Poor Lady Finds Stroller in Empty Street, Sees Baby Who Is a Spitting Image of Her Son — Story of the Day

Today’s story is about a woman who learns a shocking truth about her past after discovering an abandoned stroller in the middle of the road with a baby who looks exactly like her son!

“Mom! Mom! There’s a stroller outside the park with a pretty baby girl inside!” Timothy said to his mother, Phoebe. It was a Sunday morning, and Phoebe had decided to stop by a park after Timothy insisted on playing there. She was exhausted from the morning jog, but she yielded to Timothy because he kept pleading with her.

“Oh, is there, honey?” Phoebe gently smiled at him, wiping the sweat from his face after he came running to her. “Does she look cuter than you?”

“Yes, mom!” Timothy nodded his tiny head. “She’s beautiful, and she’s alone. There’s nobody around her. Can we take her home?”

“She’s alone? Where’s her mother?” Phoebe wondered. “Can you take me there, honey? I think her mother must be around.”

“Yes, mom. Come with me.”

Timothy held Phoebe’s hand and led her outside the park, where she noticed a stroller lying in the middle of an empty road. The whole street seemed eerily quiet, and there was not a single soul in close sight.

Phoebe dashed to the baby, concerned about who had abandoned her in such a state, only to discover that the baby resembled Timothy a lot. Is this some sort of dream? Am I hallucinating? She rubbed her eyes and stared at the child, perplexed. But her doubts vanished as she lifted the baby in her arms and noticed a note fall to the ground.

She picked up the note and began reading it. “I’m sorry that I’m leaving my child like this, but please take care of her,” it said. “Her name is Ava, and she’s only 6 months old.”

Worried about the situation, Phoebe brought the baby home and called her husband Daniel, who was away on business. “I’m sorry for calling so early, honey,” she explained, “but something strange happened today. I was in the park when I came across a baby who looks exactly like Timothy!”

“That’s not possible, Phoebe. I think you’re taking too much stress. Just inform the cops about it, and they’ll take care of it,” he mumbled, half awake from sleep.

“No, honey, trust me. Wait, I’m sending you a picture.” When Daniel looked at the photograph, he was puzzled too. “But how’s that possible? What do we do now?”