The weight of the shopping bags dug into my shoulders as I navigated the familiar curve of the driveway. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawn of what was now our house – mine and Liam’s. A thrill, still fresh despite weeks of living here, fluttered in my chest. This wasn’t just another rented apartment; this was the place where we would build our future.
Liam was away in Singapore for a conference, a necessary evil that felt like an eternity despite only being three days. I missed his easy laughter, the way his hand instinctively found mine, even the clutter of his work papers on the kitchen counter. The house felt strangely silent without him, a beautiful but empty shell.
As I rounded the last bend, my breath hitched. Plunked squarely on the doorstep, a beacon of jarring color against the muted tones of the brick, sat a suitcase. Not just any suitcase, but a behemoth of sunshine yellow, the kind you’d expect a flamboyant tourist to wheel through an airport. It looked utterly out of place, abandoned and somehow menacing.
My brow furrowed. We weren’t expecting any deliveries, and Liam certainly wouldn’t own something so…loud. As I drew closer, I noticed a piece of folded paper taped to the handle. My name, “Eleanor,” was scrawled across it in handwriting I didn’t recognize. Below it, two words that sent a shiver down my spine: “Open and run.”
My heart slammed against my ribs. My first thought, sharp and cold, was danger. Had someone followed me home? Was this some kind of twisted prank? My fingers tightened around the shopping bags, the flimsy paper handles suddenly feeling inadequate as a weapon.
My rational mind screamed for me to call the police. To back away slowly and dial emergency services. But another, more insidious voice whispered in my ear – the voice of curiosity, the one that always got me into trouble. What if it was a mistake? What if it was something…else?
Taking a shaky breath, I dropped the shopping bags with a soft thud on the porch. My gaze darted around the quiet street, searching for any sign of movement, any lurking figure. Nothing. Just the gentle rustling of leaves in the afternoon breeze.
With a hesitant step, I approached the suitcase. The yellow plastic felt strangely smooth under my trembling fingers. I peeled off the note, the hurried, uneven letters amplifying the sense of urgency and dread. “Open and run.” The words echoed in my mind, a chilling command.
My hands shook as I fumbled with the latches. They sprung open with a soft click, and the heavy lid creaked upwards. I braced myself, my eyes squeezed shut for a fleeting moment, expecting…what? A bomb? Something gruesome?
Slowly, cautiously, I opened my eyes.
The first thing I noticed was the overwhelming scent of lavender and something else…something sweet and vaguely familiar. The interior of the suitcase was lined with a soft, floral fabric. And nestled within, carefully arranged, were dozens of baby clothes.
Tiny, exquisitely crafted outfits in pastel shades – soft blue rompers, delicate pink dresses, miniature knitted sweaters. There were tiny socks, smaller than my thumb, and even a pair of impossibly small booties. My breath caught in my throat.
Beneath the clothes, I saw neatly folded receiving blankets, their edges embroidered with delicate flowers. A small, plush teddy bear with one button eye missing lay nestled amongst them. And then, my gaze fell upon a small, sealed envelope tucked into a side pocket.
My hands trembled as I picked it up. My name was written on it again, this time in a neat, familiar script. Liam’s script.
Tearing it open, I unfolded the single sheet of paper. The words swam before my eyes as tears welled up.
My Dearest Eleanor,
If you’re reading this, you’ve found the big yellow surprise. I know the note might have scared you – it was a silly inside joke with my sister, who helped me with this. Please forgive the dramatic delivery!
I couldn’t wait until I got back to tell you. Eleanor, my love, we’re going to be parents.
These are just a few of the things I’ve been picking up, imagining our little one wrapped in them. I know it’s early, and there’s so much to figure out, but seeing them, holding them, made it all so real. I wanted you to have this little glimpse of our future while I’m away.
The lavender scent is from the little sachets my mum used to put in our baby clothes. I thought it would be a comforting touch.
I love you more than words can say, my Eleanor. I can’t wait to come home and celebrate this incredible news with you.
All my love,
Liam.
The letter fluttered from my numb fingers and landed softly on the pile of baby clothes. The world seemed to tilt, the late afternoon sun suddenly blindingly bright. My knees felt weak, and I sank onto the porch steps, the rough brick cool against my skin.
A wave of emotions washed over me – disbelief, shock, and then, an overwhelming surge of joy that brought tears streaming down my face. A baby. Our baby.
The bizarre yellow suitcase, the cryptic note – it all suddenly made a strange, heart-stopping kind of sense. Liam, in his excitement and perhaps a touch of his sister’s theatrical flair, had orchestrated this unexpected announcement.
The initial fear evaporated, replaced by a warmth that spread through me, chasing away the chill of the empty house. I reached into the suitcase, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric of a tiny blue onesie. A sob escaped my lips, a mixture of relief and pure, unadulterated happiness.
I picked up the little teddy bear, its missing button eye somehow endearing. Our baby. The thought echoed in my mind, a precious, unbelievable reality.
The silence of the house no longer felt empty. It felt full of possibility, of a future I hadn’t even dared to fully imagine until now. A future with Liam, and with the tiny life that was growing inside me.
I clutched the teddy bear to my chest, a silly grin spreading across my face. “Open and run,” the note had said. And in a way, it was right. I had opened the suitcase, and now, I wanted to run – straight into Liam’s arms, to share this incredible secret, to begin this new, extraordinary chapter of our lives. The big yellow suitcase, once a source of fear, now felt like a treasure chest, holding the most precious gift of all.
Old Lonely Lady Receives Deliveries from Unknown Person Every Day, the Last Was a New Home – Story of the Day
A poor old lonely woman named Emma started receiving deliveries every day from an unknown source. She and her late husband never had children together, so she could not tell where these deliveries came from.
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When Emma Richards’ husband died seven years ago, she was devastated. She now had to live out the rest of her life alone, taking care of herself as she had no one else to do it for her.
She and her husband John didn’t have any children that could look after her. Every time Emma was asked why, she always just shrugged and avoided answering.
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One day, while Emma was sitting in her bedroom watching TV, somebody rang the doorbell. She wasn’t expecting any visitors, so she decided to go check who it was.
As she opened the front door, a delivery man in his 40s stood there with several boxes. He was wearing a mask, so she could not see his face clearly.
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“Hello. I am not expecting a package from anybody. May I know who this is from?” Emma asked him.
“I’m sorry ma’am, but these packages were sent anonymously. Rest assured, our security checked them and they are absolutely safe. These are for you,” he said, placing the boxes on Emma’s table by the door.
“That’s strange… thank you, sweet boy,” Emma replied before shutting the door.
When the delivery man left, Emma opened the boxes quickly as she was curious about what was inside. In the first box, there were small household appliances like a new oven toaster, sandwich press, and coffee maker.
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“Who would give me all of these?” she said to herself. She proceeded to open the second box, and there were beautiful clothes inside, as well as groceries.
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Every day, Emma started to receive more packages. It’d always be the same delivery man handing them over, so she decided to get to know him.
“What is your name, sweet boy?” she asked.
“My name is Ted Harrison,” the delivery man smiled. “Mrs. Richards, the sender requested for us to give you this. I’ll wait until you finish answering it,” he added, handing her an envelope.
Curious, Emma opened it and read it quickly. It said: Mrs. Richards, please let me know what you need for yourself, and I will grant them.
“Oh, I am dying to know who has been giving me all of these! Now that person even wants me to make requests!” she exclaimed.
“I’m sure the sender loves you very dearly, even though you don’t know who it is,” the delivery man smiled.
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Emma obliged and wrote what she needed. She didn’t want the person to spend a lot for her, so she only wrote down necessities.
Since that short and sweet encounter, Emma began to prepare quick snacks for Ted the delivery man. For an entire month, he went to her house, handing her parcels that had clothes, food, books, and other novelty items.
At one point, Emma started to get used to Ted’s company. He would spend time with her by eating snacks together and volunteering to do some housework that she couldn’t do herself.
However, one day, Ted didn’t come. Suddenly concerned, Emma decided to head over to the local post office to find him.
“Hello, can you please page Ted Harrison? I just have some donuts I wanted to give him,” she asked the young woman at the reception table. The young woman looked confused.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. There’s nobody named Ted Harrison who works here,” she replied.
“Oh… but he has been delivering my packages every day. That’s strange,” Emma said, suddenly disappointed. She did not know where to find Ted, and it upset her.
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She walked back home with so many thoughts suddenly going through her head. Who could this kind Samaritan be? Did I go to the wrong post office? Was Ted just pretending to be a delivery man?
As she got to her front porch, she was surprised to see a tiny box in front of the door. There, she saw a key and a note that read:
I learned the truth just a month ago when I decided to hire a private investigator to find out where I came from. I know you blame yourself and regret what you did. However, I want you to know that I don’t blame you and that I know you only had my best interest at heart.
You and your husband could not feed me, so you gave me up for adoption. I ended up in a wealthy family that treated me like their own, but something always felt lacking. I realized that was you, mom.
You’re lacking in my life, and I would love to spend more time with you. If you’d be willing, I recently bought a new house. I had a key duplicated for you in case you wanted to move in with me. Please, allow me to take care of you. With love, your delivery man, Ted.
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Emma was shaking by the time she finished reading the message. She had always longed to see her son before she died, and she couldn’t believe that it was him who found her. And that son turned out to be Ted! She couldn’t help but cry, all the guilt from her past catching up with her once again.
It was true what Ted found out about their past. Emma and John were on the verge of bankruptcy when they found out she was pregnant. They knew they wouldn’t be able to raise Ted in a good environment, so they put him up for adoption.
They left their son at an orphanage when he was only months old. With his belongings, Emma left a letter that explained why they could not raise him. The letter was anonymous, but after convincing the orphanage directors to disclose the contents of his adoption papers, Ted found Emma’s name.
Emma wanted to see Ted immediately. She prepared to leave her house to meet him, but someone knocked on the door. When she opened it, she saw Ted.
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“Hi, mom,” Ted said softly.
Emma started to cry. “I can’t believe it. My son,” she started sobbing. She pulled him in for a hug and refused to let go. “I am so sorry, sweetheart. I truly am. I wish you can forgive me,” Emma continued to cry.
“You don’t need to apologize, mom. I’m here because I want to spend more time with you. It’s not too late to start over. We can still be a family,” Ted said before breaking their long hug.
That night, Ted and Emma spent time together by packing her belongings in boxes. A truck was waiting outside, where they loaded her things so they could transfer them to Ted’s house.
There, Emma was surprised to see Ted’s wife and children. They were just as excited as Ted to welcome her into their home, and since then, Emma never had to be alone again.
What can we learn from this story?
- The past doesn’t have to define the future. Emma thought she’d never get to spend time with her son ever again until her son decided to search for the truths of his life that led him to find his biological mom. They ended up moving in together and starting anew.
- Forgiveness can be a beautiful thing. Instead of holding a grudge against his biological parents, Ted chose to forgive them. He even decided to introduce himself to his mom so as to build a relationship with her.
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