silly inside joke with my sister, who helped me with this. Please forgive the dramatic delivery!
I couldn’t wait until I got back to tell you. Eleanor, my love, we’re going to be parents.
These are just a few of the things I’ve been picking up, imagining our little one wrapped in them. I know it’s early, and there’s so much to figure out, but seeing them, holding them, made it all so real. I wanted you to have this little glimpse of our future while I’m away.
The lavender scent is from the little sachets my mum used to put in our baby clothes. I thought it would be a comforting touch.
I love you more than words can say, my Eleanor. I can’t wait to come home and celebrate this incredible news with you.
All my love,
Liam.
The letter fluttered from my numb fingers and landed softly on the pile of baby clothes. The world seemed to tilt, the late afternoon sun suddenly blindingly bright. My knees felt weak, and I sank onto the porch steps, the rough brick cool against my skin.
A wave of emotions washed over me – disbelief, shock, and then, an overwhelming surge of joy that brought tears streaming down my face. A baby. Our baby.
The bizarre yellow suitcase, the cryptic note – it all suddenly made a strange, heart-stopping kind of sense. Liam, in his excitement and perhaps a touch of his sister’s theatrical flair, had orchestrated this unexpected announcement.
The initial fear evaporated, replaced by a warmth that spread through me, chasing away the chill of the empty house. I reached into the suitcase, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric of a tiny blue onesie. A sob escaped my lips, a mixture of relief and pure, unadulterated happiness.
I picked up the little teddy bear, its missing button eye somehow endearing. Our baby. The thought echoed in my mind, a precious, unbelievable reality.
The silence of the house no longer felt empty. It felt full of possibility, of a future I hadn’t even dared to fully imagine until now. A future with Liam, and with the tiny life that was growing inside me.
I clutched the teddy bear to my chest, a silly grin spreading across my face. “Open and run,” the note had said. And in a way, it was right. I had opened the suitcase, and now, I wanted to run – straight into Liam’s arms, to share this incredible secret, to begin this new, extraordinary chapter of our lives. The big yellow suitcase, once a source of fear, now felt like a treasure chest, holding the most precious gift of all.
Kids Mock Needy Classmate for Cheap Halloween Costume until Principal Shows up Wearing the Same — Story of the Day
A poor little boy is in tears after being teased by his classmates for the cheap Halloween costume his father made until the school principal shows up wearing the same.
Levi loved his small house and his parents, Carol and Darren. They weren’t rich, but they were there for one another and him, which he admired. But one afternoon, after returning home from school, Levi was upset with his parents.
How could he not be upset? It was Halloween, the trick-or-treating season, and there was a fancy dress competition at his school, but Levi’s parents didn’t have enough money to get him a new costume.
His classmates would all be dressed as Superman, Batman, or one of the Avengers, but he would have to make do with his old costume!
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“Honey, please understand,” Carol said. “You know, daddy and I are trying our best to save this house. We need to put money aside for the mortgage payment.”
“Do you not love me, mom?” asked Levi sadly. “I don’t want the house. I want a new costume. But you love the house, not me!”
Carol sighed. “It’s not like that, honey. Mommy and daddy love you the most! We love you more than anything!”
“No!” he screamed in tears. “You are lying! You don’t love me! You love the house!”
With that, Levi disappeared to his room in tears and didn’t come out even for dinner. No parent wants to see their children sad; even Carol didn’t. Did she have a choice, though? Not really.
They were drowned in loans, and their small shop just brought them enough to get by. But seeing Levi sad bothered her, so she discussed it with Darren over dinner.
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“He’s sad, hun,” she said. “Can we get him a new costume? If not, I’ll find a part-time job.”
“Don’t stress yourself out, honey,” Darren said. “You already have too much on your plate right now. I’ve got an idea…”
Two days later, while Levi was eating dinner alone in his room, still upset with his parents about the costume, Darren walked in with a huge parcel in his hands.
In this cruel world, we must stand up for one another and encourage the good.
“Can I come in, little boy?” he asked at the door.
“No, you can’t,” Levi said. He didn’t even look up from his plate.
“Even if I say I got you a new costume?” Darren asked. “I thought you’d be excited.”
“Did you?” Levi looked at the parcel in Darren’s hands and grinned. “Is that a new outfit? Really?”
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“Yes, it is!” said Darren. “Now, can we have a little apology for mommy because you yelled at her two days ago? She was so worried about you.”
Levi was so excited to see his new costume that he bolted from his room and hugged Carol. “You and daddy love me! Not the house! I’m so sorry, mom! Let’s see my new costume together!” He held her hands and ran so fast that she almost tripped.
Then came the BIG moment. When Levi opened the parcel and saw the costume inside, he was in tears.
“Is that a robot?” he asked. “Dad, mom, I love robots!”
“We know you do, little boy,” said Carol. “Do you like it? Daddy made it for you!”
“I love it, mom and dad!” chirped Levi, wiping his tears. “I love it very much! And I love you so much! Thank you!”
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Levi was delighted. He loved the robot costume Darren had made out of cardboard and duct tape. Yes, it wasn’t expensive, but it had his heart and his dad’s efforts.
But on the day of the fancy dress event, Levi was crying because of the costume. He was sad because all his classmates were teasing him.
“Look, Levi is wearing a piece of colored cardboard!” a boy said and laughed. “He couldn’t even buy a new costume!”
“Don’t say that, Tony!” Levi protested, swallowing the tears in his eyes. “My dad worked hard on this! He went through videos on his computer, and he did so much hard work!”
“Oh, did he?” another kid said and chuckled with his friends. “Well, that outfit makes you look like a loser! I bet your dad’s a loser too!”
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All the kids were so mean to Levi that he started crying. When his name was called, he didn’t show up on the stage and instead cried backstage.
Soon, the show was over, and everyone got to flaunt their costumes except Levi.
“I’m so sorry, dad…” He sniffed. “I didn’t even take part in the competition! I wasted your hard work! I’m sorry…”
Suddenly, Levi heard a loud gasp. He looked at the stage and couldn’t believe his eyes. The school principal, Mr. Frederick, was on the stage, and he was dressed as a robot! A red one, unlike Levi, who was wearing a blue costume.
“Where is my fellow robot? Levi, where are you, child?” he called out from the stage.
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“Mr. Frederick?” Levi exclaimed as he stepped onto the stage. “You have the same costume as me!”
“Call me, Captain Red!” he said stiffly. “Agent Blue, you got a nice suit there! Mine took so much time to make!”
“You look cool, Captain Red!” Levi smiled, having forgotten his worries. “My dad made me this suit! I just love it!”
“That’s wonderful, Agent Blue! I’ll ask your dad to make me a suit next time! I saw some kids didn’t appreciate your costume, so I thought, why not show them they’re wrong? You know what? I love your outfit! You’re lucky! Your dad spends love on you, which is more important than just spending money on children…”
That day, Levi won the competition. His dress stood out from the bunch of Spidermans, Batmans, Avengers, and Disney princesses, and he had a huge smile on his face as he lifted the trophy with Captain Red!
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At that point, the group of mean kids huddled around Levi and apologized. “WE ARE SORRY, LEVI!” they cried in unison. “Your costume was awesome!”
Levi was happy that the other kids loved his costume. He shared the big basket of candies he had won as a part of the prize with them and said, “It’s ok! I’m not sad anymore. Let’s not be mean to others, ok? Mommy and daddy say we should love each other!”
“That’s absolutely right, Levi,” Mr. Frederick said gently. “Always remember, kids, that we need to stand up for each other and encourage the good in this world. Never put others down! That’s what Captain Red and Agent Blue also believe in!” he added with a wink, and all the kids happily nodded as they devoured the Halloween candies.
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What can we learn from this story?
- In this cruel world, we must stand up for one another and encourage the good. Thanks to Mr. Frederick, the kids realized they were wrong to mock Levi and learned the importance of love over money.
- Spending love on children is more important than spending money. Levi’s parents couldn’t afford to buy him a new costume, but they loved him so much that they couldn’t bear the thought of him being unhappy. So they got him a lovely outfit that Darren created himself.
Share this story with your friends. It might brighten their day and inspire them.
If you enjoyed this story, you might like this one about an older woman who decides to feed a starving boy on Halloween and is shocked when the boy removes his mask—he’s her missing son’s carbon copy.
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