Lonely Mom Checks on Her Baby in the Morning — and Is Stunned to Find His Diaper Already Changed

A girl at the age of seventeen finds out that she is pregnant. As a result of her very devout adoptive parents’ decision to kick her out of the house, she is currently without a place to go until assistance arrives from the most unexpected of sources.

“Get out of here!”

With the force of a whip, the words sliced through the air.

This caused Sophie to lurch backward, her hands covering her face, which was covered in tears.

“You vile and abominable sinner!” Lorna, her adoptive mother, screamed out, her voice shaking with what could be described as both rage and righteousness. “I will not allow you to be in this house with your brothers and sisters who are completely innocent!”

In an effort to elicit some measure of compassion from her adoptive father, Sophie directed her attention on him. Without making a sound, her eyes begged, “Please, assist me.” Do not permit her to act in this manner.

Nevertheless, Harold was unable to meet her eyes. With a look of defeat on his face, his shoulders stooped, and his eyes darted toward the ground. Over the course of all the years that Sophie had lived there, he had never gone against Lorna, and he had no intention of beginning that practice now.

The hand of Lorna grabbed Sophie’s arm and pushed her in the direction of the entrance. The sins of the fathers! she spewed out in a snarl. “I should have known that you would turn out to be a loose woman—just like your mother,” the speaker confessed.

It was as if the words were knives, with each one slashing more deeply than the one before it.

As soon as Sophie had reached the point where she was standing on the curb, the front door banged against her back. During that time, she sat there, shaking, and tears were falling freely down her cheeks. In a single, heartbreaking instant, the house that she had known her entire life, the only home that she had ever had, was taken away from her.

Harold appeared from the shadows a few minutes later. What he was holding was a tattered backpack that had obviously been stuffed in a hurry.

With a tone that was almost remorseful, he mumbled, “Your sister packed a few things for you,” and his voice was soft. In order to get a small roll of banknotes, he reached inside his pocket and pulled it out. Moreover, this is the only thing I was able to accomplish without Lorna noticing. Sophie, I am truly sorry. However, you are familiar with your mother…

No, she is not my mother! Sophie regained her composure and stood up abruptly. Moreover, you are not my father! You assured me that you would love me no matter what would happen; that is what true parents do.

He became red in the face. He was only able to glance at her for a split second before turning around and walking back toward the house without uttering a single word.

Sophie’s pulse was hammering as she clung to the rucksack and held it to her chest.

When she was a little child, she was adopted by the Jordans and brought into their house, where she was reared with four other children. She had been under the impression that they were decent people for many years; they were rigorous, but they were good. Their strictness, on the other hand, went well beyond what is considered normal. Because they were religious extremists, they prohibited the celebration of birthdays and Christmas, arguing that such activities were considered to be wicked.

Her daily routine consisted of going to school throughout the week and going to church on Sundays. There are no social activities, no movies, no lipstick, and no parties. When Sophie was a teenager, her inherent curiosity had developed into a rebellious attitude. She yearned to go to the movies with her friends, wear nice gowns, and hold hands with a boy so that she might experience the same things that her peers did.

This yearning caused her to act in a risky manner. It turned out that the first boy who paid her genuine attention was the worst possible choice; he was a troublemaker who had a poor reputation among the community. Within a few short months, Sophie was confronted with the news that she had a positive pregnancy test.

And it was all that Lorna required to push her out of the house.

While she was seated by herself, she attempted to stifle her anxiety. A few shirts, a toothbrush, and a pair of jeans were among the items that she discovered when she opened her backpack. It was Harold who had given her the bills, and she took them out and counted them.

The amount of fifty-six dollars and a few cents.

There was not even enough money for a night’s stay in a low-cost motel.

While giving herself a hug, Sophie mumbled in a sour tone, “There are no miracles now.” There is no guardian angel to make sure you are safe.

This idea caused me pain. Sophie’s secret belief that someone was looking out for her had been with her for as long as she could remember when she was a child. On the occasion of her birthday, she would get a modest present at school, which would be delivered in a covert manner and concealed within her locker. When her family refused to celebrate Christmas, she would discover candy canes tied with ribbon hanging from the tree outside her window, or a stocking that was magically filled with food. Both of these finds occurred during the holiday season.

This so-called “guardian angel” had never been seen by her, but the kindness that she had received was genuine. Now, when she required them the most, there was nothing available to her.

She was clinging to her backpack like it was a lifeline as she made her way into the park just as the sun was beginning to set around her. The rumbling in her stomach caused her to take a seat on a bench.

A voice that was friendly shouted out, “Hey there, girl.” “How could something be so terrible that you are sitting here looking as if the world has come to an end to you? “Perhaps Mama Rosa will be able to assist you.”

When Sophie looked up, she saw a tall woman wearing a floral apron and holding a bundle of roses in one hand and pruning shears in the other. A soft but inquisitive smile greeted her as she wore her brown hair pulled back.

Sophie managed to mutter, “I’m… okay.”

“No, honey, you’re not,” Rosa retorted sternly as she sat down next to her. “But you are free to tell me. I’m not around to pass judgment.”

Some aspect of her tone, which was calm and compassionate, caused Sophie’s defenses to fall. She divulged all of the information to Rosa, including the bout, the pregnancy, and the fact that she had nowhere to go and no money to survive.

Rosa gave a thoughtful nod after Sophie had finished her sentence. Without hesitating, she declared, “I will provide you with employment.” “In addition, I have a very modest apartment for you to stay. On the other hand, you will be responsible for the care of your child on your own.

She blinked her eyes. It’s a job? Absolutely?

Rosa wore a grin. Not at all. My flower booth is located at this end of the park; but, I have been wishing to open another one close to the commercial center for quite some time. In this lesson, I will teach you how to sell and how to make arrangements. You won’t have any problems.”

The eyes of Sophie were filled with tears, but this time they were tinged with a sense of relief. The words “I love flowers” were hushed by her.

While standing up, Rosa replied, “Then come on.” Let me take you on a tour of the apartment.

It had a clean bed, a little kitchen, and a window that looked out onto the city lights. Although it was limited in size, it was warm and inviting. From Sophie’s point of view, it was just as if she were in a palace.

Sophie exerted a great deal of effort at the new flower stand in the months that quickly followed. Her customers adored her arrangements, and Rosa frequently complimented her on them. She even went to a doctor, who informed her that both she and the baby were in good health. Rosa accompanied her to the doctor.

Sophie gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, whom she named Daniel, five months after she had delivered her baby. Rosa allowed her to take a three-month break in order to acclimate, but Sophie found that parenthood was significantly more taxing than she had anticipated.

Daniel wept at regular intervals. Sophie hardly slept at all, and she woke up every couple of hours to either change or feed her son. Not only did her body hurt, but her mind was also cloudy.

Afterward, Sophie awoke one morning to the sight of sunlight flowing through her curtains, yet there was complete silence. Her heart was beating quite fast.

As she hurried to the nursery, she uttered, “Daniel?” to herself.

There he was, soundly dozing off, his little fists clenched tightly under his chin. There was no moisture in his diaper, and the bottle that she had prepared for him to drink at midnight was completely empty.

‘That’s… weird,’ she mumbled to herself. Is it possible that she got up without remembering?

The following night, as well as the night after that, the circumstances were exactly the same. Sophie’s anxiety levels started to rise. Were she only sleepwalking?

Having made up her mind to be awake, she remained in bed and listened. Daniel let out a whine at approximately three in the morning. Sophie crept up to the door of the nursery and froze there.

While she was changing Daniel’s diaper, a woman was standing above his crib and chatting in a low voice. The movements she made were soft and well-practiced.

It was Sophie who turned on the light. “Who exactly are you? “I want you to get away from my baby!” she yelled.

After being shocked but not afraid, the woman turned around. She picked up Daniel and held him in her arms as if he were her own child. She whispered, “Hello, Sophie,” as she did so. To introduce myself, my name is Margaret Lawson, and I am your mother.

Her knees were on the verge of giving way.

It was explained by Margaret that, just like Sophie, she had become pregnant when she was still a teenager. She whispered, “I was sixteen,” as she spoke. Abortion was something that my mother wanted me to have, but I was unable to carry it out. As a result, she expelled me. If I had nothing—no work, no money—I would have had no choice but to give you up.

Her voice was trembling. “It was the most difficult thing I’ve ever attempted to achieve. However, I was unable to avoid it. At a distance, I observed the event. You received those birthday presents and those Christmas delicacies from me. I was the one who ordered them. It was important to me that you were aware, in some way, that someone out there loved you.

Sophie’s eyes grew more wide. Who was it that was? Were you the angel who watched over me?

Margaret gave a smirk to herself. I was unable to remain silent when you were kicked out of the house. It was my request to Rosa, who is employed by me, to provide you with a job and a place to stay. For me, it was not difficult to make it happen because I currently own more than thirty flower businesses. In addition, this apartment was once owned by my mother. Now it is also yours to have.”

On the other hand, why didn’t you just tell me? Sophie questioned, her voice cracking slightly.

Margaret wore a lowered gaze. “I am ashamed,” she said. “I was afraid that you would despise me for abandoning you. It was not my intention for you to learn this in such a manner. I simply wanted to make sure that you and Daniel were both okay and to assist you in getting some rest.

Sophie took a step forward, her eyes welling up with tears. It is impossible for me to despise you. Should it not have been for you and Rosa, I would have been forced to give up Daniel as well.

Sophie clung to Margaret as her arms encircled her, and Margaret smiled broadly.

They were inseparable to one another from that point forward. As a result of Margaret’s decision to let Sophie and Daniel move into her larger home, Sophie was able to experience unconditional love from her family for the very first time in her life.

It turned out that the guardian angel she had fantasized about for years was not a fantastical idea after all. She had been genuine. The only thing she had been doing was waiting for the appropriate time to expose herself.