Mom Sets Up Baby Monitor in Son’s Room and Is Alarmed by Movement She Spots

“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.

“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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Homeless Man Asked Me to Buy Him Coffee on His Birthday — Hours Later, He Sat Next to Me in First Class

Jimmy was stunned when the homeless man he’d bought coffee for earlier boarded the plane and sat beside him in first class. Who was he and why was he asking for money in the first place?

I’d never thought much about destiny until I met Kathy.

Three months ago, she walked into my life, and within weeks, she became my world. People called me crazy for proposing after just a month, but I couldn’t ignore the way everything fell into place with her.

A woman sitting in her living room | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting in her living room | Source: Midjourney

We shared the same outlook on life, the same love for skiing, and even a mutual obsession with science fiction novels. It felt like the universe was nudging me, whispering, she’s the one.

Now, here I was, flying out to meet her parents for the first time.

Kathy warned me about her dad, David. She called him a stern man who didn’t give his approval easily. But she also insisted he had a good heart and loved her more than anything.

A woman sitting with her phone in her hand | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting with her phone in her hand | Source: Midjourney

To be honest, I was scared. I knew I just had one shot to prove I was worthy of his daughter, and I didn’t want to mess it up.

I’d arrived at the airport too early, nerves pushing me to leave home long before I needed to. To kill time, I ducked into a cozy little coffee shop across the street.

The hum of conversations and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee were a welcome distraction from the thoughts swirling in my head.

That’s when I noticed him.

A man sitting in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

The man shuffled in, wearing tattered clothes. His face had wrinkles that showed he had worked hard all his life. His shoulders were slightly hunched, and his eyes, though tired, darted around the room like he was searching for something.

I watched as he approached a few tables, speaking softly to the people seated there.

People in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

People in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

Most people shook their heads, avoided eye contact, or offered an awkward apology. Then, he stopped in front of my table.

“Excuse me,” he said politely. “Could you spare some change? Just enough for a coffee.”

I hesitated. My first instinct was to decline. Not because I didn’t care, but because I wasn’t sure how much to trust him. You know, some people are genuine while others are just looking for handouts.

But something about him felt different. He wasn’t pushy, and he looked embarrassed to be asking.

A close-up shot of an older man | Source: Midjourney

A close-up shot of an older man | Source: Midjourney

“What kind of coffee do you want?” I asked.

“Jamaican Blue Mountain,” he said, almost sheepishly. “I’ve heard it’s really good.”

I almost laughed. It was the priciest option on the menu. For a moment, I thought he might be joking. But the way he looked at me made me stop.

“Why that one?” I asked.

“It’s my birthday,” he smiled. “Always wanted to try it. Figured… why not today?”

A part of me wanted to roll my eyes.

Sure, it’s your birthday, I thought.

But another part of me decided to believe him.

A man lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney

A man lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney

“Alright,” I said, standing up. “Let’s get you that coffee.”

His face lit up with a genuine smile. “Thank you,” he said.

I didn’t just buy him the coffee, though. I added a slice of cake to the order because, honestly, what’s a birthday without cake? When I handed him the tray, I gestured to the empty chair at my table.

“Sit,” I said. “Tell me your story.”

For a second, he hesitated, like he wasn’t sure if I meant it.

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A coffee mug on a table | Source: Pexels

But then he sat down, cradling the coffee cup like it was something sacred. And he started to talk.

His name was David, and he’d lost everything years ago, including his family, his job, and even his home. Betrayal and bad luck had played their parts, but he didn’t make excuses.

He spoke plainly, with a kind of raw honesty that made it impossible not to listen.

As I sat there, I realized this wasn’t just a man looking for a handout. This was someone who’d been broken by life but hadn’t given up.

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A close-up shot of an older man’s eye | Source: Pexels

By the time he finished his story, I felt a lump in my throat I couldn’t quite swallow. I slipped him $100 before leaving, but he tried to refuse it.

“Consider this a gift from my side, man,” I told him. “And happy birthday!”

I walked out of that café thinking I’d done a small, good thing for a stranger. I’d never imagined I’d see him again. Or that he’d turn my entire world upside down just a few hours later.

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A man looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

The airport was buzzing with its usual chaos as I sat in the first-class waiting area, sipping another cup of coffee.

My nerves about meeting Kathy’s parents had calmed somewhat, but the thought of her father loomed large in my mind. What if he didn’t like me? What if he thought I wasn’t good enough for her?

I picked up my phone to text Kathy, who had already reached her parents’ place.

I’m super nervous, I wrote. How’s it going there?

Everything’s great, she texted back. I’m sure Dad’s going to love you.

When the boarding call came, I joined the line and found my seat near the window.

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The view from an airplane’s window | Source: Pexels

First class felt like a luxury I didn’t deserve, but Kathy insisted I spoil myself for once. As I buckled in and glanced around, I couldn’t help but think about the man from the café. His story had stuck with me.

I hoped the $100 I’d given him would make his birthday a little brighter.

Just as I was settling in, a figure stepped into the aisle. My heart nearly stopped as I looked at his face.

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A man sitting in an airplane | Source: Midjourney

It was him. The same man from the café.

But he wasn’t wearing the tattered clothes from earlier.

No, this man was in a sharp, tailored suit, his hair neatly combed, and a gleaming watch on his wrist.

He caught my eye and smirked.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked casually, sliding into the seat next to me.

I stared, my brain refusing to process the scene in front of me. “What… what’s going on here?”

He leaned back, a sly grin on his face. “Let’s call it… a test.”

An older man in an airplane | Source: Midjourney

An older man in an airplane | Source: Midjourney

“A test?” I repeated. “What are you talking about?”

The man chuckled softly as he pulled out a sleek notebook from his bag.

“Let me introduce myself properly. I’m David.” He paused, watching my reaction. “Kathy’s father.”

“Wait… you’re her dad?” I blurted out. “The one I’m flying out to meet?”

“The very same,” he said, still grinning. “You see, I’ve always believed in a hands-on approach. I wanted to see who my daughter’s fiancé really is outside the polished dinner introductions and carefully rehearsed answers.”

A close-up shot of an older man's face | Source: Midjourney

A close-up shot of an older man’s face | Source: Midjourney

I couldn’t believe it. Why didn’t Kathy tell me about this? Was she a part of this plan?

“So, this was all an act?” I asked.

“A necessary one,” he replied calmly. “It’s easy to show kindness when everyone’s watching. But I wanted to know how you’d treat a stranger, especially one who seemed to have nothing to offer you. Turns out, you passed the first part.”

“The first part?” I echoed. “How many parts are there?”

He opened the notebook and handed me a pen. “Just one more. Write a letter to Kathy.”

“A letter?”

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A young man looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

“Yes,” he said, leaning back in his seat. “Tell her why you love her, why you want to marry her, and how you’ll take care of her. Don’t overthink it. Be honest.”

I stared at the blank page as beads of sweat formed on my temples. This wasn’t what I’d signed up for. But as much as I wanted to protest, I knew I couldn’t.

So, I started writing.

At first, the words came slowly, stumbling over thoughts and emotions. But soon, the pen seemed to move on its own.

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A man writing a letter | Source: Pexels

I wrote about how Kathy made me feel complete, how her laughter could brighten my darkest days, and how I wanted to build a life with her filled with trust and joy.

By the time I finished, my hand ached, but my heart felt lighter.

However, I still wasn’t sure if I’d pass the test. What if this was a trick question? What if David’s test wasn’t as simple as it looked?

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A close-up shot of a man sitting near in the window seat | Source: Midjourney

After I handed him the notebook, he looked at it for a moment. Then, he looked up with a smile.

“You passed,” he said. “Welcome to the family.”

I felt so relieved after hearing those words.

This man, who had just tested me in the most unexpected way, extended his hand. I shook it firmly, knowing I had crossed the final hurdle.

“Now, let’s see how well you do at home,” he said.

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An older man in a black suit | Source: Midjourney

When we finally landed and deboarded, I was both physically and mentally exhausted. As we walked through the terminal, I tried to steady my breathing, hoping I’d done enough to impress him, but my nerves were still fraying at the edges.

The drive to Kathy’s parents’ house was quiet. She and her mother were waiting for us there.

Meanwhile, my mind was racing with thoughts of what the evening would bring. I wasn’t just meeting her parents anymore. I had passed the “test.” But what did that even mean? Would David’s approval be enough? What would happen at their home?

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Cars on a road | Source: Pexels

When we arrived, Kathy’s mother, Susan, greeted us warmly. Kathy’s brothers and sister were there too.

David, however, kept his usual serious demeanor, eyeing me across the table. I couldn’t tell if he was still evaluating me or simply reserving judgment.

Dinner was an uncomfortable affair, with everyone making polite conversation while David sat back, watching everything closely.

Every time I spoke, he would nod or grunt, never offering much in return. Kathy’s siblings were easygoing, but David’s silence was almost deafening.

I couldn’t help but wonder, Did I really pass?

A man sitting for dinner in his house | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting for dinner in his house | Source: Midjourney

As the meal drew to a close, David set down his wine glass and cleared his throat.

“You’ve done well, Jimmy,” he said. “You’ve shown me who you really are. And that means something.”

Kathy squeezed my hand under the table.

“I’ve always known you were the right one for me,” she whispered.

“I’ve seen enough to know he’ll take care of you,” he said while smiling at his daughter. “You’ve got my blessing.”

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A man smiling at his daughter | Source: Midjourney

I was super happy at that point, but there was something unspoken in the way David looked at me.

After dinner, as Kathy and I helped her parents clean up, I thought everything had fallen into place.

That’s when I stumbled upon a folded piece of paper on the counter.

As I unfolded it, I realized it was a receipt for a cup of coffee from the café I had visited earlier that morning. The one where I met David.

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A young man looking at a receipt | Source: Midjourney

The receipt wasn’t for the coffee I bought for David, though. There was an additional charge at the bottom.

“Extra donation — $100.”

I picked it up and turned to Kathy.

“What’s this?” I asked her.

“Oh, that’s my dad’s way of tying up loose ends.”

I frowned, confused. “Loose ends?”

She leaned against the counter, her eyes twinkling. “You gave him $100 at the café, remember? He didn’t keep it. He handed it to the café staff and told them to count it as an extra donation after you left.”

“And… how do you know that? Did you know about his plan all along? Were you a part of it?”

A man talking to his fiancée | Source: Midjourney

A man talking to his fiancée | Source: Midjourney

She gave me a sly smile.

“Well, I was,” she said. “You didn’t think it was just about the coffee, did you? And how do you think Dad knew about your flight? Of course, it was me, Jimmy.”

At that point, I realized I wasn’t marrying into a regular family. These people were very special, and they wanted me to realize the importance of generosity. And what it meant to be a part of this family

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