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‘You’re My Mom!’: My Trucker Husband Returned with a Child I’ve Never Seen before—Story of the Day

Mariia Kobzieva
Jun 27, 2024
04:02 P.M.

My trucker husband Tom returned from a long trip. This time, he was not alone. A little boy approached me timidly. He warmly hugged me and said, "You're my mom!" For a moment, my heart stopped.

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I had long come to terms with the fact that I wouldn’t have children. My days were filled with the quiet hum of my small-town life while my husband, Tom, traveled as a long-haul trucker. The days flowed one into another with tranquility that almost masked the longing in my heart.

My sprawling backyard became an unintended haven for the neighborhood children. They would often burst through the garden gate, laughter spilling over as they dashed towards the apple tree or set up makeshift picnics under the shade of the wide bushes.

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My attempts to shoo them away were always gentle but firm.

"This isn't a playground, kids," I would remind them, though their giggles and pleas made it hard to stay stern.

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One particularly sunny afternoon, as I was chasing out the latest band of fruit bandits, my phone buzzed with a message from Tom. He was coming home, and he wasn't coming back alone. The words danced before my eyes, unsettling the peace I had before.

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***

The day Tom returned, the rumble of his truck rolling into the driveway sent a flutter through my chest. But it was the small, timid figure that climbed down from the truck after him that caused my world to tilt.

Tom’s face was tired, worn by roads long traveled. He knelt beside the boy, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Rebecca, this is Joey," Tom said, gesturing toward the boy with eyes full of sadness.

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Before I could process the situation, Joey sprinted towards me with open arms, his small body colliding into a hug as he exclaimed, "You're my mom!"

Startled, I stiffened but tried not to show my surprise or discomfort.

"Hello, Joey. Would you like to play in the yard?" I managed to say, forcing a smile.

"Want to!" Joey responded, his eyes lighting up as if he'd been waiting just for that permission. He dashed into the lush, uncut grass, his small feet slapping against the greenery.

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"Mom?" I turned to Tom, my voice rising with confusion and irritation. "Tom, what does this mean?"

Tom sighed, his voice reflecting both fatigue and hope.

“I met him a few weeks ago. He needs a family, and I thought... maybe we could consider adopting him,” he explained. “I've been telling him about you, Rebecca, and one day Joey asked if he could call you 'mom.' I didn't want to upset him by saying no, not fully realizing how serious and important this was to him.”

The moment Joey was out of earshot, my emotions surged.

“Adopt him? Just like that?” My voice rose.

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Tom's face was lined with exhaustion, his eyes pleading for understanding.

“I couldn’t just leave him, Becky. Think about the family we’ve always talked about. This might be our chance,” he explained, reaching for my hand as if to bridge the emotional distance that had sprung up between us.

"You should at least talk to me about it, not just bring a stranger's child home without warning," I countered.

“I'm sorry, I didn't know how to tell you,” Tom admitted, his voice lowering.

Outside, Joey was blowing dandelion seeds into the air, his laughter echoing around the yard.

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“I need to rest a bit from the road. I haven’t slept in almost two days,” Tom said, his hands gently squeezing my tense shoulders.

“Take care of him while I sleep, and then we'll figure everything out, I promise. He's an incredible boy, Rebecca. Talk to him, for me,” Tom said with that incredible smile I had fallen in love with many years ago.

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"Alright, I'll try," I muttered. "Go rest."

As Tom retreated to find solace in sleep, I watched Joey playing in the yard. My mind raced with conflicting thoughts. While Tom envisioned a future with Joey as part of our family, my plans were vastly different.

The ache of my inability to become a mother, a pain I had long buried, now surged to the forefront, overwhelming me with grief and resentment.

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I wanted to resolve that situation quickly.

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Taking a deep breath, I called out to Joey, "It's time to go, buddy."

"Are we going to the park?" he asked, looking up at me with hopeful eyes.

"Yes, we'll be passing by there," I sighed, firmly taking his hand.

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***

We walked through the park. Joey was unaware that our destination wouldn't be a stand with ice cream or cotton candy, but rather the police station. With each step, the weight of my decision pressed heavily upon me.

"Am I doing the right thing?" I questioned myself internally.

"Of course, even a husband shouldn’t make such serious decisions spontaneously!" I argued in my mind.

"But can I make such a decision right now?" I pondered, filled with doubt.

"I don't know, I just don't know. What should I do?"

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My internal debate was interrupted when Joey's small hand found mine, gripping it with a trust that spoke volumes. His simple gesture stirred something in me, challenging the resolve I thought I had.

"Why do you look so sad?" His voice was clear and mature beyond his years.

I was taken aback. "Life is sometimes complicated, Joey," I replied, my voice softer now.

He nodded, looking up at me with eyes that seemed to understand too much. "I’ve always wanted a mom," he said quietly. "Could you be my mom?"

His words struck a chord deep within me.

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How could this little boy stir feelings I thought I had buried? We sat on a park bench, watching other families, and something within me shifted.

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He leaned against me, assuming a familiarity that should have felt wrong but didn’t.

"Let’s just wait till Monday," I found myself saying, surprising even myself. "We'll spend the weekend together, see how it goes."

As Joey's face lit up with a hopeful smile, I realized I was no longer walking towards the police station. Instead, we were heading back home.

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***

The next morning, I noticed Joey's usual spark was missing. Instead of bounding around the kitchen with boundless energy, he laid down in his bed, his little face drained of color.

"Joey, are you feeling alright?" I asked as I knelt beside him, my hand instinctively reaching for his forehead.

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"I don't know," Joey murmured, his voice weak. "I just feel really tired and my tummy hurts."

Tom walked in just then, his face lined with concern as he noticed our interaction.

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"What's wrong, buddy?" he asked as he came over and gently ruffled Joey's hair.

"He's got a fever, and he says his stomach hurts," I explained, the worry evident in my voice.

"We better get him to a doctor," Tom said decisively. "Let's not take any chances."

We arrived at the hospital, a place of stark white walls and the sharp smell of antiseptic. As we waited for the doctor, Tom held Joey close, trying to soothe him with quiet words.

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Finally, a pediatrician came and after a thorough examination and some tests, he returned with a grave look.

"Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Joey has severe kidney failure," he announced. The words fell heavily in the cramped examination room, making it hard to breathe.

"Kidney failure? But he's just a child!" I exclaimed, my voice a mixture of disbelief and fear.

"I understand this is a lot to take in," the doctor replied sympathetically. "Joey needs a kidney transplant as soon as possible. We'll start the process to find a suitable donor, but time is critical."

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Tom looked from me to Joey, his expression hardened with determination.

"Test me," he said immediately. "I want to be his donor."

As the doctor swiftly arranged for Tom to be tested for compatibility, a heavy air settled over me. While we awaited the results, I noticed the furrows of worry deepen on Tom's brow.

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Pulling him aside, I whispered, "Are you sure about this, Tom? You have your own health issues, and there's no guarantee your kidney will even be a match."

Tom stopped pacing and faced me. "I've made my decision, Rebecca. I need to do this," he said, his voice carrying a weight that seemed to anchor him to the spot.

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***

A week of waiting had passed, during which Joey was constantly under medical supervision. Tom stayed by his side the entire time, unwavering in his commitment, while Rebecca was still coming to terms with the situation. She felt a mix of confusion and concern but did everything she could to support her husband.

Finally, a new doctor, who had recently taken over Joey's case, arrived with the test results, and everyone held their breath in anticipation.

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"Your kidney is a perfect match for Joey," she began.

But her next words quickly overshadowed it.

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"However, due to your medical history, I must advise against this surgery. It's a big risk, especially for your heart."

Tom nodded slowly, absorbing her words.

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"I need a moment," Tom quickly ushered the doctor out of the room, their voices low and hushed, as if they didn’t want to be overheard.

The doctor left a laptop open on the desk, with Tom’s medical files visibly highlighted on the screen. The door was slightly ajar, and my feelings of unease and curiosity—along with the serendipitous arrangement of circumstances—drew me towards the screen.

In addition to the usual health details, an extra sheet caught my eye—a DNA test revealing that Joey was ... Tom’s son! I noticed that this test had been added at Tom's own request.

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The shock of this discovery sent a chill through me, mingling with a surge of betrayal.

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When Tom returned, I confronted him, "Why didn't you tell me Joey was your son, Tom? How could you keep this from me?!"

Tom’s face fell, and he reached out, but I stepped back, overwhelmed with emotions. I retreated from the room, leaving him standing alone.

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***

After several days since I left the hospital, I found myself aimlessly wandering through the city, restless and unable to find peace. Whether I was roaming the streets or tidying up the house, my heart and soul remained back at the hospital. Finally, I gathered the courage to return, driven by the need to talk to the man I had trusted for many years and hear his story.

When I returned to the hospital, Tom's bed was empty. My heart sank, a rush of panic coursing through me as I approached the nurses' station.

"Excuse me," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, "where is Tom Smith? He was in that room."

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The nurse looked up from her charts, "Mrs. Smith, please come with me," she said gently, leading me to a small, private room.

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She took a deep breath before speaking.

"I'm so sorry. Tom's surgery was more complicated than expected," the nurse explained gently. "His heart couldn't withstand the strain. Despite our best efforts and attempts at resuscitation, the heart failure, which was a contraindication for the operation, played a critical role. After a long and difficult struggle, Tom passed away."

The room seemed to spin around me as her words sank in. I felt numb, unable to grasp the reality that Tom was gone. The nurse continued to talk, but the words sounded distant, muffled by the shock.

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The nurse handed me an envelope.

"Tom left this for you," she said gently. "He was worried about not making it through the surgery, so he asked me to give you this letter in case something happened to him."

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Opening the letter later, when I was alone, I unfolded the neatly creased paper, Tom's familiar handwriting swimming before my eyes as tears threatened to spill. The letter read:

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"Dear Rebecca,

I am so sorry for everything that has happened. During one of my long trips, I made a mistake and had an affair. It was brief and ended long ago, but from that mistake, Joey was born. I only learned about him very recently. His mother passed away, and there was no one else to care for him. Knowing this, I couldn't leave him alone in the world.

I brought Joey home because I felt a responsibility to do right by him—a chance to give him the family he needed, which I hope can include you. I regret not telling you sooner, and I understand if you're angry or hurt. I hope that you can forgive me. I love you so much, Rebecca, and nothing has changed that. Joey needs someone now, and I can think of no one better than you to give him the love and care he deserves.

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Please take care of our son.

Forever yours,

Tom"

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After absorbing the weight of Tom’s words, I felt deep sorrow. I needed to be strong, not just for myself, but for Joey, who had lost so much already.

I found Joey lying weakly in his hospital bed, just a day after his surgery. He was coloring quietly but looked up as I entered, his face lighting up with joy at my return.

"Mom?" he called softly.

"Yes, buddy, I'm here," I managed to say, my voice trembling. Before heading to Joey's room, I had spotted a teddy bear in the hospital gift shop. Hoping to lift his spirits and provide some comfort, I bought it and now placed it gently on his pillow as I sat beside him.

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Joey smiled, his innocence and resilience piercing through the gloom of the hospital room.

"Dad is always with me too," he said with a child’s profound simplicity. "He gave me life twice."

His words, so mature and deeply meaningful, struck me profoundly. How could a six-year-old boy possess such grown-up thoughts? Tom had given Joey a new chance at life, and now it was up to me to continue that promise.

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***

Months followed. Joey recovered well, his condition stabilizing, bringing a new rhythm to our lives. One sunny afternoon, we found ourselves at a local fair, laughter and light surrounding us. As we stood in line for cotton candy, Joey's hand in mine, he looked up at me with bright, hopeful eyes.

"This is what Dad meant," Joey said, his voice clear and sure. "He's here, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is," I replied, the threads of past pain weaving into something like peace. I handed him his cotton candy, watching how he took a delighted bite.

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It was then, amid the mundane joy of the moment, that I truly embraced my role.

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"Enjoy it, son," I said, the word 'son' resonating with all the weight and warmth it carried.

Joey beamed up at me, his face sticky with sugar, his presence a bittersweet reminder of Tom and the life we had planned to build together. At that moment, I knew that while the path had been unimaginably hard, it was leading us somewhere beautiful.

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