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Birth Mom Reunites with Son after 33 Years of Separation

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A decision to give a child up for adoption is never simple. Shelley Pitts understood in the end that it was best for her unborn child when she became pregnant at the age of just 14. Even so, ever since the day she gave her kid away, she had quietly observed his birthday. The two were finally reunited more than three decades later.

After 33 years, a mother and son were reunited.

Shelley Pitts became pregnant when she was 14 years old. However, because she was so young, she believed that she might be able to will the pregnancy away by just ignoring the fact that she hadn’t had a period. She reasoned, “I’m too young to have a baby…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

“I had no idea that I was pregnant. The initial symptoms, which I now recognize all too well, were totally unfamiliar to me. Although my body was changing, I tried to ignore the reality of it, she said.

“I conducted my life as if nothing had changed. During my first trimester, I participated in a trip to California with my mother, drill team practices before and after school, and softball. I assumed the changes in my life weren’t permanent. I tried to forget about getting pregnant, but I knew it would happen eventually.

After three months, she finally told Sidney, her lover. He was a great source of comfort to her; they had been together for almost two years. They discussed the gender of their unborn child as well as possible names for them. Although they were thrilled, the couple was still afraid to tell their parents.

A Black youngster is standing in a school hallway with lockers behind him.

Shelley made every effort to hide it for as long as she could. She would always try to hide her stomach with objects, such as her pom-poms at drill practice or sitting with a cushion on her lap at home. She wore baggy clothing. They let their closest friends know about it, but ultimately everyone at school had pretty well worked it out.

Once they discovered it, the teachers remained silent. Being an interracial relationship, with Shelley being white and Sidney being black, teen pregnancy was quite controversial at the time. Interracial couples weren’t always welcomed in Texas in the 1980s.

The two finally had the nerve to tell their parents. Adoption, they all decided, was the only choice. Even though they were upset and disappointed, they felt that it was the correct thing to do. They then started the adoption process after discovering an agency that would take mixed children.

Shelley was given a place to stay during her pregnancy thanks to the adoption agency they utilized. She was able to attend her doctor’s visits more easily, continue attending school full-time, and receive counseling while she was in the facility. Compared to her mother attempting to handle everything, it was lot simpler. It was a warm but nonetheless lonely experience, according to Shelley.

The thought of leaving Sidney behind was agonizing. Since I was used to seeing him almost daily, our only communication was through letters and brief phone calls. At the end of March, I was due. 4 months have passed since then. The days dragged because I was 4 hours away from home. On a few weekends, my mother came to visit, but my daily focus shifted to the mail. We read and reread letters and cards from my mother, grandma, and Sidney,” she recounted.

She learned the kid would be a male while she was residing there. This was also heartbreaking since Sidney intended to bestow his name on the unborn child. When she ultimately gave birth, an agency employee held her hand and she was essentially by herself. Although her mother was her route, she was unable to arrive in time. Sidney’s parents refused to let him go because they believed it would be better for him not to be there.

Shelley chose to see and cuddle the baby before he was taken away despite people telling her she shouldn’t. She insisted that she had to hold her kid at least once after going through the entire labor and delivery process. Shelley examined him and the characteristics that made him her or Sidney. She later handed him over to the caseworker.

An adoptive, mixed-race child in pajamas and a Santa hat

Although he was ideal, he wasn’t intended to be mine. When the nurse came to take him away from me, I prayed that he would have a better life with his adoptive parents since I had promised him that. When they kidnapped him, I didn’t cry. I can still remember feeling embarrassed, like I didn’t deserve to cry. I was abandoning my child. No one could possibly feel sorry for me, right? READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

The Search

Since that time, Shelley has quietly observed her son’s birthday each year. Sadly, Sidney passed away in 1992. Whether or not Sidney was the man she married was not explicitly stated by Shelley.

All she knew about her son was that he spent four months in foster care and went by the name Eric. Then he was adopted by a white family. The mother worked for the schools, while the father was in the military.

Shelley made the decision to create a profile on an adoption Facebook page 33 years later. After that, the website paired you with someone who meets the parameters you entered. She had no matches, which was unfortunate. When his birthday was approaching, she logged back in. She found that there was an 81% match.

She found a male match who was born on her son’s birthdate, March 29, 1988, in Dallas, Texas. Adopted at four months old; undetermined ethnicity; brown eyes and hair. She waited after sending a message to the profile. Although she hadn’t heard anything, she noticed that a house in Virginia had a listed address.

On the profile, there was a name: Daniel Smith. She made the decision to perform a Facebook name and location search. It displayed a picture of a tall, lean, black man with a fair complexion in profile. He was accompanied by three kids in the photograph. The birthday wasn’t given. She just knew it was him after looking at his images because he had his father’s lips. She then discovered a birthday greeting dated March 29th, the year before. She was certain that this had to be him.

A father of three adopted children of mixed race

“As I quickly sent him a private message, my heart was in my throat, and I started to cry joyous tears. I’m your birth mom, it said, wishing you a happy birthday. I’m at a loss for words and will just say it out loud. I hope you will reply. It was 11:23 p.m. and I couldn’t believe I really found you. I hoped for an appropriate response.

She sent a message to the person who appeared to be his girlfriend after waiting two days for a response. She replied to Shelley’s message by accepting the friend invitation and promising to inform Daniel.

“I waited, and on March 31st, at 3:10 pm, I finally heard from Daniel. ‘Hi. I’m not sure where to begin. I’d love to speak with you. My heart broke open. My son wished to speak with me!

They first scheduled a phone call, during which they ended up talking for about three hours straight. He confessed to her that he had always known he would eventually find her—he had even told his classmates about it in class.

Daniel finally drove to Texas a month later to meet Shelley and his biological sisters. There was a lot of emotion when they eventually got to meet. They exchanged long, passionate hugs.

The following six days were spent providing him with as much affection as we could. Daniel was warmly welcomed by my girls, their husbands, and their kids in every way. Daniel absorbed everything. We shared our joyous tears and talked about how much Sidney’s presence was felt at certain times.

I sent him notes from the years we were together as well as letters his father had sent to me while I was staying at the adoption agency. Before he was even born, Sidney loved me and Daniel, and I wanted him to know that. In order for him to return to Virginia with a bit of his father, I wanted to offer him that. That much was the least he deserved.

 

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Black Waitress Serves Clint Eastwood, Then He Gives Her A Note. Reading It, She Bursts Into Tears! –

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When Clint Eastwood sat in her section, she had no idea her world was about to turn upside down.

Mia adjusted her apron, glancing at the clock above the diner’s counter. It was nearing 7 p.m., the time when the dinner rush usually tapered off, leaving a slower pace to wind down her shift. For most, the little diner tucked off the highway was just a pit stop—a place to grab a meal before continuing their journey. For Mia, it was her lifeline. At 28, she balanced long hours here with raising her six-year-old son, Jordan. Each tip and every paycheck went toward keeping their modest apartment and paying for Jordan’s growing list of school supplies. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

She moved gracefully from table to table, her warm smile a shield against the exhaustion clawing at her. The regulars knew her story, or parts of it. A few would slip an extra dollar or two when they could, but Mia never asked for sympathy. She had learned early on that the world wasn’t fair, and her only choice was to keep moving forward…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

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Little Girl Was Living Alone In A House After Her Parents Died. Her New Neighbors Saw This –

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This is the story of a teenage girl who found herself alone in a rusted, weathered house after the death of her parents. But when new neighbors moved in, something extraordinary happened one night.

Lily Miller, an 18-year-old, woke up in the middle of the night. She couldn’t sleep, her mind filled with memories of her parents, who had tragically passed away in a car accident six months ago. Ever since that day, Lily had been living by herself in the house her parents built in a quiet area on the outskirts of California. Although life was tough, she was determined not to end up in an orphanage. With that resolve, she decided to look for a job…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

However, finding work proved to be more challenging than she expected. Days turned into weeks without success. Then, one morning, while walking along a sidewalk, Lily stumbled upon a wallet lying on the ground. She picked it up and noticed it contained a large sum of money. Without hesitation, she sought out the owner and returned it to him.

“Thank you so much. It’s rare to meet someone as honest as you. How can I repay your kindness?” said the man, introducing himself as Mr. Roberts.

Lily hesitated but eventually shared her story. Deeply moved, Mr. Roberts offered her a job at his restaurant. Lily accepted his offer with heartfelt gratitude. She worked hard, and it wasn’t long before Mr. Roberts grew fond of her diligence and sincerity.

Lily continued living in her parents’ house because it was close to the restaurant. One night, she noticed that the door to the house next door was open, signaling that new tenants had moved in. The following morning, before heading to work, Lily decided to visit and introduce herself.

When she arrived, the door was slightly ajar. She was about to call out when a thin, pale little girl appeared. Lily felt slightly uneasy but managed a smile.

“Hi, I’m your neighbor. I noticed your door was open, so I came by to say hello,” Lily said kindly.

A young man standing just behind the girl stepped forward and greeted her with a warm smile.

“Hi, I’m Andrew, and this is my younger sister, Emma. It’s nice to meet you,” he said. “I’ve been making some food for my mom; she’s really sick.”

Lily’s heart softened as she realized the siblings had to stay home to care for their ill mother. After chatting for a short while, Lily excused herself and headed to work.

That same day marked an important milestone for Lily—her first paycheck. At the end of her shift, Mr. Roberts handed her a brown envelope. Excited, Lily opened it but was surprised to find more money than she expected. Confused, she went to his office to thank him.

Mr. Roberts smiled kindly and said, “It’s all right, Lily. You remind me of my daughter.”

His voice was calm but heavy with emotion, and tears began to roll down his cheeks. Lily was taken aback. She didn’t understand why he was crying, so she later shared the incident with a coworker. That’s when she learned the truth.

More than 20 years ago, Mr. Roberts had a daughter named Maria. After a heated argument, she ran away with her irresponsible fiancé. Despite searching for her, Mr. Roberts never found her again. Years turned into decades, but his grief and guilt never faded.

Hearing his story filled Lily with empathy. That evening, as she walked home, her thoughts shifted to her new neighbors. She knew life wasn’t easy for them, so she stopped by a store to buy some food.

When Lily arrived at their house, Andrew and Emma were surprised and touched by her gesture. For the first time in a while, they had a nutritious meal. Later that night, Andrew opened up to Lily. He shared how he, Emma, and their mother had moved to this town, hoping for a fresh start.

“Our father squandered the family’s savings on alcohol and abandoned us,” Andrew explained. “To support us, my mom worked tirelessly until her health deteriorated. The doctors said she needs surgery, but we don’t have the money. I would get a job, but I have to take care of her and my sister every day.”

Lily felt a deep sense of pity. She realized she wasn’t the only one going through difficult times. For a moment, she was at a loss for words. Then, looking at Andrew with determination, she promised to do something to help his mother.

Andrew, unsure of what she could do, simply nodded.

The next morning, Lily went to Mr. Roberts’s office, her eyes brimming with tears. She explained her neighbor’s situation, describing the urgency of the mother’s operation, and then asked for a loan.

“I’ll pay you back little by little with my salary,” she said earnestly.

The elderly man listened quietly. After a long pause, he spoke in a calm voice.

“I’ll help this poor woman. I know what it’s like to face such struggles. Don’t worry; I’ll have my manager transfer the money directly to the hospital’s account.” READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Lily was overwhelmed with gratitude. Unable to hold back her emotions, she hugged Mr. Roberts tightly. The old man, moved by her kindness, wiped away tears as he embraced her in return.

That night, Lily couldn’t wait to share the good news with Andrew. However, when she arrived at their house, she found Andrew and Emma looking distraught.

“My mom’s really sick, and we need to take her to the clinic,” little Emma said, her voice trembling.

In that moment, Lily knelt down to Emma’s level and smiled. “It’s going to be okay,” she reassured her. “I found the money for your mom’s surgery. She’ll be fine soon.”

Emma’s eyes lit up, and the siblings hugged Lily tightly, their faces filled with relief and hope.

True to his word, Mr. Roberts transferred the money to the hospital the very next day. A few days later, the doctors performed the operation. It was a success, and their mother’s health began to improve steadily.

Feeling immense gratitude, Andrew accompanied Lily to Mr. Roberts’s office to thank him. As soon as Andrew stepped into the room, his expression changed.

“What’s wrong, young man? Is everything okay with your mother?” Mr. Roberts asked, his face showing concern.

Andrew hesitated. “I don’t know how to say this, but I think I’ve seen you somewhere before. My mom gave me a photo before her surgery. Let me go get it.”

Andrew rushed home, retrieved the photo, and brought it back to show Mr. Roberts. When the elderly man looked at the picture, his face turned pale, and he clutched his chest.

It was a photo of himself as a younger man, standing beside his wife on their wedding day—a photo that had disappeared the day his daughter left home.

Overwhelmed, Mr. Roberts turned to Andrew and asked, “What’s your mother’s name?”

“My mother’s name is Maria Smith,” Andrew replied.

Lily gasped in shock, covering her mouth as Mr. Roberts moved closer to Andrew and embraced him tightly.

As you might imagine, Andrew was confused. But after hearing the owner’s heartbreaking story, everything became clear. His mother, Maria, was the long-lost daughter Mr. Roberts had been searching for all these years.

When the truth was revealed, Mr. Roberts wasted no time visiting his daughter at the hospital. The moment he saw her, he was speechless.

“My God, sweetheart, is it really you? It’s been so long. I’ve missed you so much,” he said, tears streaming down his face as he hugged her tightly.

Maria, recognizing her father, began to cry as well. Holding his hands, she apologized, and he did the same. In that moment, they reconciled, their years of pain melting away.

Mr. Roberts realized then that hiring Lily was a blessing. After so many years, she had reunited him with his daughter and introduced him to his two grandchildren.

For Lily, her bond with Andrew grew even stronger. Over time, they continued to see each other, and a few years later, they got married—a union that brought immense joy to Mr. Roberts and Maria.

At their wedding, Mr. Roberts stood up to speak.

“Who would have thought that a chance meeting could change my life forever? I don’t believe it was a coincidence that we met; I think it was meant to be. You might think I’ve done a lot for you, Lily, but the truth is, you’ve done far more for me than you could ever imagine. Thank you, and welcome to the family. I’m so proud to call you both my family.”

And so, Lily’s life, once marked by loss and loneliness, transformed into one filled with love, family, and new beginnings.

 

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The waitress was fired for saving the old man. But his son showed up and did IT! –

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The usual bustle reigned in the cozy restaurant on the corner of a quiet street. Customers enjoyed their food, and waiters scurried between tables, serving food and drinks. Among them was a young girl named Anya, a kind-hearted and sympathetic waitress who always tried to help every visitor.

That evening, her attention was attracted by an elderly man sitting by the window. He looked tired, and at one point, his face contorted in pain. Anya noticed how he grabbed his chest and immediately left the tray with the order, rushing to him.

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The man could barely answer. His breathing became ragged, and his skin turned pale. Without wasting a second, Anya called an ambulance and tried to calm the man down, holding his hand.

But her noble deed did not go unnoticed by the restaurant administrator, Ivan. He flew up to the girl, seething with anger.

“What are you doing?!” he shouted. “You have work to do! Visitors are waiting for their orders, and you are doing nonsense! It’s not your concern!”

Anya, stunned by this reaction, tried to explain: “But he feels bad! He needs help, and this is more important…”

“Shut up!” Ivan interrupted her. “You’re fired! Pack your things and leave!”

The girl, having difficulty holding back her tears, returned to the utility room to change clothes. At this time, a man entered the restaurant, whose appearance changed the entire course of events. It was Alexey Vladimirovich, the owner of the establishment. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Seeing him, the administrator immediately rushed to him with a greeting, but Alexey’s attention was attracted by the picture: the doctors who had already arrived were helping his father—the same elderly man whom Anya was helping.

“What’s going on here?” Alexey asked sternly.

The doctors explained that if it had not been for the prompt reaction of the young waitress, the situation could have ended much worse. Alexey turned to Ivan.

“And why do I hear that you fired her because she saved my father?”

Ivan began to make excuses, but the owner was adamant. “You’re fired. Take your things and leave.

Anya,” he turned to the girl, “come back, please. And… if you don’t mind, I would like to offer you the position of administrator. A person like you deserves better.”

Anya, stunned but happy, agreed. Since that day, the restaurant has changed. With the new administrator in the person of Anya, it has become an even cozier and more sincere place where people came not only for delicious food but also for warmth and care.

 

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