A mysterious van showed up across the street one day and never left. I told myself it wasn’t my business to snoop. But sometimes, the things we ignore are the ones meant to find us. I just didn’t know how much that van would change everything… until I heard a baby crying inside one night.
I’m Catherine, 32, a single mom to twin 13-year-old twin daughters… and someone who clawed her way up from nothing. People see my nice house in Willow Brook now and assume I’ve always had it together. They don’t see the terrified 18-year-old girl who once had nowhere to go.
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“Mom, we need more milk,” Phoebe called from the kitchen one Tuesday evening as I kicked off my heels by the front door.
“And can Jasmine come over this weekend?” Chloe added, not looking up from her phone.
I dropped my work bag with a thud. “Hello to you too, my precious dolls who I haven’t seen all day.”
The twins exchanged that look, the one that said they were humoring me, before both mumbling their hellos.
I smiled despite my exhaustion. My girls were growing up so fast… both with their father’s golden curls and my stubbornness. I’d done everything for them, and somehow, we made it.
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“Yes to milk, maybe to Jasmine!” I said, heading to the kitchen. “Let me get dinner started first.”
That’s when I noticed it through the window—a faded red minivan parked directly across the street. It was a strange spot. Nobody ever parked there.
“Hey girls, do either of you know whose van that is?” I gestured out the window.
Phoebe shrugged. “It’s been there since morning. Thought it was Mrs. Carter’s nephew visiting.”
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I frowned but let it go. In our neighborhood, everyone generally minded their own business… a policy I’d appreciated plenty of times over the years.
“Just seemed odd,” I said, turning back to the pantry.
But over the next few weeks, the minivan became a quiet obsession. It never moved. Nobody got in or out whenever I noticed. The windows were tinted just enough that you couldn’t see inside. I even asked Mrs. Carter about her nephew.
“Don’t have one,” she replied, squinting across at the mysterious vehicle. “Thought it belonged to your friend.”
“Not mine,” I said.
Days passed and the van remained.
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Sleep had been my enemy since the girls were babies. That night, exactly four weeks after I’d first noticed the van, insomnia hit hard again.
At 2 a.m., I gave up on sleep and decided a walk might help. The neighborhood was silent as I slipped out in sweatpants and a hoodie. The spring air held a chill that made me hug myself as I walked.
Thirteen years ago, I’d walked neighborhoods like this one… nicer neighborhoods where I didn’t belong. I still remember pushing a second-hand double stroller, desperately trying to get the newborn twins to sleep while I had nowhere to go.
“You don’t know how lucky you are!” I whispered to my sleeping street.
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I was rounding the block back toward home when I passed the minivan again and stopped dead in my tracks.
A cry—unmistakably a baby’s cry—was coming from inside.
I froze, my heart suddenly hammering. The cry came again, followed by a soft shushing sound. Someone was in there.
Before I could think better of it, I approached the van and knocked gently on the window.
“Hello? Are you okay in there?”
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Silence fell instantly. Then rustling. The side door slid open just a crack, and a young woman’s face appeared. She looked pale, exhausted, and absolutely terrified.
“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t call anyone.”
Her eyes were red and puffy. In her arms was a baby girl, couldn’t have been more than six months old. The little one was letting out the faintest, broken whimper.
“I’m not calling anyone,” I said, raising my hands slightly. “My name’s Catherine. I live right there.” I pointed to my house.
She hesitated, then opened the door a bit wider. The inside of the van was neat but obviously lived-in, adorned with a makeshift bed, a small cooler, and clothes neatly folded in plastic bins.
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“I’m Albina,” she finally said. “This is Kelly.”
The baby looked up at me with huge, dark eyes that were all too familiar. I’d seen those same scared, uncertain eyes in the mirror 13 years ago.
“How long have you been living here?”
“About a month. I move around…. and try not to stay in one place too long.”
The spring breeze picked up, and she shivered. That did it for me.
“Come with me,” I said. “It’s too cold for the baby out here.”
“I can’t—”
“You can. Just for tonight. No strings, no calls to anyone. Just a warm place to sleep and maybe a decent meal.”
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Albina looked at me like I was offering her the moon. “Why would you help us?”
I thought about giving her some line about being a good neighbor, but something in her eyes demanded honesty.
“Because thirteen years ago, I was you. And someone helped me.”
***
My kitchen felt too bright after the darkness outside. Albina sat rigidly on the couch, Kelly dozing against her shoulder as I warmed up leftover chicken soup.
“She’s beautiful,” I said, nodding toward the baby.
Albina’s face softened. “She’s everything.”
“How old?”
“Seven months next week.”
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I placed a bowl of soup in front of her. She hesitated, then shifted Kelly to one arm and picked up the spoon with her free hand. She ate like someone who hadn’t had a proper meal in days.
“Where’s her dad?”
Albina’s jaw tightened. “Gone. The second I told him I was pregnant.”
I nodded. “Yeah. Mine too.”
Her eyes met mine, surprised. “You have kids?”
“Twin girls. Thirteen now.” I smiled slightly. “They’re sleeping upstairs. Phoebe and Chloe.”
“Alone? Just you?”
“Just me. Always has been.”
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Albina looked down at her soup. “I don’t know how you did it with two children.”
“Barely,” I admitted. “We were homeless for a while. Living in my car until it got repossessed. Then shelters. Crashing on acquaintances’ couches. It was… rough.”
“That’s where I’m headed,” she whispered. “I had to leave my apartment last month when I couldn’t pay the rent. Dad left me this van when he died last year. It’s all I have left.”
She gestured to a small sewing kit on the table. “I make baby clothes. Sell them at the flea market on weekends. It’s not much, but…”
“But it’s something,” I finished for her.
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“I’m scared they’ll take her,” Albina said, her voice cracking as tears welled up in her eyes. “If anyone official finds out we’re living in a van… they’ll say I can’t provide for her.”
I reached across the table on impulse and squeezed her hand. “It’s not gonna happen. Not on my watch.”
Sometime after midnight, my twins discovered our guests.
“Mom?” Phoebe stood in the kitchen doorway, looking confused. “There’s a baby in the guest room.”
Albina had finally fallen asleep, Kelly tucked beside her on the bed.
I sighed. “Come here, you two. We need to talk.”
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The girls sat across from me at the kitchen table, still half-asleep but curious.
“That’s Albina and Kelly,” I explained. “They needed a place to stay tonight.”
“Why?” Chloe asked.
I took a deep breath. “Because they’ve been living in that van across the street.”
Their eyes widened.
“Living there?” Phoebe echoed. “Like… actually living?”
“Yes. Just like we lived in our old car for a while after your dad left.”
The twins exchanged looks. We didn’t talk about those days often.
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“You never told us it was that bad,” Chloe said, her eyes downcast.
“You were babies. You don’t remember. And I’ve tried very hard to forget.”
“What happens to them now?” Phoebe interrupted.
I looked at these amazing young ladies I’d somehow raised despite everything and felt a certainty settle over me.
“Do you remember Ms. Iris?”
They both nodded. Ms. Iris was practically family and the kind older woman who’d given me my first real chance.
“She found me crying outside the diner where she worked. Two babies, no home, no hope. And you know what she did? She hired me on the spot. Let us stay in her spare room. Watched you two while I took night classes.”
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I looked toward the guest room where Albina and Kelly slept. “Someone did that for us once. Maybe it’s our turn now.”
The next morning, I called in sick for the first time in three years.
“You sure about this?” Albina asked, bouncing Kelly on her hip as I made pancakes. The twins had already left for school, surprisingly excited about our new guests.
“About pancakes? Definitely. About you staying here? Very much.”
“You don’t even know me.”
I flipped a pancake. “I know enough. I know you’re a good mom. I can see it.”
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Albina’s eyes welled with tears. “I’m trying so hard.”
“That’s all any of us can do.” I set a plate in front of her. “Now eat. Then show me these baby clothes you make.”
Her designs were beautiful and simple but unique. Delicate embroidery on onesies, handmade bonnets, tiny cardigans… all made with obvious care despite her limited resources.
“Albina, these are amazing,” I said, examining a tiny dress. “You should be selling these online, not just at flea markets.”
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She shrugged. “Online? I don’t even know where to start.”
I smiled. “Lucky for you, e-commerce marketing is literally my job.”
***
It’s been four years since that night. Four years since I heard a baby crying and found my past sitting in a minivan across the street.
Kelly often runs through my living room now, a whirlwind of curls and laughter at four years old. “Auntie Cathy! Look what I drew!”
“It’s beautiful, sweetheart,” I’d tell her, taking the colorful scribble.
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One day, Albina visited with a laptop under her arm. “Guess who just got an order from that boutique in Vancouver?”
“No way! That’s international shipping now!” I high-fived her.
“Albina’s Little Blessings” has grown from a desperate mother’s side hustle into a thriving business. Albina’s handmade children’s clothes now ship nationwide, and she has three part-time employees helping with production.
They moved into their own apartment two years ago, though Kelly still has regular sleepovers with her “aunties” Phoebe and Chloe when they’re home from school.
Sometimes I look at Albina and can hardly believe she’s the same frightened young woman I found in that van.
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“You saved us,” she told me once.
But that’s not quite right. What I did was simple: I recognized myself in her story and refused to walk away. I broke the cycle that might have trapped another young mother in the same desperation I once knew.
That minivan is long gone now. Albina sold it last year and used the money to expand her business. But sometimes when I can’t sleep, I still find myself looking out my window at that empty spot across the street… the spot where everything changed.
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Not every cry in the night needs to go unanswered. Not every struggle needs to be faced alone. Sometimes, the kindness of a stranger is all it takes to rewrite a story.
And sometimes, the people we help end up helping us heal parts of ourselves we didn’t even know were still broken.
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TERRY CREWS AND HIS STUNNING WIFE STUN FANS WITH GORGEOUS FAMILY PHOTOS
Terry Crews is a proud family man who has been married to his wife, Rebecca King-Crews, for over 30 years. They have a large family and are about to become empty nesters soon.
Recently, broadcaster Hoda Kotb shared a beautiful photo of Terry and his family on Instagram. Many of her followers commented, praising Terry and Rebecca for their lasting love and strong relationship.
In the photo shared by Hoda Kotb, Terry Crews is seen smiling happily with his wife, Rebecca King-Crews, and their kids. They are all wearing matching maroon sweaters and jeans, looking cheerful and united. After the post went live, fans flocked to the comments section to share their admiration for the family.
One user wrote, “Perfect woman and husband,” while another commented, “What a beautiful family, so blessed.” A third person gushed, “They are a very sweet couple!! He truly loves his lady and vice versa!!” Another fan praised Terry as a role model, saying, “One of the best, if not THE BEST male role models in Hollywood.”
The photo of Terry Crews and his family was shared after Terry appeared on “Today with Hoda and Jenna” on June 10, 2024. He was joined by his wife, Rebecca, and they talked about his career success and their family life.
Terry and Rebecca have been married for 35 years, since they tied the knot in July 1989. They have four daughters—Tera, Azriel, Wynfrey, and Naomi—and their youngest, Isaiah. During the interview, Terry openly spoke about Rebecca’s selflessness, revealing that she put aside her own dreams to support their family and help them pursue theirs.
Back then, Rebecca was pursuing a career in singing and acting, but she chose to pause her dreams to support Terry and their family as they got started. Now that Terry has achieved success and their children are grown and following their own paths, Rebecca has decided to pursue her own dreams again.
Rebecca got emotional as she thought about how much the kids have grown. She shared that their son is about to leave for college, calling it “the end of an era” but expressing how proud she is of all her children. “They’re all just amazing people. Beautiful people. I’m proud of that,” said Rebecca.
She explained that giving up her career began when she had her first child. She decided to focus on being a mother instead of trying to balance a career with raising her family.
Rebecca, originally from Michigan, chose to focus on her marriage with Terry and stay at home. It was only ten years ago, when their children were older, that she started to pursue her own interests again. “So, I don’t regret it,” she said, reflecting on her decision.
In a June 2015 interview, Terry talked about their early life and praised Rebecca for teaching him how to be a good father. He shared, “I spent years being the ‘Fun Dad’ to my five children, but they always seemed to respect their mother more. It turns out they needed more than just my love.”
Terry has been embracing fatherhood since he was 20. His journey began in 1989 when he married Rebecca, who already had a two-year-old daughter, Naomi. Terry and Rebecca met when he was 18, and they quickly formed a deep bond, deciding to spend their lives together.
Now, as grandparents to Naomi’s daughter, Miley Crews, Terry and Rebecca continue to support their children in whatever paths they choose. Terry believes that true success comes from family, not just career achievements.
Terry said, “The movies and all the things I’ve done? They’re not my legacy. It’s really my son, and my daughters, and my family. That’s the legacy.”
Even though Terry and Rebecca are proud to show off their family, their journey together hasn’t always been easy. They’ve faced many challenges, but they continue to support each other and remain close.
Being in show business is challenging, and people often admire celebrity couples who manage to balance their careers and marriage. Terry and Rebecca are one of those couples. Despite the difficulties and ups and downs they’ve faced, they have worked through them together, showing that their love and commitment can overcome the obstacles.
Terry and Rebecca first met in the 1980s. At that time, Rebecca had just been crowned Miss Gary Indiana and was attending Western Michigan University to pursue a career in music and theater. Terry was also at the same school, playing football.
Rebecca has shared that it wasn’t love at first sight. In an interview, she explained that they started off as
friends and almost stayed that way. She said, “He almost got stuck in the friend zone. He was a little too nice.”
Eventually, the friendship between Terry and Rebecca turned into romance, and they began dating. By 1990, they were married, and that same year, they welcomed their first child, Azriel.
Terry and Rebecca have faced many challenges throughout their marriage. They’ve dealt with career changes, watched their children grow up, lost their home, and confronted depression.
One major difficulty that nearly tore their marriage apart was Terry’s addiction to adult content. In a May 2021 interview, Terry admitted that being a celebrity made his addiction worse. Despite these struggles, they have worked hard to overcome their problems and stay together.
Terry Crews, known for his role in “Everybody Hates Chris,” described how success became a refuge where he hid his problems. He said that Hollywood’s indifference only made his addiction worse. Terry struggled with his addiction in secret for a long time, which allowed it to grow more severe.
He revealed, “It became a thing where I didn’t tell anybody. It was my secret, nobody knew, and that allowed it to grow, and it got bad. If day turns into night and you are still watching, you probably got a problem, and that was me. I didn’t tell my wife, didn’t tell my friends, nobody knew.”
Two years later, Rebecca is cancer-free and in good health. She and Terry are happier and stronger than ever. Despite all they’ve been through, Rebecca remains grateful. She has noticed a positive change in Terry, seeing him as a softer, gentler, and kinder version of himself.
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