Being a radio host who gives dating advice doesn’t make navigating love any easier—especially when I crashed my best friend’s first date dressed as a clown. What happened that night was unexpected, and now I’m caught in a situation I never saw coming. Sometimes, life takes you where you least expect.
Once again, I found myself in Lucy’s cozy kitchen, she animatedly talked about yet another man who had caught her attention. Lucy’s love life was always buzzing with activity, unlike mine.
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Finding a partner wasn’t easy for me—I didn’t want to date just to avoid being alone.
I believed it was better to wait than to settle, even if that meant coming home to my cat instead of a husband.
“He’s perfect!” Lucy said, pulling me out of my thoughts. “We’ve been texting nonstop. He’s so sweet. I think he might be different.”
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“So, you haven’t actually met him yet?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Not yet, but we’re meeting Friday. I’m so excited. I can feel this is going to be great!” she said.
I smirked without meaning to.
“What’s that look for?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.
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“Nothing. It’s just… you don’t even know him yet. People can seem amazing online but be completely different in real life,” I said.
“You’re so distrustful. That’s why you don’t have a man,” Lucy replied, crossing her arms.
“I don’t have a man because men are idiots,” I said with a shrug.
“Not Mike. He’s wonderful. I think he might even be the one,” she said.
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“Listen to your heart,” I replied. That was my go-to advice, though Lucy said it about every guy she met.
After that evening, I forgot about Mike and Lucy’s upcoming date—until Friday arrived, and I received a message from her.
There I was, dressed as a clown, surrounded by kids—my niece’s friends—because my brother had forgotten to hire an entertainer for her birthday party.
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The striped clown suit was too tight, and the red wig itched like crazy. I could feel sweat dripping down my back as kids tugged at my oversized shoes and poked my sides.
“Well, you can do it,” my brother had said, as if asking me to juggle balloons and make kids laugh was no big deal.
“I’m a radio host, not an entertainer!” I snapped.
“It’s basically the same thing,” he replied with a grin.
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Even though I wanted to storm out, we both knew I wouldn’t. I always stepped in for family, no matter how ridiculous the request.
As I tried to keep the kids from snatching my wig, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I quickly checked it, careful to keep my clown nose in place.
@Lucy
When will you be free???
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@Me
About half an hour
@Lucy
I need your help!!!!
@Me
What happened??
I frowned. Lucy was on her date with Mike. Had something gone wrong?
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@Lucy
I don’t know if Mike likes me! I need you to find out!
@Me
How am I supposed to do that?
@Lucy
You do this all the time on your radio show!
@Me
I’m in a clown costume!!!
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@Lucy
Pleaseeeeeee
@Me
Fine, but you owe me.
@Lucy
Thank you thank you thank you!!!!!!!
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I sighed, stuffing my phone back into my pocket. After peeling off the kids and saying goodbye, I messaged Lucy for the location and called a cab.
When I walked into the dimly lit bar, Lucy spotted me instantly and waved enthusiastically.
I hesitated, adjusting my ridiculous clown wig as a group of strangers gave me confused looks. Taking a deep breath, I made my way to their table.
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Lucy beamed as I sat down. “Mike, this is Trish, my best friend,” she said.
“Nice to meet you,” Mike said. His eyes briefly flicked to my bright red nose.
“Hi,” I replied, trying to ignore how ridiculous I looked.
Lucy launched into small talk, but the conversation quickly shifted. Mike mentioned a classic movie, and I couldn’t help but jump in.
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“You’re into old films?” I asked, intrigued.
“Big time,” Mike said, his face lighting up.
We exchanged favorite titles, diving into directors and scenes. Lucy fidgeted, looking uninterested. I tried to change topics, but Mike kept steering it back.
When Lucy excused herself, I leaned in. “So, what do you think of Lucy?” I asked.
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“Um… I mean, she’s cute,” Mike said, glancing away like he wasn’t sure how to answer.
“Nice? Lucy is more than cute. She’s amazing,” I said, my voice firm. “She’s funny, smart, and a great cook. I go to her place for dinner sometimes because I can’t stand cooking.”
“I love cooking,” Mike said, smiling a little.
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“See? You two already have something in common,” I said, trying to be encouraging. But then he looked right at me.
His eyes seemed to study mine, and for a moment, I felt something strange. It was like a spark, something unexpected. My cheeks got warm, and I quickly smiled back.
“But I don’t want to argue over who cooks dinner,” Mike said, breaking the moment. “There should only be one chef in the kitchen.”
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I laughed. “So, you’re the chef?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Always,” he said with a grin, and we both laughed.
Just then, Lucy returned to the table. “What’s so funny?” she asked, looking between us. “Were you talking about me?”
“Sort of,” I said.
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Mike’s phone buzzed, and he excused himself to take the call. The moment he left, Lucy turned to me eagerly. “So? What does he think of me?”
“He thinks you’re cute,” I said carefully. “What do you think of him?”
“I don’t know,” she said, her brow furrowing. “Watching you two, I feel like he’s more your type.”
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“Pfft. What? No. What? No,” I stammered.
“Not very convincing,” she said with a smirk.
“It doesn’t matter. He’s your date,” I said firmly. “There’s a rule—never go after your friend’s guy.”
“It’s just a first date,” Lucy said with a shrug. Then she smiled. “But I’m glad you reacted like that—I think I really like him.”
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I smiled back, but deep down, something felt off. A tiny pang of sadness hit me, and I wasn’t sure why.
We stayed a bit longer, and I tried to shift the focus so Mike and Lucy could talk.
But every time I said something to steer the conversation, Mike directed his answers back to me. It was hard not to notice, and Lucy didn’t seem thrilled.
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When we decided to leave, Lucy headed to the restroom again, leaving me alone with Mike. The night air was cool, and I shivered a little.
“So, do you work as an entertainer?” Mike asked, his tone light.
“Why do you ask?” I replied, narrowing my eyes playfully. Then I saw him glance at my outfit, and it hit me. “Oh, no! I host a radio show. Dating advice, mostly. My niece had a birthday party, and my brother forgot to hire an entertainer.” I gestured to my clown costume with a sheepish smile.
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“Well, that’s bold of you,” Mike said, grinning.
“It was fine until the kids tried to tear my costume apart. They’re little savages,” I joked.
Mike laughed. “Kids can be wild. They’ve got endless energy.”
“Yeah, but they mean well,” I said.
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He paused. “Listen, Trish…” he began, his voice softer, but before he could finish, Lucy appeared.
“Want to walk me home?” she asked him brightly. “I live close by.”
“Of course,” Mike said, stepping toward her.
He turned back to me, and we both hesitated. He went for a hug while I offered a handshake, and we ended up with an awkward high five.
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It made us laugh, but as they walked away, I felt something strange, a little twist in my chest.
The next few days passed quietly. Lucy didn’t say much about Mike, which was unusual for her.
She only mentioned that he hadn’t wanted to come up to her apartment after their date.
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She shrugged it off, but I could tell she wasn’t thrilled. I didn’t press her for details.
One morning, as I was sipping my coffee, my phone buzzed. It was a text from an unknown number.
@Unknown
Hey 🙂 It’s Mike. I know this is weird, but would you like to meet up sometime?
I stared at the screen, my stomach flipping.
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@Me
How did you get my number?
@Unknown
Secret 😉 So, what do you think?
I frowned, trying to steady my thoughts.
@Me
Sorry, I don’t go on dates with men my friends like.
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@Unknown
Lucy and I only had one date. But I haven’t felt a connection like this in years—with anyone. Not until I met you.
My chest tightened. I stared at the words longer than I should have.
@Me
Sorry, but no.
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I set my phone down. Saying no felt like the right thing, but his words lingered, leaving a knot I couldn’t untangle.
I tried to shake it off and focus on work. During my radio show, I put on my usual cheerful voice, pretending my own heart wasn’t a mess.
“Hi, this is Trish. How can I help with your love troubles?” I said, wishing someone could help with mine.
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“Hi,” a man’s voice said, calm and familiar. “I don’t date much. It’s hard for me to find a connection with someone. But recently, I went on a date with one woman. Her friend showed up in a clown costume. And, well, with the friend, I felt something I haven’t felt in years—maybe ever.”
I froze. My heart skipped a beat. It was Mike.
“But she won’t go out with me. She says it’s wrong. I don’t know what to do,” he said. “I really like her.”
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My mouth went dry. “Maybe you should listen to her and let it go,” I managed, my voice unsteady.
“She’s unforgettable. The kind of person who stays with you for a lifetime,” he said softly.
I smiled, caught off guard. “You probably just think that because she was wearing a clown costume,” I said, my tone lighter.
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“I’d remember her no matter what she wore,” he replied without hesitation. “So, will this girl go out with me?”
I hesitated, feeling torn. “I’m afraid that’s impossible,” I said quietly.
Before I could say more, my producer buzzed in. “Take the next call—it’s important,” she said.
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I switched lines. “Go out with him! You have my blessing!” Lucy yelled through the line. I blinked, stunned. “Finally, a guy you like!”
“But you like him,” I stammered, realizing we were still live.
“Not really. He likes you,” Lucy said.
“It’s not right,” I protested weakly.
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“Forget right or wrong. Listen to your heart. You always say that to others. Take your own advice for once,” Lucy urged.
“So, what do you say?” Mike’s voice came back, gentle but insistent. “Her friend gave her blessing.”
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I sighed, my walls crumbling. “Yes,” I whispered.
The sound engineer played an applause track, and I couldn’t help but laugh. My face burned as I blushed, feeling completely exposed—but strangely happy.
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I Found Abandoned Twin Girls in the Forest and Took Them Home – Next Morning, I Was Shocked by What They Did to My Daughter
The morning after I brought home two abandoned twins I’d found in the woods, I heard strange noises coming from my daughter’s room. My heart nearly stopped when I rushed in, and what I saw almost left me in tears.
I’ve always believed in showing kindness to others, even complete strangers. But after what happened with those twins, I realized sometimes the kindest acts can bring unexpected miracles into your life.
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Let me start from the beginning.
I’m a single mom to my amazing daughter Emma. Being her mom is the greatest joy of my life, and I’ve always tried to give her everything she needs. I tried even harder after her father left us five years ago.
That’s when I discovered he’d been having an affair with a woman from his office. The divorce shattered me, but I knew I had to keep it together for Emma’s sake.
Those first few months were the hardest.
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Emma was only five, too young to understand why her world had suddenly changed. Every evening, she’d stand by our living room window and wait for her father to return.
“When’s Daddy coming home?” she’d ask, her big brown eyes full of hope.
I’d gather her in my arms, trying to find the right words. “Sweetheart, sometimes grown-ups need to live in different houses.”
“But why, Mommy? Did I do something wrong?”
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“No, baby, never.” I’d hold her tighter, fighting back tears. “This has nothing to do with you. Daddy and Mommy just can’t live together anymore, but we both love you very much.”
That last part wasn’t entirely true.
Her father made it crystal clear he wanted nothing to do with us. He didn’t fight for custody or even ask for visitation rights. Sometimes I think watching him walk away from our beautiful daughter like she meant nothing was worse than the affair.
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But life has a way of forcing you to be strong. I picked up the pieces, worked extra shifts at work, and focused on giving Emma the best life I could.
We settled into a comfortable routine. Just Emma, me, and our lovable Labrador, Max.
Time flew as I watched my daughter grow from that confused five-year-old into a remarkably wise and intelligent ten-year-old. She has this way of looking at the world that sometimes takes my breath away.
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Everything was finally falling into place. We had learned to live without the presence of a man in our lives, and we didn’t need anyone else to make us feel happy.
Then came the diagnosis a year ago. Cancer.
That word fell like a bomb in the doctor’s office, and I felt my world crumbling all over again. My baby girl, who’d already been through so much, now had to fight the biggest battle of her life.
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Each chemotherapy session chipped away at her energy, her appetite, and her beautiful spirit. But somehow, she stayed stronger than me through it all.
A few months ago, after a particularly rough day at the hospital, Emma caught me crying in the hallway.
“Mom,” she said, reaching for my hand. “Everything’s going to be okay. I promise.”
I stared at her in amazement. “How did you get so brave?”
She gave me a weak smile. “I learned from you.”
Those words nearly broke me.
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I was supposed to be the strong one here. Instead, my little girl was comforting me.
Since then, I’ve done everything I can to keep her comfortable and happy, though those moments of happiness became increasingly rare as the treatments continued.
That’s where I was in life when everything changed.
It was a freezing December evening, and I was taking Max for a walk after my shift at work. The woods near my house were silent except for the crunch of snow underfoot.
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Just as I was about to turn back, Max froze, and his ears pricked. Then, out of nowhere, he darted into the bushes.
“Max! Come back!” I shouted, chasing after him. As I pushed aside the branches, my gaze landed on something that made me freeze.
Sitting on a fallen log were two little girls, huddled together, and wearing only thin sweaters and jeans despite the bitter cold.
They looked identical with wide, frightened eyes and long dark hair dusted with snowflakes.
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“Hey there,” I said cautiously, keeping my voice soft. “Are you okay? Are you lost?”
One of them shook her head.
“No, we aren’t lost,” she murmured. “We live nearby… in a shed.”
I knew the shed they were talking about. It was an abandoned, crumbling structure at the edge of the woods.
“Where are your parents?” I asked, stepping closer while trying not to frighten them.
The other girl replied, “Mama left us there… a long time ago.”
I stood there as my heart pounded against my chest. I wanted to help the little girls.
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“What are your names?” I asked gently.
“I’m Willow,” said the first twin.
“And I’m Isabelle,” added her sister, gripping Willow’s hand tighter.
“How old are you both?”
“Nine,” they answered in unison.
Max whined softly, nudging one of the girls’ hands with his nose. They smiled and patted his head.
I couldn’t leave them out here. The temperature was dropping fast, and the forecast warned of an incoming storm.
Social services wouldn’t be open until morning anyway, I thought. I think I should take them home.
“Come with me,” I said gently. “I’ll get you warm, and we’ll figure this out tomorrow.”
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They exchanged a look, having one of those silent conversations I’d heard twins sometimes share. Finally, they nodded and stood up.
Back home, I heated up some chicken noodle soup and wrapped them in warm blankets. They sat at my kitchen table, spooning the soup carefully into their mouths.
I set up the guest room with fresh sheets and extra blankets as I thought about what to do in the morning. Emma was asleep, and I decided to wait until tomorrow to explain everything to her. I didn’t know how she’d react upon seeing them.
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The twins barely spoke as I showed them to their room, but I caught them whispering to each other as I was about to leave.
“Goodnight girls,” I said and closed the door behind me.
That night, I lay awake for hours, listening to the wind howl outside. I knew I should call social services first thing in the morning, but something about these girls tugged at my heart.
Little did I know, the next day would bring a surprise that would change everything.
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The next morning, I woke up to strange noises coming from Emma’s room. I listened closely and heard soft thuds and muffled giggles.
What’s going on? I wondered. Is it… is it the twins?
Panic shot through me as I thought about what Emma must have felt upon seeing them. What if they scared her? Or worse?
I bolted down the hall and flung the door open.
“What are you doing?! Don’t touch her!” I shouted.
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The twins looked at me with eyes wide open. They were standing beside Emma’s bed, draped in makeshift costumes. They had tied my silk scarves as capes around their shoulders and one of them was holding a cardboard wand covered in aluminum foil.
But what made me stop in my tracks was Emma.
My daughter, who hadn’t smiled or laughed in months, was sitting up in bed, her eyes sparkling with delight.
“Mom, look!” Emma giggled, pointing at the twins. “They’re doing a magic show for me! Willow’s the good witch, and Isabelle’s the fairy princess!”
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I wanted to cry at that point.
You see, I’d watched cancer drain the energy from my baby girl for almost a year. The treatments had taken her strength, and she barely spoke on most days. I’d started to forget what her laugh sounded like.
“Mom, they made me a crown too!” Emma held up a paper crown decorated with crayon-drawn jewels. “They say I’m the queen of the magical forest!”
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“That’s… that’s wonderful sweetheart,” I managed to say. “I—”
“We’re sorry for entering her room without your permission,” Willow said. “We heard her coughing this morning and just wanted to check if she was okay.”
“She looked so sad,” Isabelle added softly. “Everyone needs magic when they’re sick. That’s what we used to tell each other in the shed.”
Tears filled my eyes as I watched Emma clap and laugh at their silly dance moves.
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For months, I’d tried everything to lift her spirits, but nothing had worked. I was so stunned at how these two little girls, who had so little themselves, had somehow given my daughter back her joy.
“Can they stay and finish the show, Mom?” Emma asked, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Please? They promised to teach me how to make magic too!”
I wiped my eyes and nodded, my voice cracking as I said, “Of course they can, sweetheart.”
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Over the next few days, something magical happened in our home. The twins spent every moment they could with Emma, telling her stories, playing games, and planning elaborate shows.
On Christmas Eve, they performed their grandest show yet. Emma sat propped up in her special chair, wearing a blanket like a royal robe, completely enchanted by their performance.
I watched from the doorway, and my heart was about to burst with joy.
That night, after the girls were asleep, I made a decision.
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These twins had brought light back into our darkest days. They gave Emma the simple joy of being a child again, even amid her illness.
So, I decided to let them stay. I decided to adopt them.
The process wasn’t easy, but nothing worthwhile ever is.
Today, our family of two plus a dog has grown to include two more daughters. Sometimes I think about that cold December night and marvel at how close I came to walking past that fallen log.
But Max knew. Somehow, he knew those girls belonged with us.
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