A few days earlier…
“Mommy,” said Eve sadly. “Can you get me a doll?”
“Honey,” Pauline gently replied. “You know we’re on a tight budget this month. Mommy will buy you one next month. That’s a promise.”
“But mommy…” Eve’s voice began to crack. “My birthday is in two days. Did you forget about it?”
“Oh, no, no, sweetheart! Not at all!” Pauline said, but she had actually forgotten and felt terrible about it.
“Are you still not going to get me a doll? I don’t have any friends, mommy. Nobody wants to be friends with me because we are poor. That doll can be my best friend…”
“Oh honey,” Pauline hugged Eve. “I will get you the doll. Promise. Don’t be sad, ok?”
Pauline knew the kids at Eve’s school didn’t treat her well because she wasn’t as rich as them, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. Children can be cruel at times.
Present day…
Pauline was delighted after buying the doll. She couldn’t wait to give it to Eve and see her beautiful smile. The doll was one of those vintage kinds, holding a tiny baby in her arms.
“Oh, Eve will be so happy!” Pauline thought on her way back home.
And Eve was. The little girl’s joy knew no bounds when Pauline showed her the doll on her birthday.
Sometimes, the cause of someone’s smile is the source of another person’s grief.
“Ta-da! Mommy got the doll for Evie!” Pauline exclaimed, holding the doll in her hands. “Can mommy have a kiss for that?”
“It’s so pretty! Thank you, mommy!” Eve chirped as she kissed Pauline on the cheek.
As Pauline handed over the doll to Eve, she suddenly heard a strange crackling sound.
“What was that?” Pauline wondered.
She shook the doll, holding it close to her ears, and heard the crackling again.
“Mommy! Give it here! I wanna hold my doll! Please! Please!” Eve said, excited to play with it.
“One second, honey. I think there’s something in here…”
It was then that Pauline examined the doll and found a secret pocket sewn into the doll’s outfit. She undid the loose threads around it, and a note fell from it.
Eve quickly picked it up and said, “Mommy, it says, ‘Happy Birthday, Mommy.’ It’s not your birthday! It’s my birthday! This is so silly!”
When Pauline read the note, she noticed the message seemed like it was scribbled by a child. At that point, the thought of the woman selling the doll flashed through Pauline’s mind.
The next day, she returned to the flea market with the doll, and luckily, the woman’s stall was still there.
“Oh, I’m glad I found you here!” Pauline said. “I bought this doll yesterday, and I found a note inside…”
When the woman, Miriam, saw the note, her eyes welled up. “My daughter got this doll for me,” she said quietly. “She passed away two days before my birthday…My husband and I, oh, I’m sorry…” The woman covered her face as her tears started to flow.
“I’m really sorry for your loss,” Pauline said apologetically. “I had no idea. I know I can’t take away your pain, but if it helps, I can give you a hug.”
“Oh, thank you…” Miriam said. Pauline gave her a warm hug, after which Miriam revealed her sad story, which brought tears to Pauline’s eyes.
“My little daughter was diagnosed with cancer,” Miriam said. “We needed money for her chemotherapy. My husband and I work at a factory. We didn’t have enough money to cover her hospital bills, so we set up a stall here to sell our old furniture and things we didn’t need.”
“But we couldn’t save our daughter…She—she left us too soon. We’re selling her toys because every time I look at them, it just makes me sad.”
“One night, when I held my baby girl’s hand, she asked me to be happy. She had said, ‘Mumma, when I’m gone, please remember me with a smile.’ So I decided to sell the toys. She had bought that doll, saying it would remind me of her. I’m sorry I feel like I’m oversharing with you, but my heart feels really relieved today. Thank you for listening to me.”
As Miriam finished, she broke down into tears again. Pauline consoled her, and the two women talked about their lives for a while. Pauline told her how she’d been raising Eve by herself and invited her over to spend time with them.
“Eve will love to meet you,” she said. “And thank you so much for the doll. It made my daughter’s day. I’m sure your daughter is looking at you and smiling. Thank you again,” she added before she left.
A few days later, Miriam visited Eve and Pauline at the trailer where they lived.
“This is in appreciation of your kind heart and patience in listening to me that day. I hope this helps you and Eve,” Miriam said, handing Pauline an envelope.
When Pauline opened it, she found a couple of dollar bills inside. $3000 in total. “Oh, Miriam, we can’t take this. This is a lot. No, no, this doesn’t feel right…”
“You can take it, Pauline,” Miriam insisted. “A mother’s heart knows how much it hurts when you can’t do enough for your child. We made this by selling the toys. Please keep it. If not for my sake, please keep it for Eve’s sake.”
Pauline cried. “Oh, Miriam, thank you. This will help us a lot. Thanks.”
From then on, Miriam and Pauline became friends, and Miriam loved and spoiled Eve too much. But the best part was that Pauline and Eve’s company helped Miriam heal and move on from her loss.
What can we learn from this story?
Help someone in need, and you’ll never regret it. Pauline and Miriam helped each other in whatever way they could. That helped Miriam overcome her grief, and Pauline and Eve found someone who cherished their company.
Sometimes, the cause of someone’s smile is the source of another person’s grief. Sadly, the doll which made Eve happy on her birthday was a reminder of Miriam’s sad past.
Share this story with your friends. It might brighten their day and inspire them.
My Sister Planned a Lie Detector Contest for My Fiancé and Me at My Wedding—the Wedding Was Canceled After Taking It
I always thought my wedding day would be unforgettable for all the right reasons. Instead, it became unforgettable for a reason I could never have imagined. It all began when my sister brought a lie detector test to the wedding.
I’m Harlene, a 28-year-old teacher, and until recently, I thought I had the perfect life. My fiancé, Mark, and I had been together for five wonderful years, planning a future filled with love and laughter. That future vanished the moment my sister, Melissa, turned my wedding into a nightmare.
Let me explain.
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Mark and I met through a mutual friend five years ago, and from the moment we connected, it felt like we’d known each other forever.
He was very kind and sensitive to everyone’s feelings around him. What I loved the most about him was how he respected everyone equally and never shied away from helping others.
It didn’t take time before we became inseparable. We’d spend weekends exploring new restaurants, binge-watching sitcoms, and dreaming about the future.
“Har,” he’d say with a teasing grin, “if you weren’t such a good cook, I’d probably starve to death.”
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“Good thing I love feeding you,” I’d reply, laughing as he polished off yet another plate of lasagna.
Mark worked as a software developer, a job that sometimes kept him at his desk late into the night. I never minded, though. I understood his dedication and appreciated the effort he put into his career.
As for me, I was living my dream as a teacher. My students were my little rays of sunshine, and I loved every chaotic, beautiful moment of my job.
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When we decided to get married, we both agreed that our wedding should be a celebration of love and fun. We wanted everyone to feel as happy as we did.
“Let’s make it the kind of wedding people will talk about for years,” Mark said one evening as we brainstormed ideas.
“Definitely,” I replied. “How about games? Fun ones that get everyone involved?”
“Perfect,” he said, his eyes lighting up. “We can have trivia or charades or something. Maybe even a karaoke battle.”
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We even looped in my sister, Melissa, for some ideas. At the time, she didn’t seem particularly interested.
“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “You guys are the creative ones. Just tell me what to do, and I’ll help.”
With Melissa’s lackluster input, Mark and I continued planning the wedding of our dreams. Every detail mattered to us, from the playlist to the seating chart.
Mark was attentive to everything, from how the napkins matched the centerpieces to ensuring that the cake was perfect.
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“This is going to be the best day of our lives,” I told him as we finalized the guest list.
“It will,” he said, squeezing my hand. “I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle.”
And I believed him. I believed in us. We were the perfect team, and nothing could go wrong.
Little did I know, the wedding we so lovingly planned would turn into a moment I’d wish I could forget.
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The day of the wedding had finally arrived, and I was filled with excitement.
As I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn’t stop smiling. This was it. This was the day I’d dreamed of for so long.
When I walked into the venue, the energy was electric. Everyone seemed to be having a wonderful time, laughing, chatting, and soaking in the atmosphere we’d worked so hard to create.
Mark greeted me at the entrance with a kiss on the cheek.
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“You look stunning, Har,” he said, his voice full of admiration.
“And you look dashing yourself,” I replied with a grin, taking in his crisp suit and the way his eyes sparkled.
Everything felt magical until Melissa grabbed the microphone.
“Alright, everyone!” she called out, her voice cutting through the chatter. “I have a little surprise for the happy couple! I’ve been planning this for weeks, and I promise it’s going to be so much fun!”
I looked at her with wide eyes. I hadn’t heard anything about a surprise game.
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“Melissa, what’s this about?” I asked, walking over to her.
“You’ll see!” she said with a mischievous grin. She waved to a man in the corner, who wheeled in a small machine with wires and sensors.
“What on earth is that?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.
“It’s a lie detector!” Melissa exclaimed, beaming. “I saw this online and thought it would be a hilarious wedding game. You and Mark will answer a few fun questions while hooked up to it. Trust me, everyone’s going to love it.”
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I glanced at Mark, who gave me a skeptical look but shrugged.
“Why not?” he said. “Let’s give them a show.”
“That’s the spirit!” Melissa exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Come on, let’s get started.”
The technician hooked us up to the machine, and Melissa began with lighthearted questions.
“Mark,” she said with a smirk, “have you ever eaten the last slice of pizza and blamed it on Harlene?”
He laughed. “Yes,” he admitted, to a chorus of laughter from the guests.
A man on his big day | Source: Midjourney
Next, it was my turn.
“Harlene,” Melissa asked, “have you ever secretly binge-watched a show without Mark?”
“Guilty as charged,” I said, grinning as the detector beeped to confirm I was telling the truth.
The questions continued, each one sillier than the last. Guests took turns coming up with their own, like, “Have you ever lied about liking your partner’s cooking?” or “Did you ever have a crush on a celebrity while dating each other?”
The air was filled with laughter, and I thought this might actually be one of the most memorable moments of the day.
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Then Uncle Sam stood up. His usually jovial face was deadly serious as he walked toward the mic.
“Now it’s my turn,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “Mark, did you ever cheat on my niece?”
Wait, what? I thought. Where did that come from?
I stared at him in silence, while the murmurs filled the air.
Mark chuckled nervously, looking around at the stunned faces.
“That’s a ridiculous question, Uncle Sam. I don’t think I need to dignify it with an answer,” he said, trying to wave it off.
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But Uncle Sam wasn’t smiling.
“I think you should, Mark,” he said firmly. “If you’ve got nothing to hide, what’s the harm in answering?”
I felt my heart pounding in my chest.
“Mark,” I said, trying to diffuse the tension, “it’s just a game. Let’s not ruin the mood, okay?”
Mark turned to me, his jaw tight. “Exactly. It’s just a game, and this question is out of line.”
But the look in his eyes gave me pause. There was no humor there, no easy confidence. He looked… defensive.
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I tried to reassure myself. This was Mark, my Mark. The man I’d trusted and loved for five years. There was no way he’d cheated on me. Right?
But Uncle Sam wasn’t backing down. “Why not answer, then? If it’s absurd, prove it.”
Mark clenched his fists, his face hardening. “Because it’s insulting, that’s why. I don’t owe anyone an answer to something so ridiculous.”
I glanced around the room, noticing the growing unease among the guests. The whispers, the exchanged glances. My pulse quickened. Why was Mark reacting this way?
A woman at her wedding | Source: Midjourney
“Mark,” I said softly, reaching for his hand. “Answer it so we can move on.”
But he shook his head. “No, Harlene. I won’t dignify this with a response.”
His response told me something wasn’t right.
“Mark,” I said, my voice trembling, “if you don’t answer, I’m not sure I can go through with this wedding. I need to know there’s nothing to hide.”
He looked around and then sighed.
“Fine,” he said, glaring at Uncle Sam. “No, I have not cheated on Harlene.”
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Uncle Sam looked at the technician. “He’s lying, isn’t it?”
The technician quickly analyzed the results and nodded. “It looks like a lie.”
The gasp from the crowd was deafening.
“What?” I whispered. How is this possible?”
Uncle Sam smiled.
“Is there anyone in this room with whom you cheated?” he asked.
Mark looked like he’d been cornered. “No,” he said flatly.
“Another lie,” the technician said promptly.
I couldn’t believe it.
“Who, Mark?” I asked. “Who did you cheat on me with?”
A bride talking to the groom | Source: Midjourney
He didn’t answer.
That’s when I noticed Melissa, my sister, shifting uncomfortably. A horrible thought crept into my mind.
“Was it her?” I asked, pointing at Melissa. “Did you cheat on me with my sister?”
Mark froze. He looked at Melissa before his gaze locked with mine.
“Tell me Mark!” I insisted. “Was it her? Melissa?”
Mark looked at the ground and said what I didn’t want to hear.
“Yes,” he said.
The machine didn’t need to confirm it, but it did. Truth.
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The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by my shaky breath. My mind raced as I stared at Mark, then at Melissa, who looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor.
Before I could even form a question, Uncle Sam cleared his throat.
“I wasn’t going to say anything today,” he began, his gaze fixed on Mark. “But I saw you two together a few weeks ago. I was at the mall, grabbing lunch, when I spotted you, Mark, holding Melissa’s hand. I thought maybe I was imagining it until I saw the way you leaned into her. The way you touched her cheek.”
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He paused, shaking his head in disgust. “It wasn’t how a future brother-in-law behaves with his fiancée’s sister. I hoped I was wrong, but something told me I wasn’t. So, when Melissa showed up today acting nervous and twitchy, I decided it was time to find out the truth.”
His words were like knives, cutting through whatever illusion I’d been clinging to. I looked at Melissa, whose face was streaked with tears. “Why?” I whispered, barely able to speak. “You’re my sister. How could you?”
“Harlene, I…” she started, but her voice cracked, and she couldn’t finish.
A woman talking to her sister | Source: Midjourney
Then, I turned to Mark. “You didn’t just betray me. You betrayed everything we built together. How could you do this? Why?”
Mark looked away, unable to meet my eyes. “I made a mistake,” he muttered, as if that was supposed to erase the pain he’d caused.
My chest tightened, and my vision blurred with tears. I couldn’t forgive Mark. I knew cheating wasn’t just a mistake. It was a choice, and one I could never accept.
Without another word, I ripped off the wires from the lie detector and walked out, leaving behind the man I thought I knew, the sister I thought I could trust, and the wedding that would never be.
Some betrayals leave scars too deep to heal, and this was one I couldn’t ignore.
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