I had just moved to a new town, hoping for a fresh start, but my neighbor Catherine made everything miserable. She constantly complained and even stole my Halloween decorations. Determined to catch her in the act, I set up a camera.
After decorating my house, I felt proud, hoping Halloween would bring some joy. But the next morning, all my decorations were gone, and my pumpkin was smashed. Frustrated, I stormed across the street to confront Catherine, but she denied any involvement.
As I returned home, I realized my neighbors were watching, and I felt humiliated. I couldn’t let this slide; Halloween meant too much to me. I bought new decorations, set them up, and placed a camera among them for proof.
That night, I woke to a strange noise. Checking the camera, I was shocked to see a boy, no older than 12, stealing my decorations. I followed him and found him with a little girl in an abandoned house. They were scared and alone, having run away from neglectful foster parents.
I offered to take them home instead of calling the police. David and Nicole moved in with me while I filed for temporary custody, and I quickly bonded with them. Our house became warm and alive, and I found joy in reading them bedtime stories.
On Halloween night, police showed up at my door after Catherine reported screaming. I explained it was just a scary movie for the kids and instinctively called them “my children.”
Realizing they truly felt like family, I applied to adopt David and Nicole. Finally, I had what I had always dreamed of—a loving family to share holidays with, and I could call myself “Mom.”
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