Pequeno órfão reza na igreja para que a mãe venha buscá-lo, ‘Eu te levo’, ele ouve um dia – História do dia

Um garotinho órfão chora na igreja, implorando a Deus para enviar sua mãe para levá-lo. No minuto seguinte, ele fica pálido quando uma voz responde por trás, dizendo: “Eu te levo.”

Uma série de emoções não contadas está ligada a crianças abandonadas pelos pais. Alan, de seis anos, era uma dessas crianças negligenciadas que ansiava por ver sua mãe, mas nunca teve essa chance.

Um dia, em um encontro fortuito na igreja, o mundo do pequeno Alan mudou. Ele estava chorando, implorando a Deus para enviar sua mãe até ele, dizendo a Deus o quão diferente seu mundo seria se sua mãe estivesse com ele.

Em meio aos seus altos gritos e à discussão emocionante com Deus, uma voz estranha falou por trás, oferecendo-se para levá-lo…

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“Querido Jesus, dizem que você ouve tudo. Meus guardiões no lar adotivo me disseram para bater na sua porta e pedir tudo o que eu precisava. Eu quero minha mamãe. Você pode, por favor, mandá-la para mim?”

“Alan, meu garoto! Eu vim por você. Eu vim para te levar para casa.”

Alan chorou enquanto cruzava as mãos em oração e olhava para o crucifixo. Seus olhos estavam dolorosamente vermelhos, e suas bochechas macias e rosadas estavam molhadas.

“Minha babá me disse que você atende às orações de todos. Então por que não atende às minhas?”

O vestíbulo ecoou com os altos gritos de Alan. Ele estava com o coração partido. Ele não queria voltar para o abrigo, onde as crianças frequentemente zombavam dele. Elas constantemente o provocavam dizendo que sua mãe nunca voltaria e que ele não tinha escolha a não ser esperar que alguém o adotasse.

“Ninguém estaria interessado em levar um bebê chorão como você para casa”, foram algumas das coisas mais duras que ele ouviu de outras crianças no abrigo. Alan chorou muito naquele dia, exigindo de Deus uma resposta.

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“Alan, shhh!”, interrompeu sua guardiã, Nancy. “É uma igreja. Fique quieto e não chore. As pessoas estão observando você. Por favor, acalme-se.”

Alan tentou controlar suas lágrimas. Ele continuou olhando para o crucifixo até que viu uma mulher com uma criança entrar na igreja. Ele não conseguiu mais segurar as lágrimas e começou a chorar novamente.

“Jesus, você não está me respondendo. Por favor, eu quero ficar com minha mamãe como aquela menina. Babá, por que Jesus não está respondendo? Você me disse que ele respondeu todas as nossas orações, mas por que ele não me disse nada?”

Nancy olhou para o menino e sorriu para suas perguntas inocentes.

“Eu te levo”, uma voz de mulher disse de repente atrás deles. “Meu bebê, eu vim por você. Por favor, pare de chorar.”

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Alan e Nancy ficaram assustados. Eles se viraram, e atrás deles estava a mulher com a criança que Alan tinha visto momentos antes.

“Alan, meu garoto! Eu vim por você. Eu vim para te levar para casa”, ela gritou.

“Quem é você? Como sabe o nome do garoto?” questionou Nancy, segurando Alan com força.

“Meu nome é Annette. Sou a mãe de Alan. Venho aqui todos os dias para vê-lo e garantir que ele está bem.”

“Seu filho? Você tem alguma prova?”

Annette tirou uma foto dela segurando um bebê recém-nascido nos braços. “Eu o deixei na porta do abrigo há seis anos.”

“Isso é inacreditável. Era assim que Alan parecia quando o peguei na porta pela primeira vez naquela noite chuvosa. Ouvi o choro alto de um bebê lá fora no pátio e o encontrei lá. Por que você deixou seu bebê? Como pode ser uma mãe tão sem coração?”

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Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Unsplash

Annette começou a chorar e contou a história mais triste de sua vida.

Seis anos atrás, ela tinha 16 anos e acidentalmente engravidou do filho do namorado. Depois que ela revelou isso a ele, ele a abandonou e se mudou para outro estado, bloqueando o contato dela. Os pais de Annette a aconselharam a interromper a gravidez, mas ela não conseguiu.

“Meus pais me deram apenas uma escolha — abandonar meu bebê ou esquecê-los e o legado que eu herdaria. Eu era muito ingênua e jovem para me tornar mãe, então deixei meu bebê recém-nascido no abrigo e segui em frente.”

Annette acrescentou que terminou a faculdade e se casou com outro homem. A garota que estava com ela, Amy, era sua filha desse casamento.

“Eu tentei o meu melhor, mas não consegui esquecer meu filho. Visito esta igreja frequentemente para observá-lo de longe. Mas depois de ouvi-lo chorando por sua mãe hoje, não consegui mais me segurar. Quero levá-lo para casa comigo.”

Logo, Annette começou as formalidades legais para obter a custódia de Alan de volta. Ela fez testes de DNA com ele, revelando que eles eram mãe e filho por uma compatibilidade de 99 por cento. Embora ela tenha levado Alan para casa com sucesso e restaurado o relacionamento deles, isso veio com um preço alto.

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Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Unsplash

Os pais de Annette se voltaram contra ela e a cortaram de suas vidas e de seu testamento. Pior ainda, seu marido se voltou contra ela, apesar de saber a verdade sobre seu passado obscuro.

“Eu casei com você porque você foi honesta sobre seu relacionamento fracassado com seu ex-namorado e pensou que nunca mais iria querer aquela criança. Mas agora, até seus pais a rejeitaram. Olha, eu não estou disposto a ser pai do filho de outra pessoa. Estou pronto para sustentar minha filha financeiramente, mas nosso casamento acabou”, disse seu marido Jason, imediatamente entrando com o pedido de divórcio.

Annette e Jason se divorciaram logo depois. Annette conseguiu a custódia da filha e ficou encantada em ter Alan de volta.

“Nunca mais venha até nós implorando por dinheiro” foram as últimas palavras que ela ouviu seus pais lhe dizerem, e Annette estava bem com isso. Ela sentia que sua vida estava completa, mesmo sem a aprovação de seus pais ou seu dinheiro.

Ela se mudou para o exterior com seus dois filhos maravilhosos, conseguiu um bom emprego e só pensa em viver uma vida feliz.

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Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Unsplash

O que podemos aprender com essa história?

  • Deus responde às nossas orações. Sempre que Alan ia à igreja, ele chorava e pedia a Deus para enviar sua mãe até ele. Um dia, suas orações foram respondidas quando ele ouviu uma voz se oferecendo para levá-lo, e era sua mãe.
  • Não abandone seus filhos e os puna por um erro que você cometeu. Quando Annette engravidou aos 16 anos, seus pais lhe disseram para abandonar o bebê. Ela obedeceu e seguiu em frente, sem saber como isso afetaria seu filho conforme ele crescesse.

Uma garotinha chora na igreja, pedindo a Deus para salvar a vida de sua avó doente. De repente, uma voz fala atrás dela, oferecendo ajuda. Clique aqui para ler a história completa.

Father Kicked His Daughter’s Fiancé Out of the House over Dirty Shoes, Unaware He Was a Millionaire’s Son

Steve prided himself on two things: his spotless floors and his unshakable pride. When his daughter’s fiancé showed up with muddy boots on Christmas Eve, he KICKED HIM OUT. But by morning, the man he’d thrown out DELIVERED A TWIST that left Steve cleaning up his own mess.

55-year-old Steve, a father of three, believed two things with absolute certainty: the floor must always shine like glass, and he was always right. Whether it was parking a car, peeling a potato, or raising a family, Steve had a way of asserting his dominance.

An arrogant older man | Source: Midjourney

An arrogant older man | Source: Midjourney

“I don’t ask for much!” Steve bellowed, pausing dramatically as if an audience waited for his monologue. “A clean house and a little respect. That’s it! And if anyone thinks they’re bringing dirt into MY HOUSE, they can turn right back around.”

“Steve, it’s Christmas,” Rebecca called from the kitchen, sounding equal parts annoyed and exhausted. She was elbow-deep in peeling potatoes. “Stop barking like a guard dog before Tina and her fiancé get here.”

“Rebecca, you know people judge you by your home, right?” Steve said, polishing a spot on the floor that was already gleaming. “If this fiancé of hers walks in here and sees dirt? He’s going to think we’re a bunch of low-class slobs who don’t take care of our house.”

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An annoyed older woman | Source: Midjourney

“Last year,” he added, glaring at her, “your sister waltzed in here with muddy sneakers and ruined my holiday! I won’t let that happen again.”

Rebecca sighed deeply. This was Steve — proud, stubborn, and utterly convinced that he knew best. And that night, that arrogance would meet its match.

The doorbell rang at exactly 7 p.m. Steve, suspicious as ever, reached the door first, opening it with his best intimidating glare.

A man holding a mopstick | Source: Midjourney

A man holding a mopstick | Source: Midjourney

There stood Tina, smiling nervously, and next to her — a young man Steve didn’t recognize. Tim looked perfectly respectable, clean-shaven, well-dressed… except for his boots.

MUDDY BOOTS.

Steve’s face contorted as if Tim had tracked in a bucket of manure. His eyes narrowed, zeroing in like a sniper with laser-guided precision.

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A man wearing muddy boots | Source: Midjourney

“WHY ARE YOUR BOOTS SO MUDDY? YOU’RE NOT STEPPING INSIDE MY HOUSE WITH THOSE ON!” Steve roared, his voice reaching decibel levels that could shatter crystal. “Did you moonlight as a mud wrestler before coming to MY CHRISTMAS DINNER?”

Tim blinked, clearly caught off guard. “I… was helping a friend move some landscaping equipment.”

“LANDSCAPING EQUIPMENT?” Steve bellowed, grabbing a nearby throw pillow and waving it like a surrender flag. “YOU LOOK LIKE YOU WRESTLED A MUD MONSTER AND LOST!”

“Dad!” Tina gasped, tugging on Steve’s sleeve. “Stop it! You’re making a scene!”

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A stunned young man | Source: Midjourney

“Can you leave your shoes outside?” Steve said, crossing his arms.

Tim looked down, confused. “Oh, sure… but there’s no mat or anything. Should I leave them on the porch?”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up. “No mat? What kind of man doesn’t bring shoe covers when meeting his future in-laws?”

Tim blinked. “Shoe covers? Are you serious?”

“I’ve never been more serious,” Steve snapped. “This is a respectable house. Not some barnyard.”

Tim’s jaw tightened. “I can stay at a hotel if it’s such a big deal.”

“I’m not sure my daughter needs someone who can’t even afford $30 shoes. Where’d you dig him up, Tina? Didn’t you realize we were expecting the perfect groom… AND NOT HIM?” Steve’s eyebrows shot up. “You’re certainly a mismatch for my daughter.”

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An angry man pointing a finger | Source: Midjourney

“Dad, stop it!” Tina pleaded, her face turning several shades of mortified red.

But Tim didn’t back down. He squared his shoulders, matching Steve’s energy. “And I didn’t expect to meet someone who judges people by their shoes instead of their character. You know why your daughter’s different from you? Because she’s SMART.”

Rebecca gasped. “Tim!”

Steve’s face transformed into a shade of red so intense it could have served as a backup lighthouse beacon. “That’s it! GET OUT!” he shouted, pointing at the door like a judge handing down a sentence.

Tim raised his hands. “Fine, but good luck finding anyone who’ll put up with this madness.”

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A baffled young man gaping in shock | Source: Midjourney

Tina looked ready to burst into tears. “Dad, stop it! What is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?” Steve bellowed. “What’s wrong with HIM?”

“And listen, young man! Come back when you can AFFORD something decent. And maybe learn how to use a pressure washer!” he shouted after Tim, who stormed to his car with Tina in tow.

The door slammed shut with the dramatic flair of a Shakespearean tragedy, leaving Rebecca staring at Steve in absolute, jaw-dropping horror.

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A door slammed shut | Source: Pexels

“You just KICKED OUT our daugher’s fiancé,” she gasped, her voice shaking with disbelief and anger. Steve frowned, grabbing his mop again like he’d just single-handedly saved humanity from a mud-based apocalypse.

That night, Tim and Tina sat in a cheap hotel room that screamed ‘last-minute booking.’

Tina buried her face in her hands. “I’m so sorry, Tim. My dad’s impossible. He’s like a human tornado with a mop for a weapon.”

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An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney

Tim, sitting on the edge of the bed, let out a humorless laugh that could freeze hell over. “Your dad KICKED ME OUT of your house.”

“Honestly, I don’t know what’s wrong with my dad,” Tina muttered. “It’s like he’s got pride where common sense should be.”

Tim smirked. “Pride and muddy boots, apparently.”

Tina gave a small, tired laugh before her expression grew serious. “It’s not just about the floors, though. I think it’s… everything.”

“What do you mean?” Tim asked, sitting up straighter.

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A suspicious man | Source: Midjourney

She bit her lip, hesitating before she spoke. “They’re struggling, Tim. My parents don’t talk about it, but I know. My mom works herself to the bone at that grocery store, and my dad’s cleaning jobs barely make ends meet. They’ve got so many debts piling up, I can’t even keep track anymore.”

Tim’s brow furrowed. “Wait, what? They’re in debt?”

Tina nodded. “Yeah. The house is already up for sale. If they don’t pay what they owe soon, they’ll lose it.”

Tim didn’t respond right away. Instead, a sly smile crept across his face. He grabbed his phone and started typing something.

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A man using his phone | Source: Midjourney

“What are you doing?” Tina asked warily.

“Just trust me,” Tim replied, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I’m about to show your dad what happens when you judge someone by their shoes. He told me to come back when I could ‘afford something decent.’ Well, tomorrow, he’s getting his wish.”

“What do you mean?” Tina asked, curiosity and slight terror laced in her voice.

Tim grinned. “Let’s just say the man’s about to learn a very valuable lesson in humility. And trust me, it’s going to be EPIC.”

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A man smiling | Source: Midjourney

Steve woke up Christmas morning feeling victorious, strutting around like he’d just won a war against dirt and chaos. He sauntered into the kitchen, humming to himself as Rebecca set the table.

But then, loud engines rumbled outside. Not just a rumble, but a thunderous roar that could wake the dead and make neighborhood dogs howl.

Steve frowned, grabbing his coat faster than a superhero answering an emergency call. “What in the name of clean floors is going on?”

He opened the door and FROZE — his jaw dropping so hard it might have cracked the perfectly polished floor he’d been protecting all night.

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A man gaping in shock | Source: Midjourney

A dozen black SUVs and a sleek BMW were parked in the driveway. These weren’t just vehicles; they looked like they’d rolled straight out of a Hollywood movie about corporate millionaires.

A group of men in suits stood on the lawn, looking far too official for Steve’s liking. The kind of official that screamed “we’re here to make your life interesting.”

And there, at the center of it all, stood TIM — hands in his pockets, looking as smug as a cat who’d not only got the cream but owned the entire dairy farm.

“What’s all this?” Steve barked, his voice cracking like a pubescent teenager. “Some kind of early Christmas flash mob?”

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A young man standing against the backdrop of SUVs | Source: Midjourney

Tim stepped forward, grinning with the confidence of a man who knew exactly what he was doing. “Morning, Sir. Merry Christmas!”

“You again?” Steve’s voice hit a pitch that could shatter windows. “What’s this circus? A mud-boot revenge parade?”

The man next to Tim cleared his throat — a throat-clearing that felt like the prelude to a legal earthquake. “Mr. Steve, we’re here to finalize the sale of this property. The buyer, Mr. Tim, has paid in full.”

Rebecca appeared beside Steve, her face pale enough to make a ghost look tan. “Steve,” she whispered, “what’s happening?”

Steve spluttered, pointing at Tim like he was identifying an alien invader. “YOU Bbbb-BOUGHT MY Hhhh-HOUSE?”

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An utterly stunned older man | Source: Midjourney

Tim smirked — a smirk so perfect it could launch a thousand dramatic TV series. “Sure did. You told me to come back when I could ‘afford something decent.’ Well, here I am.”

Steve’s jaw dropped. “How—why—”

“Oh, did I forget to mention?” Tim said casually, as if discussing the weather. “I’m the son of a millionaire. And your little mud boot performance? Consider it the most entertaining real estate transaction in history.”

Rebecca nearly fainted. Steve’s face turned white as snow and whiter than the most pristine section of his beloved hardwood floor.

Tim gestured toward the door with the casual elegance of a king granting a peasant permission to breathe. “Oh, and before you go inside… please take off your DIRTY shoes. You’re now in MY HOUSE!”

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A smiling man gesturing at someone | Source: Midjourney

Inside the house, Tim and Tina sat Rebecca and Steve down in the living room. The tension was so thick you could cut it with Steve’s prized floor-cleaning mop.

“You’re not being kicked out,” Tim explained, smirking like a comic book villain who’d just executed the perfect plan. “You can stay. Rent-free.”

Steve blinked, looking more stunned than a deer caught in the headlights of a monster truck. “You’re serious?”

Tim raised a finger with the dramatic flair of a game show host revealing the grand prize. “On one condition. You wear SHOE COVERS in this house.”

A man wearing blue shoe covers | Source: Midjourney

A man wearing blue shoe covers | Source: Midjourney

Rebecca burst into laughter so hard she nearly knocked over a decorative Christmas candle. “Oh, Steve, that’s perfect! Karma has entered the chat!”

Tim grinned. “And if I ever see you without them? There will be fines.”

Steve groaned, slumping in his chair like a deflated balloon. “You’re joking.”

“Nope,” Tim replied, deadpan. The kind of deadpan that could freeze lava.

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A mortified man | Source: Midjourney

One Year Later…

Every time Tim and Tina (now happily married) visited, Steve shuffled around the house in bright blue shoe covers that looked like they’d been designed by a color-blind clown. He grumbled endlessly, muttering under his breath about “young people” and “ridiculous rules.” But rules were rules.

The following Christmas, Tim handed Steve a shiny gift box that looked like it could contain either world peace or a practical joke.

“What’s this?” Steve muttered, more suspiciously than a detective interrogating a prime suspect.

“Open it, Steve.”

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A confused man holding a glittery gift box | Source: Midjourney

Nervous, Steve opened the box. Inside were fluffy house slippers so comfortable they looked like they’d been crafted by angels who specialized in foot comfort.

“Merry Christmas, Steve!” Tim said with a wink. “You’re free to walk without shoe covers.”

For the first time, Steve laughed — a laugh of pure, unadulterated surrender and unexpected friendship. “You’re a real piece of work, Tim.”

“And you’re welcome,” Tim shot back, grinning like he’d just won an Olympic gold medal in son-in-law excellence.

Rebecca clapped her hands, her eyes sparkling with joy. “I always knew Tim was a keeper! A man who can outsmart my stubborn husband AND make him laugh? That’s a miracle!”

A cheerful senior woman | Source: Midjourney

A cheerful senior woman | Source: Midjourney

Steve slipped on the slippers, shaking his head with defeat and genuine affection. “Fine. But if I see any muddy shoes on my floors…”

Everyone erupted into laughter, and for once, Steve wasn’t just part of the joke… he was leading the comedy.

And just like that, a Christmas that started with a mud-boot war ended with a family bond stronger than Steve’s floor-cleaning obsession.

A pair of cute boot trinkets on a Christmas tree | Source: Midjourney

A pair of cute boot trinkets on a Christmas tree | Source: Midjourney

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.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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