If you cut a watermelon and it looks like this, throw it away immediately

Watermelons reign supreme as the quintessential seasonal treat, beloved by folks of all ages for their refreshing, hydrating properties, particularly cherished during the sweltering summer months. However, selecting the perfect watermelon can be a bit of a gamble, as its quality remains concealed until sliced open.

Several critical factors come into play when scouting for the ideal watermelon, with shape, appearance, and color being paramount. Primarily, a good watermelon should feel weighty in your hands, indicating its juiciness and ripeness. Keep an eye out for the telltale melon spot, a creamy yellow splotch on the underside opposite the stem; a green or white spot signifies an underripe fruit. Additionally, a glossy rind is a sign of freshness.

To further gauge ripeness, give the watermelon a gentle tap; a hollow sound indicates peak readiness for consumption. Opt for specimens with a symmetrical round or oval shape, steering clear of any irregularities.

In the quest for health-conscious eating, distinguishing naturally grown produce from those laced with chemical fertilizers is paramount. Many farmers resort to growth accelerants to expedite melon development, with a distinct crack in the core serving as a telltale sign of synthetic cultivation.

Should you encounter such a rift in a watermelon, it’s indicative of chemical intervention during growth.

The benefits of watermelon extend beyond its flesh to include its oft-discarded seeds, teeming with essential nutrients. Don’t toss those seeds aside, as they boast a wealth of goodness. A mere 150 grams of dried seeds contain a whopping 30.6 grams of protein, fulfilling 61% of your daily protein needs.

These seeds pack a punch of essential amino acids like tryptophan, glutamic acid, and lysine, alongside arginine, renowned for its blood pressure-regulating properties and arterial health benefits. Niacin, a B vitamin crucial for nerve function, digestion, and skin health, abounds in these seeds, alongside thiamine, riboflavin, vitamin B6, and pantothenic acid.

Minerals such as magnesium, phosphorus, iron, potassium, sodium, copper, manganese, and zinc round out the nutritional profile, bolstering muscle and joint health. As for the watermelon rind, it boasts minimal fat and cholesterol content. Citrulline, abundant in the peel, aids in ammonia detoxification in the liver, combats oxidative stress, promotes vasodilation, and boosts energy levels.

This often-overlooked portion also houses a treasure trove of vitamins A, C, D, E, B6, and B12, alongside pantothenic acid, iron, calcium, magnesium, potassium, phosphorus, zinc, and selenium. These vitamins, coupled with antioxidants, fortify the immune system and ward off heart disease, joint inflammation, and various cancers, including colorectal, prostate, breast, and cervical.

Surpassing tomatoes in lycopene content, watermelon emerges as a potent antioxidant, slashing LDL cholesterol levels and safeguarding against cardiovascular ailments, cataracts, and osteoporosis.

Family Confounded by Old Neighbor’s Frequent Quarrels Until Husband Accidentally Enters Her Home – Story of the Day

Michael and Amber were fed up with their nagging neighbor, Margaret. But one day, they realized their kids had disappeared from the backyard. Thinking they may be at the neighbor’s house, they decided to investigate, but what they found chilled their bones.

In their quaint suburban home, Michael and Amber enjoyed the holiday cheer, surrounded by the home decorations they had just finished installing. As they reflected on celebrating their first Christmas with their adopted twins, Tom and Eliza, they were interrupted by their neighbor Margaret, an old woman who had opinions about everything.

“I understand Christmas is coming, but your decorations are shining right into my window,” Margaret griped.

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Christmas Lights | Source: Shutterstock

“We just wanted our first Christmas with the kids to be special,” Michael said, smiling to keep the peace.

Amber joined in. “How about we turn them off at ten in the evening?”

Margaret crossed her arms. “That doesn’t suit me. I go to bed at nine,” she said.

Amber suggested, “Then, how about nine?”

“Fine,” she replied, twisting her mouth.

Amber and Michael looked at each other knowingly but stayed quiet. Their silent moment was broken by the twins, Tom and Eliza, drawn to the front door by the sound of their neighbor’s voice. Margaret’s demeanor softened at the sight of the children, something that made Michael’s hackles rise.

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Gray-haired elderly woman | Source: Shutterstock

“My dears, I’ve brought you something,” she said, offering a plate of homemade cookies.

Frowning, Michael took the cookies before the twins could. “Knowing Margaret, there’s probably poison in there.”

The old woman sputtered and protested, “How dare you! I would never–”

Michael ended the encounter by wrangling his family into the house and closing the door in her face, thinking she was way too nasty to Amber and him and too nice to the children. It wasn’t normal.

The next day, Michael read a book while he listened to the twins playing outside. His eyes lifted for a second, and he noticed Margaret near the fence talking to them. His protective instincts stirred, but seeing no immediate harm, he chose not to intervene, focusing on his book again.

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Children play outdoors | Source: Shutterstock

But soon enough, the atmosphere got too quiet. His head swiveled, and the realization hit: the twins were gone, and Margaret had disappeared, too.

“Tom! Eliza!” Michael called out, his voice rising with his panic. He rushed to the fence and saw Margaret’s car gone, too, and finally, he called out to Amber, who had been busy in their bedroom.

“Honey, the children are gone,” he said, breathing heavily once inside his house.

“What do you mean gone?” she asked, her eyes wide and fearful. “Maybe they’re hiding.”

“I think Margaret took them. She was talking to them, and now her car isn’t in her driveway anymore,” Michael said. “Call 911.”

“That’s too much–”

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Collage of pictures with loved ones | Source: Shutterstock

“Call them, Amber!” he yelled but coughed when he saw her flinching. “Sorry. Please. I just have this feeling.”

***

“She’s 66, her name’s Margaret,” Michael explained to the police officers who arrived promptly.

One officer, trying to maintain focus, asked for details about Margaret while expressing doubt about the likelihood of her involvement due to her age. Then, he asked about cameras.

“No, we don’t have any cameras in the backyard. I never thought we’d need them,” he responded, running a hand through his hair.

“We’ll start a search immediately to gather as much information as quickly as possible,” the cop stated and walked off to talk to his partner. Soon, they took off, turning on their squad car lights to canvas the neighborhood.

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Worried Woman | Source: Shutterstock

“I can’t wait anymore,” Michael said, marching toward Margaret’s house.

“What are you doing?” Amber followed, the panic clear in her voice.

Fortunately, they found the back door unlocked and walked right in, calling for her and their twins. But Michael stopped cold in the living room, causing Amber to run into his back. “What?” she asked before following his line of vision and experiencing the biggest chill of her life.

They discovered the walls covered with photographs of Tom and Eliza. The sheer number and nature of the photos were staggering. Some predated their adoption. “This… this is impossible,” Amber murmured, running a hand down her arm to calm her goosebumps.

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Flashing lights of a police car | Source: Shutterstock

Michael grabbed his phone, taking pictures of the entire house in case they needed evidence. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, pulling his wife away from the dark, horrible place.

At home, they waited…and waited…and waited. No word from the police came. In the morning, Michael dialed CPS, asking for the social worker who had worked with them to adopt the kids, Darlene.

“What?” Darlene gasped when Michael finished telling her what happened. “What’s her full name?”

Michael repeated all the information he knew about their kidnapping neighbor and heard Darlene’s small “Oh, no” through the phone.

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Stressed young man | Source: Shutterstock

“What?” he demanded, feeling Amber wrapping her arms around his waist.

“After you and your wife adopted the children, a woman came to us. She introduced herself as the twin’s grandmother and inquired about them,” Darlene revealed. “I wasn’t told about this, but there’s a note in the system about it, and she left without asking much except for your contact information. I can’t believe she was your neighbor.”

“It wasn’t a coincidence,” Michael muttered. “Is there any information that could help us? She’s gone; our kids are with her.”

“Yes, I have her address.”

“She’s our neighbor. We know where she lives,” he said, shaking his head.

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Upset millennial married couple | Source: Shutterstock

“No, Michael,” Darlene said. “This address is a state away.”

***

After informing the cops, Michael and Amber took their car and drove as fast as possible to the neighboring state. During the drive, they talked about what they could do once they reached the house, but Amber screamed, making Michael’s foot slam on the brakes.

“That’s her car!” she pointed in front, and Michael knew she was right. Two little heads were in the back seat, and he would recognize his kids anywhere.

Michael honked, trying to get her to stop, but Margaret realized who they were quickly and sped up, exiting the regular city streets toward a highway bridge. But she wasn’t counting on the heavy traffic.

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Portrait of handsome hopeless man | Source: Shutterstock

“We’ve got her!” Amber said, her hands holding onto the dashboard as if ready for anything. But Margaret had other ideas. She pulled over and exited her vehicle, dragging the kids along.

Michael and Amber almost flew to one side as he maneuvered the car to park right behind hers. He got out and yelled, “Margaret, stop! Give me my children!”

“They’re mine!” she yelled back and kept dragging Tom and Eliza, who had finally realized something was wrong and started fighting back.

“Be careful!” Amber said, breathless.

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A crying elderly woman | Source: Shutterstock

But on a push and pull between Margaret and the twins, the kids’ feet got caught, and they both stumbled horribly into the cold water below the bridge.

“NO!” they all bellowed.

“Call rescue! Someone, please help!” Margaret yelled, but Michael had already taken off his jacket and dove to get his children.

***

Amber and Michael watched as Margaret was handcuffed. “I’m sorry, Michael. I didn’t want this to happen. I just wanted the children to be with me,” she confessed, her lips trembling.

Still soaked and wrapped in a blanket, Michael ignored her as he focused on what the rescuers were doing to check on the kids.

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Little boys and their dad | Source: Shutterstock

“Kidnapping them wasn’t the answer,” Amber muttered.

Margaret’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry. It was a mistake. The children started crying for you and Amber in the car. They talked about how they love you, that you are their parents.”

Michael’s voice softened slightly, but the anger was still there. “That’s because we are their parents, Margaret. We are one family.”

The old woman nodded, her expression one of deep regret. “Now I understand that. Seeing how you jumped into the water for them, how much you care. Can you ever forgive me?”

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Depressed young man | Source: Shutterstock

“After all this, how can you ask that?” he questioned and turned away as the cops dragged Margaret away.

***

Once they got home, Amber and Michael hoped to forget about this issue, but the kids were full of questions.

“The neighbor said she was our grandmother,” Tom asked while Eliza nodded. “Is that true?”

“That’s true,” Michael began, “but she shouldn’t have taken you without our permission. And you should never go with other adults without checking if it’s alright with us.”

“We know now,” Eliza said. “We asked to go back, but Grandma said she was taking us somewhere fun. Can we see her again?”

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Middle-aged woman | Source: Shutterstock

“We’ll see,” Amber said, placating them but immediately finding something to shift their focus.

***

“We should drop the charges,” Amber mumbled in bed later. “She’s their grandmother.”

“She’s a criminal,” Michael said, shaking his head and closing his eyes.

“Honey,” Amber pouted, but he turned the lights off and pretended to sleep. However, the phone rang right at that second. It was Darlene, who had friends at the police department.

“Darlene, everything is okay now,” Michael began but paused.

“Margaret collapsed,” the social worker revealed. “She was taken to the hospital.”

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Medical practitioner | Source: Shutterstock

***

At the hospital, they approached the doctor to inquire about Margaret. “We were able to resuscitate her, but I’m afraid her condition is quite serious. She needs another surgery, but she may not make it.”

Michael and Amber nodded as they were led to the old woman’s room. The ambiance was tense and heavy, but Margaret broke it.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice breaking again.

“We forgive you,” Amber stated, holding Michael’s hand. He only nodded.

“Is there any way I can see the kids before I go into surgery again?” Margaret asked, looking away as if fearing the response.

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Elderly Woman in Hospital Bed | Source: Shutterstock

This time, Amber stared at her husband, who sighed. “Yes,” he said.

They brought the kids over the following day. It was truly a joy. Somehow, without ever meeting, the twins had a bond with the old woman, who had nagged at Michael and Amber since they moved into that neighborhood. However, they saw their relationship clear as day, and it was impossible to deny them their grandmother then.

Margaret was taken into surgery, and they waited for news. Fortunately, she made it through, but would require constant care and attention. She was discharged from the hospital a week later, and Michael and Amber arranged for someone to care for her daily after dropping the kidnapping charges.

Afterward, they visited her often. Michael was no longer worried and let the kids go back and forth between their houses. And Margaret was invited to spend Christmas with them.

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Family of four at the table | Source: Shutterstock

With Margaret’s quiet gratitude and Amber’s reassuring smiles, that first holiday was one of the best they’d ever had. The dinner table became a place of shared stories, laughter, and the palpable warmth of newfound unity.

“Thank you,” Margaret whispered later that night, her voice thick. “For everything.”

Michael and Amber nodded, their expressions warm. “We’re family now,” Amber said simply.

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