Finding diapers in my teenage son’s backpack left me speechless. When I followed him after school, what I discovered sent a shiver down my spine. It also forced me to face a truth about myself I’d been avoiding for years.
My alarm went off at 5:30 a.m., the same as every weekday for the past decade. I was showered, dressed, and answering emails before the sun came up.
By 7:00 a.m., I was in the kitchen, making coffee while scrolling through the day’s meetings.
“Morning, Mom,” Liam mumbled, shuffling into the kitchen in his school sweatshirt.
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“Morning, honey,” I said, sliding a plate of toast toward him. “Don’t forget you have that history test today.”
He nodded while his eyes were glued to his phone.
That was our routine.
Brief morning conversations, quick goodbyes, and then I’d go to run MBK Construction. It was the company my father had built from nothing.
When he died three years ago, I promised myself I’d make him proud. I decided the company would thrive under my leadership, no matter what it took.
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To be honest, what it took was my marriage.
Tom couldn’t handle being married to someone who worked fourteen-hour days.
“You’re married to that company, not me,” he’d said the night he left.
Maybe he was right. But if he really loved me, he would have accepted that drive as part of who I am.
Instead, he found someone who put him first. Good for him. I had a legacy to protect.
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And I also had Liam. My brilliant, kind-hearted son who somehow survived the divorce without becoming bitter.
At 15, he was already taller than me, with his father’s easy smile and my determination. Watching him grow into a young man made all the sacrifices worth it.
Lately, though, something had been off. He’d been quieter and more distracted. At dinner last week, I caught him staring at nothing.
“Earth to Liam,” I said, waving my hand in front of his face. “Where’d you go?”
He blinked, shaking his head. “Sorry. Just thinking about stuff.”
“What kind of stuff? School? A girl?”
“It’s nothing, Mom. Just tired.”
A boy sitting for dinner | Source: Midjourney
I let it go. Teenagers need space, right? That’s what all the parenting books say.
But then I started noticing other things.
He was always on his phone, texting someone—then quickly hiding the screen when I walked by. He started asking to walk to school instead of letting me drive him.
And then he started keeping his bedroom door closed. All the time.
I figured it was just normal teenage privacy. Until Rebecca called.
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“Kate? This is Rebecca, Liam’s English teacher.”
“Is everything okay?” I asked, cradling the phone between my ear and shoulder as I signed a contract.
“I’m concerned about Liam. His grades have dropped significantly over the past month. He’s missed two quizzes, and yesterday he wasn’t in class at all, even though the attendance office marked him present for the day.”
My pen froze. “What?”
“I just wanted to check if everything is alright at home. This isn’t like Liam at all.”
A woman talking to her student’s mother on the phone | Source: Midjourney
“He’s… he’s been going to school every day. Nothing’s wrong at home, and he hasn’t mentioned anything bothering him lately.”
“Well, he’s definitely not making it to my class. And from what I’ve heard from his other teachers, I’m not the only one noticing his absences.”
After hanging up, I sat frozen at my desk.
My perfect son was skipping school? Why? Because of a girl? Some kind of trouble?
That night, I tried to casually bring it up.
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“How was school today?” I asked over dinner.
“Fine,” he said, pushing pasta around his plate.
“Classes going okay? English still your favorite?”
He shrugged. “It’s alright.”
“Liam,” I said, putting down my fork. “Is there something you want to talk about? Anything at all?”
For a moment, I thought he might open up. His eyes met mine, and it looked like he was considering it. But then the wall came back up.
“I’m good, Mom. Really. Just tired from practice.”
I nodded and let it drop. But I knew one thing for certain.
I needed to find out what my son was hiding.
A boy looking down at the dinner table | Source: Midjourney
The next day, I went into his room while he was playing video games in the living room.
I’d never invaded his privacy before, but these weren’t normal circumstances. If he was in trouble, I needed to know.
His room was surprisingly neat for a teenage boy—bed made, clothes put away, everything carefully organized.
Then, my gaze landed on his backpack, sitting on his desk chair.
A backpack on a chair | Source: Midjourney
That’s where I’m going to find all the answers, I thought. I picked it up and quickly unzipped it.
Textbooks. Notebooks. Calculator. Nothing unusual.
Then, I unzipped a small side pocket and reached inside. What I pulled out made no sense at all.
A plastic package.
Diapers.
Not just any diapers—newborn diapers.
My hands started shaking. Why would my 15-year-old son have baby diapers?Was he hanging out with someone who had a baby? Or… God forbid… was he a father himself?
A woman’s eye | Source: Midjourney
I sat on his bed, trying to make sense of the package, but nothing added up.
Liam was responsible and cautious, and he’d never even mentioned having a girlfriend. But these diapers didn’t just appear in his backpack by magic.
I returned everything exactly as I’d found it and walked back to the living room.
Liam sat on the couch, playing video games, completely at ease. He laughed when his character died, casually killing zombies like nothing was wrong.
How could he sit there so casually while keeping such a massive secret?
A person holding a controller | Source: Pexels
After he went to bed, I made up my mind. Tomorrow, I wouldn’t go to work. Tomorrow, I would follow my son.
Morning came, and I stuck to our normal routine, pretending everything was fine.
“Have a good day, honey,” I called as he headed out the door.
“You too, Mom.”
I waited until he was halfway down the block before grabbing my keys and sunglasses. I followed at a distance in my car, feeling ridiculous.
But then Liam did something that proved my suspicions weren’t overblown. Instead of turning left toward school, he went right.
Away from school.
Away from our neighborhood.
A boy with a backback walking on a street | Source: Midjourney
I followed him for twenty minutes as he walked confidently through increasingly unfamiliar streets.
The neat houses and manicured lawns of our neighborhood gave way to older, smaller homes with peeling paint and chain-link fences. This area was the opposite of the exclusive community where we lived.
Finally, Liam stopped in front of a small, weathered bungalow. My heart pounded as I parked across the street and watched him walk up to the front door.
He didn’t knock. Instead, he pulled out a key.
A boy standing outside a house | Source: Midjourney
I watched him unlock the door and step inside like he belonged there.
My son had a key to someone else’s house.
With my heart pounding against my chest, I got out of my car and walked up to the front door. I took a deep breath and knocked, unaware of how everything would change in just a few minutes.
The door opened, and there stood Liam, his eyes wide with shock. But what left me speechless wasn’t my son’s expression.
It was the tiny baby he was cradling in his arms.
A boy holding a baby | Source: Midjourney
“Mom?” His voice cracked. “What are you doing here?”
Before I could answer, a familiar figure appeared behind him. An older man with stooped shoulders and salt-and-pepper hair.
I immediately recognized him. It was Peter, our former office cleaner. The man I fired three months ago for chronic tardiness.
“Ma’am,” he said quietly. “Please, come in.”
An older man standing in his house | Source: Midjourney
I stepped inside, my mind struggling to connect the dots. The small living room was modestly furnished with baby supplies scattered everywhere.
“Liam,” I said. “What’s going on? Why are you here with… with a baby?”
My son looked down at the infant in his arms, then back at me. “This is Noah. He’s Peter’s grandson.”
Peter gestured to a worn couch. “Please, sit. I’ll explain everything.”
As I sat down, still stunned, Liam gently bounced the baby, who couldn’t have been more than a few months old.
“Remember how I used to hang out with Peter when Dad would drop me off at your office after school?” Liam began. “He taught me how to play chess.”
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I nodded slowly. Peter had worked for MBK Construction for nearly a decade. He’d always been kind to Liam.
“When I heard you fired him, I wanted to check on him,” Liam continued. “So, I found his address and came by after school one day.”
“And I welcomed the visit,” Peter said. “But I wasn’t alone.”
“Where did the baby come from?” I asked, still trying to process everything.
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Peter’s eyes filled with sadness. “My daughter, Lisa. She… she’s had a rough life.” He hesitated, then sighed. “About a month ago, she showed up with Noah. Said she couldn’t handle it. By morning, she was gone. Left the baby and never came back.”
“Why didn’t you call social services?” I asked.
“They’d take him away,” Peter said simply. “Put him in the system. Lisa will come back when she’s ready. She always does.”
A man standing in his house | Source: Midjourney
“But in the meantime, Peter needed help,” Liam added. “He was trying to find a new job, going to interviews, but couldn’t bring a baby. So, I started coming over during my free periods to watch Noah.”
I looked at my son in disbelief. “You’ve been skipping school to babysit?”
“Only my study hall and lunch,” Liam said quickly. “But then Noah got colic, and Peter was so exhausted. So, I… uhhh… I started missing a few classes. I know it was wrong, Mom, but what was I supposed to do? They needed help.”
A boy talking to his mother | Source: Midjourney
That’s when I realized something that sent a shiver down my spine.
While I’d been consumed with board meetings and profit margins, my 15-year-old son had been shouldering an adult responsibility that even I hadn’t noticed.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.
Liam and Peter exchanged glances.
“You fired him for being late,” Liam said quietly. “You didn’t even ask why.”
That was true. I couldn’t deny it.
I never asked Peter why he’d been showing up late at work. I didn’t care if he was facing problems at home.
I’d been too busy. Too focused on the company.
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That’s when I really saw Peter for the first time.
The man was exhausted and had dark circles under his eyes. Had he always looked this tired when he worked for me? How had I never noticed? Had I been so caught up in my own life that I never even thought to ask if he was okay?
“I’m sorry,” I said to Peter. “I had no idea what you were going through.”
“It’s not your fault,” he replied. “I should have explained.”
“No,” I shook my head. “I should have asked.”
A woman with her eyes closed in worry | Source: Midjourney
I watched as Liam gently rocked the baby, who had fallen asleep against his shoulder. My son had shown more compassion than I had in years.
Standing up, I made a decision. “Peter, I want you to come back to work at MBK Construction.”
His eyes widened. “Ma’am, I—”
“With flexible hours,” I continued. “And we’ll set up a proper childcare situation for Noah. Maybe even an on-site daycare for employees. It’s something we should have done years ago.”
“You’d do that?” Peter asked.
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“It’s the least I can do,” I said.
Then, I turned to my son. “Liam, I’m sorry I haven’t been more present. That’s going to change, I promise.”
“Thanks, Mom,” he smiled.
That night, after we’d made arrangements for Peter and Noah, Liam and I sat at our kitchen table with pizza and honesty between us.
“I’m proud of you,” I told him. “But no more skipping school, okay? We’ll figure this out together.”
He nodded. “Deal.”
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As I watched him head upstairs to bed, I realized that in trying to preserve my father’s legacy, I’d almost missed the most important legacy of all: my son.
Dentro da casa de US$ 1,2 milhão de Celine Dion, onde ela vive com “dor” — seus três filhos estão ao seu lado
Celine Dion anunciou que foi diagnosticada com uma rara condição médica debilitante. Sua irmã Claudette Dion desde então forneceu uma atualização sobre sua saúde.
Em uma entrevista, Claudette, uma dos 14 irmãos Dion, revelou como a Rainha das Power Ballads está lidando com sua doença e contou mais abertamente sobre a condição.
Celine Dion fotografada em Lower Manhattan em 8 de março de 2020 na cidade de Nova York | Fonte: Getty Images
“Ela está fazendo de tudo para se recuperar. Ela é uma mulher forte”, disse Claudette, acrescentando que a família sabe pouco sobre a condição de Celine. O irmão da vencedora do Grammy Award declarou que não há muito que a família possa fazer pela estrela para aliviar sua “dor”.
Claudette, 74, destacou os sintomas da doença, dizendo : “Há espasmos – eles são impossíveis de controlar. Você sabe quando as pessoas costumam pular à noite por causa de uma cãibra na perna ou na panturrilha? É um pouco assim, mas em todos os músculos.”
Celine Dion retratada em seu documentário “I Am Celine Dion” | Fonte: YouTube/EntertainmentTonight
Em dezembro de 2022, Celine, de 55 anos, revelou em um vídeo emocionante nas redes sociais que havia sido diagnosticada com Síndrome da Pessoa Rígida.
A nativa canadense disse aos fãs que estava sofrendo de espasmos que estavam afetando sua rotina diária, tornando difícil para ela andar. A condição também afetou suas cordas vocais.
Celine Dion durante uma entrevista no “Good Morning America” em 12 de maio de 2016 | Fonte: Getty Images
Certa vez, durante uma turnê na Alemanha, a cantora teve espasmos musculares antes de subir no palco para se apresentar. Ela começou a entrar em pânico e disse à sua equipe que não conseguiria continuar com aquilo.
No entanto, ela reuniu coragem para se apresentar, mas soou nasal. Ela e sua equipe decidiram fazer alguns ajustes, abaixando as tonalidades da música para acomodá-la. A estrela, que disse que sua condição a ensinou a conversar com seus filhos, mais tarde disse aos fãs que estava sofrendo de infecções nos seios nasais e na garganta.
No entanto, ela nem sabia com o que estava lidando e sentiu o fardo de ser desonesta com seus fãs. Celine, que cresceu em uma grande família musical, cancelou planos para shows e decidiu pausar sua turnê mundial Courage até que ela finalmente se recupere e seja capaz o suficiente para agraciar o palco novamente.
Rene-Charles Angelil e Celine Dion no 66º Grammy Awards em 4 de fevereiro de 2024 em Los Angeles, Califórnia. | Fonte: Getty Images
A artista premiada se retirou dos olhos do público desde então. Ela teria sido cuidada por “uma ótima equipe de médicos” e um terapeuta de medicina esportiva para recuperar sua força.
Celine Dion retratada em seu documentário “I Am Celine Dion” | Fonte: YouTube/EntertainmentTonight
Celine mora com seus três filhos, René-Charles, Eddy e Nelson. Ela os recebeu com seu falecido marido, René Angelil, que infelizmente morreu em janeiro de 2016 aos 73 anos.
A mãe de três filhos era dona de um parque aquático na Flórida depois que ela e o marido compraram um terreno de cinco acres em 2008. Eles construíram a propriedade dos seus sonhos do zero dois anos depois.
A propriedade, inspirada nas Bahamas, tinha 13 quartos e 14 banheiros. Também tinha vários recursos aquáticos, incluindo duas piscinas, dois toboáguas e um rio lento.
Uma vista externa da casa de Celine Dion em Jupiter Island, Flórida | Fonte: YouTube/TODAY
No entanto, Celine, que começou a cantar profissionalmente aos 12 anos, decidiu vender a casa depois de fazer uma mudança de carreira para Las Vegas, onde assinou um contrato de residência em 2005. Isso tornou mais fácil para ela estar lá com seus entes queridos.
Rene-Charles Angelil e Celine Dion comparecem à exibição especial em Nova York do documentário “I Am: Celine Dion” em 17 de junho de 2024 na cidade de Nova York. | Fonte: Getty Images
Ainda assim, a morada em Jupiter Island, com um parque aquático, permaneceu no mercado por um bom tempo. Celine só conseguiu fazer uma venda quatro anos depois, vendendo-a por US$ 38,5 milhões na época.
Uma vista interna da casa de plano aberto de Celine Dion em Jupiter Island, Flórida | Fonte: YouTube/CNBCPrime
A cantora de “The Power of Love” vendeu sua antiga casa, que ela dividia com seu marido Angelil, um produtor musical e empresário de talentos, apenas um ano após sua morte.
Celine supostamente vendeu outra propriedade em Summerlin, Las Vegas, em abril de 2023 por incríveis US$ 30 milhões . Ela comprou a mansão recém-construída em 2017 por US$ 9,2 milhões.
Uma vista aérea da casa de Celine Dion em Summerlain, Las Vegas | Fonte: YouTube/FamousLuxury
A superestrela global passou vários anos reformando a casa antes de vendê-la com sucesso em 2024. Ainda não está claro se ela já morou lá ou se está apenas reformando casas.
Uma vista externa da casa de Celine Dion em Summerlain, Las Vegas | Fonte: YouTube/FamousLuxury
A casa tem 31.000 pés quadrados e fica em um acre de terra com vista para um campo de golfe. Ela possui uma garagem subterrânea e uma piscina enorme. Há quatro quartos e doze banheiros por toda a casa, incluindo um porão mobiliado e spa.
Uma vista da entrada da antiga casa de Celine Dion em Summerlin, Las Vegas | Fonte: YouTube/FamousEntertainment
Enquanto isso, a casa atual de 1,5 acre de Celine em Las Vegas está situada em Henderson, Nevada, que ela e seu marido Angelil compraram em 2003 por US$ 1,2 milhão . Ela a reformou logo após se mudar, tendo se mudado em 2003.
Hoda Kotb com Celine Dion em sua casa em Las Vegas, Nevada | Fonte: Today.com
A propriedade ocupa mais de um acre de terra, abrangendo mais de 740 metros quadrados e conta com quatro quartos, seis banheiros e três lareiras.
Em meio à pandemia, Celine filmou um vídeo de sua cozinha pedindo aos fãs que ficassem em casa. O vislumbre de dentro de sua cozinha a mostrou sentada em frente a uma grande prateleira.
Uma vista externa da casa de Celine Dion em Henderson, Nevada | Fonte: YouTube/ALLABOUT
O tema do espaço é armários com frente branca brilhante e acessórios de aço inoxidável. Celine mostrou outro cômodo em sua casa, que tinha um tema todo branco.
Havia cadeiras de couro branco, uma mesa branca de alto brilho e cortinas. Além disso, ela teria acrescentado uma coleção de velas ao espaço.
Hoda Kotb com Celine Dion em sua casa em Las Vegas, Nevada | Fonte: Today.com
A propriedade, estimada em US$ 4,5 milhões , também consiste em uma casa de hóspedes separada , que fica em 2.000 pés quadrados e tem um quarto e um banheiro. Os terrenos ao ar livre apresentam uma quadra de basquete e uma grande piscina.
Notavelmente, a cantora do sucesso “That’s the Way It Is” já foi dona de várias propriedades, incluindo sua casa em Montreal, sua terra natal, Québec, Canadá.
Antes de adquirir seu enorme portfólio imobiliário, Celine encontrou sucesso pela primeira vez na Las Vegas Strip, onde se apresentou por quase vinte anos no Coliseu e no Caesar’s Palace.
No início de sua residência, a cantora supostamente ganhava US$ 500.000 por show. Isso significa que se ela tivesse de 3 a 5 shows semanais, ela ganhava uma média de US$ 2 milhões mensais.
Celine Dion participando do Metropolitan Museum of Art Costume Institute Benefit Gala em 2 de maio de 2019 em Nova York | Fonte: Getty Images
A estrela de Hollywood se tornou uma das cantoras mais renomadas a começar uma residência. Celebridades como Jennifer Lopez, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera e Mariah Carey seguiram o exemplo, tendo assinado acordos para suas residências nos últimos anos.
Uma vista interna da casa de Celine Dion em Henderson, Nevada | Fonte: YouTube/ALLABOUT
O Caesar’s Palace construiu uma arena de 4.000 lugares inspirada no Coliseu Romano, e a residência de Celine chamada “A New Day” se tornou um sucesso instantâneo e esgotou todos os shows.
Ela é considerada uma das artistas femininas mais vendidas, ao lado de nomes como Carey e Madonna. Celine conquistou sucesso mundial com canções de sucesso como “Because You Loved Me”, “My Heart Will Go On” e “I’m Alive”, e ganhou vários prêmios e elogios.
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