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Hello, guys! My name is Mathew, for now, though I used to have another name until I was three. As well as another last name, another home, and... another mother. How did this happen to me? Let me tell you.

I vaguely remember my early childhood. I was adopted, when I was very little. But I remember the day that I got lost, the day when my mother left me.

I was very happy that morning, because my mom said we were going to Disney World on a big plane. I was so excited! When we got to the airport my mother placed a little suitcase on the floor and sat me on it. She said she would be back in a minute. But that minute lasted for ages. I was sitting there, squeezing my little red backpack with my eyes filling up with tears. I am not sure how much time passed, but soon I found myself surrounded by a lot of people, police officers, airport workers... and they were all asking me questions. But I couldn't remember my mother's name or even my own. I couldn't even speak properly at that time, to be honest. And in addition to that, I was stunned and shocked. I also didn't know where I lived, so, I wasn't much of a help to the police, who were trying hard to find my family. They checked the suitcase and my backpack and found a note, which said: "Take care of him." with no name or address on it.

Time went on, but it seemed like nobody was looking for me, and my mother was gone and was never found. The airport workers tried to follow her with the cameras, but she just vanished without a trace. After the police lost any hope of finding my relatives, I was adopted by a very nice family. I got another name and a new home. My new parents gave me all their love and tried to do their best to help me to forget that horrible day at the airport.

It's been eleven years now, which have been absolutely happy and I grew up to be a totally normal kid. Of course, gloomy memories hit me from time to time and that painful question: 'Why?' was a constant question in my mind, until I finally found out the answer.
My new mom and dad are pretty rich and busy people, and since we live in a big house, we've always had maids. We had a wonderful maid, Mrs. Ally, for many years, but she left us a while ago because she moved back to where she was from. I was very upset about it, because we were really close. She was the one I used to spend my time with when my parents were at work. My parents placed an ad on the internet, and we got a call that very day.

The next morning a very nice young woman appeared at the front door. I liked her at first sight. Her smile was so charming and it seemed like I'd known her for ages. Though when she talked to me, it seemed like she was a little bit nervous and uncomfortable the whole time. She came to clean the house every day and soon after we became good friends. She didn't tell me much about herself, but she always complained that her life was not a bed of roses and that she was always out of money. Once she came up to me and asked if I could lend her some money because she had gotten into trouble. She looked so embarrassed that I got really worried for her and gave her my pocket money. Shortly after that she asked me for money again, and again, to the point that after a little while of this, I had nothing left.
So when she asked me to do her a favor again, I offered to talk to my parents, because I believed they would not refuse to help a poor woman that was in trouble. I was telling her how kind and generous my mother was, when suddenly she burst into tears and cried out: "I am your mother!"

I got choked up. I literally could not believe my ears. She told me how much she loved and missed me and that she knew I was adopted and continued to watch me all those years, but didn't have the courage to reveal herself. She said that she was so young and stupid and was not capable of raising a child. I think she said she was sorry more than a million times.

These words immediately brought all my memories back. I became the same three year old boy, squeezing his red backpack and waiting for his mom. She hugged me tightly and said she would never ever leave me again and that she had come up with a great plan. She said we could start all over again and leave together, but we needed money for living. She suddenly became very strict and serious. She said: "You have to steal your father's credit card and find out the password. We will take the money and run and have a happy life together, Rob!" It turned out that my real name was Rob.


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I Failed To Save My Girl From Her Father

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★ DO YOU WANT TO GET YOUR STORY ANIMATED? SEND IT TO [email protected] IT WILL BE GIVEN A VOICE OVER BY A PROFESSIONAL ACTOR AND AN ANIMATOR WILL MAKE A VIDEO OUT OF IT! ★ Subscribe ACTUALLY HAPPENED https://bit.ly/2J5HP7j Hi everybody! My name is Gordon, I'm 17 years old and for a year already I've had a girlfriend. Well, I HAD a girlfriend. I would like to tell you why I broke up with her. I liked Emma very much. She was so fragile, so modest, so beautiful. Most modern girls aim to be in no way inferior to guys but Emma was pure meekness. She always let me choose which movie to watch or which meal to order. And she never argued with me. I always felt very strong and masculine when I was with her. But as time passed, I started to find these particular qualities pretty annoying. Maybe I just didn't appreciate how lucky I was, but I got bored because she always agreed with me. The only thing that she was painfully strict about was time when she had to be at home. She was petrified by the very idea that she could come home after eight P.M.. Once, we were stuck in traffic on our way back from the movies and she sobbed violently all the way home, and she didn't want to explain to me why she could not simply call home and explain that she would be like fifteen minutes late! At first I thought that her parents were very strict, but then I met them at a picnic and they seemed very nice! Emma’s mother was still very beautiful, and Emma looked and acted a lot like her, very quiet and polite. I doubt she has ever scolded anyone. Emma’s father, Mark, made a great impression on me! Very bright, witty, self-confident, and charismatic.I'm embarrassed to admit this, but I even tried to compare him to my own father… and my old man totally lost. So, I had taken a lot pictures on the day of the picnic and the day after my mother and I went to visit her sister – my aunt. I've loved aunt Mary since my childhood and I always tell her in detail about everything that is going on in my life. So she knew that I had a girlfriend and now I told aunt Mary that I had finally met Emma’s family and showed her the photos from yesterday’s picnic. Aunt Mary couldn't wait to see the pictures, until she saw Emma’s father in one of them. She broke off and it seemed like her hand was shaking. “Do you know what his name is?” she asked in a strange, empty voice. And when I answered: “Of course! It's Mark!” she jumped up and ran out of the room. My mother followed her and I was left alone in the room, totally clueless. Soon my mother came back, looking very serious. “She'll be alright,” she said, answering my silent question and then added: “But you have to know something. A while ago your aunt knew Mark very well. And it was the most terrible story of her life. And my mom told me that Mary and Mark used to go out together – a long time ago, before I was even born. In the beginning everything was fine and aunt Mary was head over hills in love with this brilliant, macho guy. But soon she realized that Mark was trying to control her more and more. He decided what she should wear, which girls she should be friends with, and even which books she should read. And when she tried to object, he became more and more aggressive. …When he hit her for the first time, she was ready to leave him. But he didn't want to let her go. He became so nice again and asked for her forgiveness promising that everything would change. But nothing changed. As soon as Mary thought that everything was back to normal, Mark started to tighten his grip. And everything turned out bad again, Mary tried to leave him, he wouldn't let her go, and the story repeated again. And again. And again. At the end, Mary no longer understood what was going on and what she felt toward Mark – whether she loved him or whether she was afraid of him. She kept telling her parents that everything was great and that they were going to get married. Until her older sister, my mother, noticed the bruises on her hands and demanded that she tell her the truth. My mother helped aunt Mary to get rid of her abuser, they went to the police, and Mary got a court order to keep Mark away from her. But Mary never got over this relationship. Neither pills nor psychologists could help her. Since then she has been afraid of being in a relationship and has stayed single forever. I was shocked. And as we went home, I was thinking about Emma, her mother… and Mark. I started to realize that he has not changed at all. I remembered that Emma’s mother was wearing a long-sleeved shirt - probably to hide the bruises from her husband’s hands? I remembered how both she and her daughter meekly agreed with him. I also remembered how Emma was scared of being home late, even like by a minute... she was scared to death! I have to confess that when I went out with Emma the next time… I conducted a cruel experiment. Music by Epidemic Sound: https://www.epidemicsound.com #actuallyhappened

I Broke Into My Scary Clients Home To Find Out Who He Was
I Broke Into My Scary Clients Home To Find Out Who He Was

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My BFs Little Brother Turned Out To Be His Son
My BFs Little Brother Turned Out To Be His Son

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★ DO YOU WANT TO GET YOUR STORY ANIMATED? SEND IT TO [email protected] IT WILL BE GIVEN A VOICE OVER BY A PROFESSIONAL ACTOR AND AN ANIMATOR WILL MAKE A VIDEO OUT OF IT! ★ Subscribe ACTUALLY HAPPENED https://bit.ly/2J5HP7j Hey there, people! I’m Irene. Recently I had a really weird experience where I met a guy and even fell in love with him, but I doubted we were destined to be together. Our story is still in question, so to speak, and this makes me feel a little bit frustrated. Here's why. On our way to the mall Iris kept singing the same baby-song over and over again. It was really irritating but when I asked her to stop doing it, she not only ignored me, but got even louder. Jesus, I’d rather be dead than ever have my own kids, I thought! And our mom was so caught up in her own thoughts that the song seemed to not even distract her at all. I was texting my best friend, complaining about my lame Saturday. And she was texting me back trying to cheer me up by reminding me of the coming spring break. By the time we’d reached our destination point I’d begun to think that my act of generosity with Iris had better be worth it. Mom was in a total hurry while leaving the two of us on the playground and she even took my cellphone from me. She said otherwise I would be totally into texting, instead of watching my little sister. Come on! Nothing was going to be able to save that day, I thought. Here I was, sitting on the bench and watching how Iris was playing with the kinetic sand, thinking my weekend was totally ruined, when a little baby boy came up to me, apparently looking for me to play with him. He didn't actually talk, 'cause it seemed like he was only around a year and a half old. Oh gosh, not another baby, I thought, or rather not his mom, who would want to come up and talk to me, melting because of the fact that he might have liked me or something. But guess what? This baby boy was not there with a mom, but a brother, a big and handsome brother. His name was Andrew, as he'd told me when he came up to me, and took his little brother in his arms. Suddenly, I felt like my day was about to be saved for now. We had a nice little talk about the kids around and the stuff they do. I was starting to like him and I had a feeling that he was at least interested in me. I hadn’t even noticed that the time had gone by really fast and that my mom had already returned. I saw her waving at me, saying it was time to go. And when I stood up from the bench, Andrew suggested exchanging numbers. At first I forgot that my mom had previously taken away my phone. So I thought that I had lost it and started searching for it... crawling on my knees under the bench. Of course, I remembered everything after a couple of seconds, but you know, I already felt embarrassed. Andrew laughed when I told him where my phone was and promised to send me a text so that I had his number. When I came up to my mom, she gave me my cell phone back with a cunning smile. There was already a text saying, “I like your sisters’ older sister.” On our way back home Iris was singing that stupid song again, but surprisingly, that time it wasn’t annoying at all. During the whole next week, Andrew and I were frequently texting each other saying good morning and stuff like that. He was really interested in my life, I guess, because he was mainly asking questions about me and practically not saying a word about himself. Nevertheless, I found out that he was a little bit older than me, that he had already graduated from school, and that now he was working to make some money to go to college and study law. He was amazing, I thought, because of his nice texts and jokes, and by Friday I already felt like I was totally in love with him. Then he suggested for both of us to take our younger siblings and meet and the park all together. He said that we could get to know each other better while the kids played in the fresh air. Why not, I thought. By the way, my mom was extremely surprised, though pleased when I said that I wanted to take Iris to the park. Now she’d definitely let me go to that beach party. We had a great time at the park together, and I was totally sure that Andrew felt the same way that I did. But you know what was strange? I always thought that when a guy, especially a guy who’s practically 20 years old, likes a girl, that he would want to go on a date with her, I mean, for just two of them, you know. But he didn’t ask me out even that next week. It sort of stressed me out, but I didn’t want to create drama from it, so I said nothing to him and we just kept texting during the whole next week. But I kept thinking it over and at some point I decided to ask my mom’s opinion about what was going on. I regretted it as soon as I did it, because she was sort of negative about him since he was almost 20 and I was only 16, you know mom stuff. Music by Epidemic Sound: https://www.epidemicsound.com #actuallyhappened

I Am Poor And Everyone Thinks I Am A Thief
I Am Poor And Everyone Thinks I Am A Thief

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★ DO YOU WANT TO GET YOUR STORY ANIMATED? SEND IT TO [email protected] IT WILL BE GIVEN A VOICE OVER BY A PROFESSIONAL ACTOR AND AN ANIMATOR WILL MAKE A VIDEO OUT OF IT! ★ Subscribe ACTUALLY HAPPENED https://bit.ly/2J5HP7j Hey, I’m Neil, and a little while ago, I was accused of stealing money in school. I was completely innocent, but nobody believed me. I got in trouble a lot, and teachers knew that, and, well, they didn’t like me that much. They even called my parents pretty often, but my parents didn’t really care. It was also pretty hard to make friends, and a lot of other people thought I was weird, but nobody ever said anything to me face to face, because they were afraid of me. Thankfully, I had had one friend since I was a kid. His name is Matt and we've been friends since the first grade. One day, our teacher called me into her office and told me “Okay, Neil, I know the truth. Tell me where they are.” I was like, “What are you talking about?” and she kept looking at me with this serious look. After a long and awkward silence she told me “I know you took our school trip money from the table. If you return it, you won’t be in trouble, I promise. I didn’t know what to say. Basically, the class below us was collecting money for a trip, and apparently our teacher was keeping it on her table, and one day it disappeared. I got very angry because of the accusation and raised my voice saying, “I didn’t take the money, I never touched it!” My teacher sighed and said, “We all know that it was you, Neil. Who else could it be?” I answered, “It could be anyone, because you weren’t smart enough to not keep it out on your table!” After this, I stormed out of the classroom. I thought that was the end of it, and this teacher wouldn’t bother me anymore, but it was far from over. That was only the beginning. The next day, I was called into the principal’s office. I went there, and to my surprise, the principal was waiting for me along with two teachers, and one of them was the same one that accused me of stealing the money. I was very angry and started to talk with them aggressively, but they were answering in a very calm manner. Too calm. They were saying that they know that I did it, and it was okay, because I have problems at home and need money, they tried to act “understanding,” but I kept saying that it wasn’t me, that I didn’t even touch the money, and they kept pushing it. I asked if they had any evidence besides my “reputation,” and they said that several people said they saw me take the money. This kept going on and on, every day they would invite me in and keep asking me the same questions and I would deny everything, and basically they would make me stay longer after school and even check my backpack. But NOBODY would believe me, because everybody in school knew the rumor that I stole the money and everybody... believed it. And to be honest, I was ready to confess. That would be easier than sitting in a small room with three adults who were taking hours of their life to prove that I was a thief and secretly hating me. They said that if I wouldn’t confess, they would have no choice but to expel me. I went home that day, preparing to say that I had done it the next day. But thankfully, Matt was patiently waiting for me so we could walk home together. I told him everything and he said that I shouldn’t confess, and I said that they would expel me if I didn’t. Matt laughed and said “No they won’t, they are just bluffing to make you say it. They would call the police if they had any real evidence. They just need someone to blame, and I know that you didn’t take the money.” I asked Matt what I should do then, and he said “Not YOU, what WE should do.” So basically, he had some kind of a plan. Matt was smarter than me in that sense. He said that we should look closely at the class that was younger than us, the one that was planning the trip. One of them probably took the money and maybe we would notice something. So we started to “spy” on them, trying to notice anything that was out of the ordinary. We thought it would be hard and time-consuming, but actually, we found the truth in one day. One kid had a brand new Nintendo Switch. Yeah, maybe his parents bought it for him, but it was more than a coincidence that he had just gotten it and he was showing it off to everyone, surrounding himself with bunch of other guys. And, to boot, the price of it was around the same as the amount of money that was stolen. I got very angry and was on my way straight to him. Matt stopped me and said that we should be smart about it, to make him confess. Music by Epidemic Sound: https://www.epidemicsound.com #actuallyhappened