A mother installs a baby monitor in her son’s room to keep an eye on him after she notices him tired and restless all the time – only to discover a sudden movement there that sends shivers down her spine…
“Don’t worry, honey. Everything will be fine. Momma is here,” Alicia whispered as she cradled her son Edduin in her arms. The boy had awoken in the middle of the night and refused to stop wailing.
After a while, Alicia had to move all of her files and laptop from the couch to the front table and sit on the couch with Edduin, singing him a lullaby. That didn’t seem to work for the first 10 minutes, but it did eventually, and Alicia breathed a sigh of relief.
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She gently placed Edduin back in the crib in his room, kissed his forehead, and closed the door quietly so as not to wake him, and returned to work.
“How will I manage everything like this? I wish you were here, John! I miss you!” the woman thought as she proceeded to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee.
Almost a year ago…
When doctors told Alicia Silvers and her husband John that they wouldn’t have children, they decided to travel around the world. Shows at the Sydney Opera House, tranquil beaches in Honolulu, tables and buffets in Las Vegas, and majestic fjords in Bergen.
They were going to schedule a trip to the Bahamas when Alicia discovered that she was pregnant. She and John were overjoyed and returned to their hometown Fayetteville, North Carolina, to celebrate the moment with close friends and neighbors.
Alicia and John were both orphans, and they were raised in foster care. Alicia was a stay-at-home wife, while John worked as the managing director of a firm that made parts for household electronics.
They had all they could have wanted in a happy marriage. They had a wonderful home in a lovely area, they enjoyed each other’s company, and now they had the delight of becoming parents. But sadly, this happiness didn’t last long, as Alicia’s world came crumbling down one fateful evening.
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“Hello? Am I talking to Alicia Silvers?”
“Yes? How may I help?”
“This is Officer Duncan, ma’am. I’m sorry to inform you that your husband was killed in a terrible car accident on Farm Road Highway. We got your contact number from his phone. We’d appreciate it if you could come and confirm the body as soon as possible.”
Alicia couldn’t believe what she was hearing! That morning John had left telling her he was going out of town for a business meeting. She didn’t want him to leave and had told him she didn’t feel right about it. But he’d convinced her that she was overreacting and that everything would be fine.
Alicia was 7 months along with her pregnancy at the time. When John insisted on leaving for his meeting, she relented and kissed him goodbye. He’d promised to return soon, but when she heard the terrible news, she couldn’t bear the shock and went into labor.
Thankfully, she quickly dialed her next-door neighbor, Mrs. Hall, who rushed to her house and called 911. Alicia was immediately rushed to the hospital, where she gave birth to a baby boy. However, due to his premature birth, he was admitted to the NICU for some time.
When Alicia and the baby were discharged from the hospital, she took over John’s business and began working to support her son. Understanding the company dynamics didn’t take her long because she had an MBA. Problems arose because Edduin was very small and constantly demanded his mother’s attention.
John’s secretary, Madison, was extremely helpful to her and understood her situation, so she suggested that Alicia work from home and assisted her in setting up her workspace so that Alicia could care for her baby.
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Yes, Alicia could have hired a nanny to look after the boy, but she didn’t want to do that. She wanted to look after her baby on her own, so she started working from home. In that way, somehow, Alicia managed to look after her son and work simultaneously.
Almost a year passed like that. Little did Alicia know she’d soon have another trouble knocking at her door.
The present-day…
As Alicia made a cup of coffee and proceeded to the living room, she arranged all her files and decided to take a final look at the reports for the day. It was around 1 a.m. It took her half an hour to wrap up the work, and the woman retired on the couch due to tiredness.
Suddenly, she awoke at 8 o’clock in the morning due to Edduin’s crying sound. She jumped to her feet and dashed over to him, where she discovered him with tears streaming down his cheeks like a waterfall.
“What happened, honey? Are you hungry?” she asked as she started rocking him. This was the second time in a week that Alicia had noticed Edduin was restless and crying uncontrollably during his sleep.
She looked inside his crib to see if there was anything that was poking him, but she couldn’t find anything. Finally, she concluded that he might be fine after a while and decided to wait and see if the crying continued.
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Thankfully, Edduin’s abrupt crying stopped after a week or so, much to her relief, but he appeared to be very tired every day. He kept yawning and touching his face whenever she held him in her arms or tried to play with him, and the toys he’d previously adored seemed uninteresting to him.
Worried, she contacted a doctor about it, but even that didn’t seem really fruitful.
“I’m worried because he seems really calm most of the time, doctor, but he also looks tired in the mornings. Why is that so?” asked Alicia, worried.
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Silvers. Babies seem to have a phase,” the doctor advised her. “Perhaps Edduin is going through the same.”
“But how long will it take for him to be fine? I’m really worried about him.”
“Don’t worry much, Mrs. Silvers. There is no such time frame, but everything will be fine. It varies from one baby to another.”
Thinking it was one of those phases, Alicia hoped Edduin would be fine soon. But even after a week, there was no relief, and Edduin just looked more tired with each passing day.
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One afternoon, Alicia decided to check on him after putting him to sleep and heard a strange noise coming from his room. It seemed as if Edduin was giggling and there was someone in his room. At first, she thought it was just her suspicion because she burst open the door but didn’t find anyone inside.
Edduin was staring at her from his crib, and the room was strangely quiet. She looked in the bathroom, inside the cupboard, and under the bed, but no one was in the room.
Alicia returned to the living room, thinking it was work-related stress, but the activity continued the next day and the next. Every day, Edduin would jolt awake from his sound sleep, giggling or simply staring around the room.
Thinking something was off, Alicia installed a Wi-Fi baby monitor inside to keep a watch on Edduin and sat in the living room, watching the live feed.
She fixed her gaze on the screen, watching it intently, and everything appeared to be fine for the first few minutes. However, after about 10 minutes, she noticed a sudden movement in the room and Edduin’s lip tilting in a smile.
Fearing that someone had crept into Edduin’s room, Alicia dashed to his room and slammed the door open. Her hands trembled, and she shivered in terror as she realized her baby wasn’t alone in the room.
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However, Alicia heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that the visitor was no one but a cute little dog circling Edduin’s crib. He appeared dirty and weak, and he made a low sound that was difficult to hear.
When Alicia opened Edduin’s door, the little dog hid behind Edduin’s crib. Edduin began to giggle, and that’s when Alica understood what had happened.
It turns out that Alicia and John had a pet dog named Doblo, and they’d forgotten to close the dog door in the back of the room after he died. That room used to be Doblo’s game room, but it was converted into a nursery for Edduin after he died.
Since a lot had happened after John had left for his heavenly abode and Edduin was born, Alicia completely forgot to close the dog door. And that’s how the little dog got into the room, playing with Edduin all the time and refusing to let him sleep.
Alicia felt terrible for the poor animal after seeing it in that state and decided to adopt it. Casper, as she named him, is now Edduin’s best friend. A huge thanks to little Casper, now Edduin doesn’t cry as much, sleeps well because Alicia makes sure the two don’t spend all of their time together, and is a much happier baby.
What can we learn from this story?
- Becoming a parent is not an easy task. Alicia managing her work and looking after her baby simultaneously is an excellent example of how parents go above and beyond for their children.
- Learn to be kind to animals. Alicia adopted the dog after seeing he was in a terrible state.
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Disabled Homeless Man Gave His Wheelchair to a Poor Boy Who Couldn’t Walk – 5 Years Later, the Boy Found Him to Repay His Kindness
A homeless, disabled flutist sacrifices his only lifeline — his wheelchair — for an 8-year-old boy who can’t walk, lying to hide his pain. Five years later, the boy returns, walking tall, with a gift that will change everything.
I was playing in my usual spot in the city square when I first met the boy. My fingers moved across the flute’s holes from muscle memory while my mind wandered, as it often did during my daily performances.
An older man in a wheelchair holding a flute | Source: Midjourney
Fifteen years of homelessness teaches you to find escape where you can, and music was the one thing that distracted me from the constant thrum of pain in my lower back and hips. I shut my eyes as I let the music carry me away to a different time and place.
I used to work in a factory. It was hard work, but I loved the busyness of it, the way your body settles into a rhythm that feels like dancing.
Then the pains started. I was in my mid-40s and initially put it down to age, but when I started struggling to do my job, I knew it was time to see a doctor.
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“… chronic condition that will only worsen over time, I’m afraid,” the doctor told me. “Especially with the work you do. There’s medication you can take to manage the pain, but I’m afraid there’s no cure.”
I was stunned. I spoke to my boss the next day and begged him to move me to a different role in the factory.
“I could work in quality control or shipment checking,” I told him.
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But my boss shook his head. “I’m sorry, you’re a good worker, but the company policy says we can’t hire someone for those roles without certification. The higher-ups would never approve it.”
I hung on to my job as long as possible, but eventually, they fired me for being unfit to perform my duties. The guys in the factory knew all about my condition by then and the pain it caused me.
On my last day on the job, they gave me a gift I’ve treasured every day since then: my wheelchair.
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A child’s voice cut through my daydreaming, dragging me back to the present.
“Mama, listen! It’s so beautiful!”
I opened my eyes to see a small crowd had gathered, including a weary-looking woman holding a boy of about eight.
The boy’s eyes sparkled with wonder as he watched my fingers dance across the flute. His mother’s face was lined with exhaustion, but as she watched her son’s reaction, her expression softened.
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“Can we stay a little longer?” the boy asked, tugging at his mother’s worn jacket. “Please? I’ve never heard music like this before.”
She adjusted her grip on him, trying to hide her strain. “Just a few more minutes, Tommy. We need to get you to your appointment.”
“But Mama, look how his fingers move! It’s like magic.”
I lowered my flute and gestured to the boy. “Would you like to try playing it? I could teach you a simple tune.”
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Tommy’s face fell. “I can’t walk. It hurts too much.”
His mother’s arms tightened around him.
“We can’t afford crutches or a wheelchair,” she explained quietly. “So I carry him everywhere. The doctors say he needs physical therapy, but…” She trailed off, the weight of unspoken worries visible in her eyes.
Looking at them, I saw my own story reflected back at me. The constant pain, the struggle for dignity, the way society looks right through you when you’re disabled and poor.
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But in Tommy’s eyes, I also saw something I’d lost long ago: hope. That spark of joy when he listened to the music reminded me of why I started playing in the first place.
“How long have you been carrying him?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the answer.
“Three years now,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
I remembered my last day of work and the life-changing gift my colleagues had given me, and I knew what I had to do.
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Before I could second-guess myself, I gripped the arms of my wheelchair and pushed myself up. Pain stabbed through my spine and hips, but I forced a grin.
“Take my wheelchair,” I said. “I… I don’t really need it. It’s just an accessory. I’m not disabled. But it will help your boy, and you.”
“Oh no, we couldn’t possibly…” the mother protested, shaking her head.
She looked me in the eye and I got the feeling she suspected I was lying, so I grinned even wider and shuffled toward them, pushing my chair in front of me.
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“Please,” I insisted. “It would make me happy to know it’s being used by someone who needs it. Music isn’t the only gift we can give.”
Tommy’s eyes grew wide. “Really, Mister? You mean it?”
I nodded, unable to speak through the pain, barely able to keep my grin in place.
His mother’s eyes filled with tears as she carefully settled Tommy into the wheelchair.
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“I don’t know how to thank you. We’ve asked for help so many times, but nobody…”
“Your smile is thanks enough,” I said to Tommy, who was already experimenting with the wheels. “Both of your smiles.”
Tears filled my eyes as I watched them leave. I carefully shuffled over to a nearby bench and sat down, dropping all pretense that I wasn’t suffering from forcing my damaged body to move so much.
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That was five years ago, and time hasn’t been kind to me. The exertion of getting around on crutches has worsened my condition.
The pain is constant now, an ever-present stabbing in my back and legs that fills my awareness as I journey from the basement I live in under an abandoned house to the square.
But I keep playing. It doesn’t take my mind off the pain like it used to, but it keeps me from going mad with agony.
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I often thought about Tommy and his mother, hoping my sacrifice made a difference in their lives. Sometimes, during the quieter moments, I’d imagine Tommy rolling through a park or school hallway in my old wheelchair, his mother finally able to stand straight and proud.
Then came the day that changed everything.
I was playing an old folk tune, one my grandmother taught me, when a shadow fell across my cup.
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Looking up, I saw a well-dressed teenager standing before me holding a long package under one arm.
“Hello, sir,” he said with a familiar smile. “Do you remember me?”
I squinted up at him, and my heart skipped a beat as recognition dawned. “You?”
Tommy’s grin widened. “I wondered if you’d recognize me.”
“But how…” I gestured at his steady stance. “You’re walking!”
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“Life has a funny way of working out,” he said, sitting beside me on the bench. “A few months after you gave me your wheelchair, we learned that a distant relative had left me an inheritance. Suddenly, we could afford proper medical treatment. Turns out my condition was treatable with the right care.”
“Your mother?”
“She started her own catering business. She always loved cooking, but she never had the energy before. Now she’s making her dream come true.” Tommy looked at me then and shyly held out the package he was carrying. “This is for you, sir.”
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I unwrapped the brown paper and gasped. Inside was a sleek flute case.
“This gift is my small way of showing my gratitude for your kindness,” he said. “For stepping up to help me when no one else would.”
“I… I don’t know what to say,” I muttered. “This is too much.”
“No, it isn’t. I owe my happiness to you,” Tommy said, wrapping his arms around me in a careful hug. “The wheelchair didn’t just help me move. It gave us hope. Made us believe things could get better.”
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Tommy didn’t stay long after that. I tucked the flute case into my small backpack and carried on with my day.
That night, back in my basement room, I opened the flute case with trembling fingers. Instead of an instrument, I found neat stacks of cash. More money than I’d seen in my entire life. On top lay a handwritten note:
“PAYMENT FOR THE PAIN YOU HAVE EXPERIENCED ALL THESE YEARS BECAUSE OF YOUR KINDNESS. Thank you for showing us that miracles still happen.”
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I sat there for hours, holding the note, remembering the pain of every step I’d taken since giving away my wheelchair.
But I also remembered Tommy’s smile, his mother’s tears of gratitude, and now their transformed lives.
The money in my hands represented more than just financial freedom. It was proof that sometimes the smallest acts of kindness can create ripples we never imagined possible.
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“One act of kindness,” I whispered to myself as I watched the light dim through my basement window. “That’s all it takes to start a chain reaction.”
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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