After 10 years, mother returns to the abandoned home where she had left her one-year-old kid and discovers something that makes her cry

Over ten years ago, something terrible happened in Yaroslavl, a Russian City.

One day quite some time ago, a neighbor heard that a baby was crying in a house not far away, but at the time he didn’t think about it a whole lot and went back to his daily life.

In the days that proceeded, he noticed that the baby continued to cry inconsolably, even though no one had seen any signs of life from the house, there were never lights on or any sign of activity at all.

The neighbors really started to worry and called the police to investigate.

When the police got into the house it was derelict and empty, the people who had lived there before had taken all their things, cleared the house, and disappeared.

The only thing that was left in the house was their own little baby, how awful!

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The little girl was one year old and they found her on a dirty cold floor all on her own for many days!!

The authorities investigated further and discovered that the baby was called Liza Verbitskaya, although her parents were nowhere to be seen, in fact, no one could find them or knew where they were.

Little Liza was taken to a doctor and she recovered in the hospital for a good number of days to make sure she really was nursed back to health after her ordeal.

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While she was in the hospital there was a woman called Inna Nika, she was there looking after her sick son and was there day and night.

One particular day she happened to hear a scream from the hospital room next door and had a look inside the room, out of curiosity and concern, to see what was going on. Little Liza was there in the room and Inna felt a maternal pull toward the little girl.

From that day forth, Inna visited Liza every day and came with clothes, food and toys for her.

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Inna was about to visit Liza one day, like every other day, but Liza was not there, she had gone. She found out that the little girl was thought to be strong enough to be released from care at the hospital to an orphanage.

Inna felt so empty and really yearned to be reunited with the little girl again, so much so that she made the decision to go and find her!

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When she did find her she felt that there was no doubt in her mind, she wanted to adopt the little girl. Inna began the adoption process as soon as she could and after a lot of paperwork Liza was given permission to live with Inna and her family, where she loved her like one of her own.

When Inna adopted Liza, with the paperwork and delays, she was nearly two. She was so afraid of loud noises she couldn’t chew food! She had been very traumatized…

Inna was more determined than ever to give the little girl the ware and love that she had always needed and her dark times were clearly in the past.

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Liza found it difficult to learn to walk, but as she got older Inna joined her with a dance school, she hoped that she would become more comfortable in herself and it would bring her out of her shell.

Exactly why, nobody will be 100% sure, but with all the love and the care she received from her adopted mom, it wasn’t long before Liza bloomed like another girl of her age.

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Liza was really dark skinned unlike her siblings and stuck out like a sore thumb, it really was not easy as she began to grow up. Inna always said to her daughter that she should never listen to others as they are easily driven by jealousy.

The now teenage Liza has won several beauty contests, many talents show and worked her first job as a fashion model. Such an amazing contrast to how her life started and how she has succeeded!

I WANT TO DUMP MY FIANCÉ AFTER GETTING THIS ENGAGEMENT RING.

The velvet box felt heavy in my hand, the crimson lining a stark contrast to the dull silver ring nestled within. I opened it slowly, my heart pounding with anticipation. He had been so secretive, so excited, that I’d imagined a dazzling diamond, a symbol of his love and commitment.

Instead, I stared at a simple silver band, intricately engraved with Celtic knots. It was undeniably beautiful, a piece of family history, no doubt. But where was the diamond? The sparkle? The symbol of a lifetime of promises?

“It’s… it’s beautiful,” I stammered, trying to mask the disappointment in my voice.

He beamed. “I know, right? It’s my grandmother’s ring. It has so much significance.”

He launched into a heartfelt speech about his grandmother, a woman I had never met, and the enduring legacy of this ring. He spoke of family history, of love passed down through generations. But all I could think about was the glaring absence of a diamond.

Had he even looked at it? Did he not see the way my eyes glazed over, the way my smile felt forced? Did he truly believe this heirloom, this symbol of his family’s past, could compensate for the lack of a present, tangible symbol of his love for me?

Later that evening, as I lay awake, the ring, cold and lifeless on my finger, felt like a heavy weight. I pictured the other women I knew, their hands adorned with sparkling diamonds, their faces radiant with joy. I imagined the envious glances, the whispered questions. “Where’s the diamond?” they would ask.

And then, the thought hit me: I deserved better. I deserved to feel cherished, to feel special. I deserved a ring that reflected the love he professed to have for me, a ring that made me feel like the most precious woman in the world.

A week. That’s all I would give him. One week to rectify this situation, to show me that he understood, that he valued my feelings. If he failed to do so, if he continued to dismiss my concerns, then this relationship was over.

The next morning, I woke up with a renewed sense of determination. I would not settle for less than I deserved. I would not allow him to diminish my worth.

The week that followed was a whirlwind of emotions. I tried to be understanding, to approach the subject with tact and diplomacy. I brought up the topic of engagement rings casually, mentioning articles I had read about modern trends, about the significance of diamonds in contemporary society.

He seemed oblivious. He talked about his grandmother, about family traditions, about the “sentimental value” of the ring. He even tried to convince me that diamonds were overrated, that true love was about more than material possessions.

But his words fell on deaf ears. My resolve hardened with each passing day. I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t going to compromise.

Finally, on the seventh day, I sat him down for a serious conversation. “Look,” I said, my voice firm but gentle, “I appreciate the sentimental value of the ring, truly. But I also want to feel cherished, to feel like I’m truly valued. And honestly, I don’t feel that way.”

He looked at me, his face a mixture of surprise and hurt. “I don’t understand,” he said, his voice slightly defensive. “I gave you my grandmother’s ring. What more could you want?”

“I want to feel special,” I repeated, my voice unwavering. “I want to feel like you put as much thought into choosing my ring as you did into choosing me.”

He stared at me for a long moment, then looked down at his hands. “I… I don’t know what to say,” he finally admitted, his voice subdued.

“Then let me tell you,” I said, my voice steady. “I deserve a ring that reflects the depth of your love for me. A ring that makes me feel like the most beautiful, cherished woman in the world. If you can’t give me that, then maybe we’re not meant to be.”

The silence that followed was deafening. He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of hurt and confusion. Finally, he nodded slowly. “I understand.”

And with that, the engagement was over. It wasn’t the ending I had envisioned, but it was the ending I deserved. I walked away, my head held high, knowing that I had made the right decision. I deserved to be loved, truly loved, for who I was. And I deserved a ring that reflected that love, a ring that sparkled as brightly as the future I envisioned for myself.

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