A poor little boy is in tears after being teased by his classmates for the cheap Halloween costume his father made until the school principal shows up wearing the same.
Levi loved his small house and his parents, Carol and Darren. They weren’t rich, but they were there for one another and him, which he admired. But one afternoon, after returning home from school, Levi was upset with his parents.
How could he not be upset? It was Halloween, the trick-or-treating season, and there was a fancy dress competition at his school, but Levi’s parents didn’t have enough money to get him a new costume.
His classmates would all be dressed as Superman, Batman, or one of the Avengers, but he would have to make do with his old costume!
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“Honey, please understand,” Carol said. “You know, daddy and I are trying our best to save this house. We need to put money aside for the mortgage payment.”
“Do you not love me, mom?” asked Levi sadly. “I don’t want the house. I want a new costume. But you love the house, not me!”
Carol sighed. “It’s not like that, honey. Mommy and daddy love you the most! We love you more than anything!”
“No!” he screamed in tears. “You are lying! You don’t love me! You love the house!”
With that, Levi disappeared to his room in tears and didn’t come out even for dinner. No parent wants to see their children sad; even Carol didn’t. Did she have a choice, though? Not really.
They were drowned in loans, and their small shop just brought them enough to get by. But seeing Levi sad bothered her, so she discussed it with Darren over dinner.
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“He’s sad, hun,” she said. “Can we get him a new costume? If not, I’ll find a part-time job.”
“Don’t stress yourself out, honey,” Darren said. “You already have too much on your plate right now. I’ve got an idea…”
Two days later, while Levi was eating dinner alone in his room, still upset with his parents about the costume, Darren walked in with a huge parcel in his hands.
In this cruel world, we must stand up for one another and encourage the good.
“Can I come in, little boy?” he asked at the door.
“No, you can’t,” Levi said. He didn’t even look up from his plate.
“Even if I say I got you a new costume?” Darren asked. “I thought you’d be excited.”
“Did you?” Levi looked at the parcel in Darren’s hands and grinned. “Is that a new outfit? Really?”
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“Yes, it is!” said Darren. “Now, can we have a little apology for mommy because you yelled at her two days ago? She was so worried about you.”
Levi was so excited to see his new costume that he bolted from his room and hugged Carol. “You and daddy love me! Not the house! I’m so sorry, mom! Let’s see my new costume together!” He held her hands and ran so fast that she almost tripped.
Then came the BIG moment. When Levi opened the parcel and saw the costume inside, he was in tears.
“Is that a robot?” he asked. “Dad, mom, I love robots!”
“We know you do, little boy,” said Carol. “Do you like it? Daddy made it for you!”
“I love it, mom and dad!” chirped Levi, wiping his tears. “I love it very much! And I love you so much! Thank you!”
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Levi was delighted. He loved the robot costume Darren had made out of cardboard and duct tape. Yes, it wasn’t expensive, but it had his heart and his dad’s efforts.
But on the day of the fancy dress event, Levi was crying because of the costume. He was sad because all his classmates were teasing him.
“Look, Levi is wearing a piece of colored cardboard!” a boy said and laughed. “He couldn’t even buy a new costume!”
“Don’t say that, Tony!” Levi protested, swallowing the tears in his eyes. “My dad worked hard on this! He went through videos on his computer, and he did so much hard work!”
“Oh, did he?” another kid said and chuckled with his friends. “Well, that outfit makes you look like a loser! I bet your dad’s a loser too!”
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All the kids were so mean to Levi that he started crying. When his name was called, he didn’t show up on the stage and instead cried backstage.
Soon, the show was over, and everyone got to flaunt their costumes except Levi.
“I’m so sorry, dad…” He sniffed. “I didn’t even take part in the competition! I wasted your hard work! I’m sorry…”
Suddenly, Levi heard a loud gasp. He looked at the stage and couldn’t believe his eyes. The school principal, Mr. Frederick, was on the stage, and he was dressed as a robot! A red one, unlike Levi, who was wearing a blue costume.
“Where is my fellow robot? Levi, where are you, child?” he called out from the stage.
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“Mr. Frederick?” Levi exclaimed as he stepped onto the stage. “You have the same costume as me!”
“Call me, Captain Red!” he said stiffly. “Agent Blue, you got a nice suit there! Mine took so much time to make!”
“You look cool, Captain Red!” Levi smiled, having forgotten his worries. “My dad made me this suit! I just love it!”
“That’s wonderful, Agent Blue! I’ll ask your dad to make me a suit next time! I saw some kids didn’t appreciate your costume, so I thought, why not show them they’re wrong? You know what? I love your outfit! You’re lucky! Your dad spends love on you, which is more important than just spending money on children…”
That day, Levi won the competition. His dress stood out from the bunch of Spidermans, Batmans, Avengers, and Disney princesses, and he had a huge smile on his face as he lifted the trophy with Captain Red!
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At that point, the group of mean kids huddled around Levi and apologized. “WE ARE SORRY, LEVI!” they cried in unison. “Your costume was awesome!”
Levi was happy that the other kids loved his costume. He shared the big basket of candies he had won as a part of the prize with them and said, “It’s ok! I’m not sad anymore. Let’s not be mean to others, ok? Mommy and daddy say we should love each other!”
“That’s absolutely right, Levi,” Mr. Frederick said gently. “Always remember, kids, that we need to stand up for each other and encourage the good in this world. Never put others down! That’s what Captain Red and Agent Blue also believe in!” he added with a wink, and all the kids happily nodded as they devoured the Halloween candies.
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What can we learn from this story?
- In this cruel world, we must stand up for one another and encourage the good. Thanks to Mr. Frederick, the kids realized they were wrong to mock Levi and learned the importance of love over money.
- Spending love on children is more important than spending money. Levi’s parents couldn’t afford to buy him a new costume, but they loved him so much that they couldn’t bear the thought of him being unhappy. So they got him a lovely outfit that Darren created himself.
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YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT THIS SINGLE DAD GOT AFTER HELPING AN OLDER WOMAN WITH HER LAWN
Felix, a single dad in his mid-30s, was relaxing in his armchair, barely paying attention to the TV in his small, slightly worn living room. The sound of the sitcom couldn’t hide the loneliness he felt since losing his wife in a car crash seven years ago.
Felix found comfort in his job as a janitor and in raising his daughter, Alice. She brought him joy, reminding him of the happy moments he once had with her mother.
One day, Felix noticed his elderly neighbor struggling to cut her overgrown lawn. Wanting to help, he rushed over to mow it for her. Grateful, the woman insisted on giving him a strange, antique box as a thank-you gift.
But that gift quickly led to trouble when Felix received an urgent phone call from the woman’s lawyer, requesting a meeting.
One day, Felix heard a noise outside and glanced out the window. He saw his elderly neighbor, Mrs. White, struggling with her lawnmower. Mrs. White was known for being independent despite her age, but today, she clearly needed help.
Without a second thought, Felix walked over and offered his assistance. “Let me help you with that, Mrs. White,” he said, taking control of the lawnmower. Together, they worked quietly under the warm afternoon sun, finishing the task in no time.
After they finished, Mrs. White smiled warmly and thanked Felix.
“Felix, you’ve always been so kind, helping me without expecting anything in return.”
Felix, ever humble, replied, “It’s no trouble at all, Mrs. White.”
Wanting to show her gratitude, Mrs. White offered him a beautifully decorated box. Felix hesitated, feeling uncomfortable accepting such an expensive-looking gift. “I can’t accept this, Mrs. White,” he said.
Respecting his decision, Mrs. White smiled and handed him a bag of apples instead.
“Then please, at least take these apples for Alice,” she said, gently urging him.
Felix thanked Mrs. White for the apples and headed home. Once inside, he gave the apples to his daughter, Alice, who eagerly accepted them, her eyes lighting up.
“Thank you, Daddy!” she said with excitement.
As Felix settled back into his quiet evening, Alice made an unexpected discovery. She pulled out the same ornate box that Mrs. White had tried to give Felix earlier.
Surprised, she ran over to him, holding the box and exclaiming, “Daddy! Look what was in the bag with the apples!”
The mysterious box in Felix’s hands stirred up curiosity about why Mrs. White had hidden it among the apples. Felix, feeling uneasy, told Alice, “Alice, we can’t keep this. It’s not ours.”
Alice, intrigued, responded, “But Dad, what if there’s something cool inside? Something we need?”
Felix shook his head gently and said, “Even if that’s true, it doesn’t make it ours. This box belongs to someone else, and we need to respect that.”
Accepting her father’s decision, Alice agreed, and Felix set off to return the box to Mrs. White. When he reached her house, a strange, foreboding silence greeted him.
“Mrs. White?” Felix called out, but there was no answer. The stillness of the house felt heavy as he cautiously searched for her. Finally, he found her lying motionless on the couch. It was clear that Mrs. White had quietly passed away.
Felix stood there in shock, the box in his hand, unsure of what to do next.
Shocked and unsure of what to do, Felix stood frozen, the weight of Mrs. White’s death sinking in. He knew he needed to call someone, but he hesitated, glancing between her lifeless body and the mysterious box in his hands.
After a moment of inner conflict, Felix made a decision. He stepped back, leaving the house with the box still in his grasp, now feeling like a heavy, burdensome secret he carried with him.
Back home, the box sat on his table, its presence feeling more ominous with every passing moment.
Curious and anxious, Felix began researching the box online. He typed “antique box gold diamond inserts” into the search bar and quickly found similar items listed for enormous sums of money, with one even valued at $250,000. The discovery shocked him, tempting him with the thought of financial security for Alice. But it also tugged at his conscience, leaving him conflicted about what to do.
Just as Felix was deep in thought, the phone suddenly rang, shattering the silence.
Felix’s heart raced as an unknown voice spoke over the phone, “Good evening, is this Felix? My name is Jonathan Pryce. I am Mrs. White’s attorney. I believe it is imperative for us to discuss a matter of significant concern. Can we arrange a face-to-face meeting?”
Feeling a wave of nervousness, Felix replied, “Sure, we can meet. How about tomorrow?”
“Let’s convene at ‘Café Lorraine’ on the main street at 10 a.m. It’s a quiet place, conducive for such discussions,” Mr. Pryce suggested.
“Okay, I’ll be there,” Felix confirmed, ending the call with his heart pounding. What could this meeting be about? He glanced once more at the mysterious box, unsure of what was coming next.
Felix arrived at ‘Café Lorraine’ and spotted Mrs. White’s lawyer, Jonathan Pryce, seated at a corner table. To his surprise, sitting next to him was a man Felix didn’t recognize.
As he approached, Jonathan introduced the stranger. “This is Henry, Mrs. White’s son.”
Felix was stunned—he had no idea Mrs. White had a family.
Without wasting any time, Henry spoke, his tone sharp and accusatory. “I know you were at my mother’s house yesterday,” he said, glaring at Felix.
Felix quickly defended himself, “I was just helping her out, like I often did.”
Henry’s face hardened. “My mother had an antique box with significant sentimental value to our family. It’s been in our family for generations… and now it’s gone. Things like that don’t just disappear.”
Feeling cornered and uneasy, Felix said nothing, which led Henry to make a proposal.
“Listen, I don’t care how it happened, but I need that box back. I’m willing to pay you a thousand dollars for its return. No questions asked,” Henry offered.
Felix, knowing the box’s true value, shot back, “I’m not an idiot. I know that box is worth a lot more than what you’re offering. And no, I didn’t steal it. Your mother gave it to me willingly.”
Henry was caught off guard as Felix declared, “I’ve decided to auction the box. If it means that much to you, you’re welcome to bid on it, just like anyone else.”
With that, Felix abruptly left the café, feeling both defiant and apprehensive about the unfolding situation.
The following day at the auction, experts gathered around the box, marveling at its craftsmanship. They began questioning Felix about its origins. Under their intense scrutiny, Felix hesitated and stammered, “It was… it was an inheritance,” which only fueled their suspicions.
The situation grew tense as experts demanded proof of ownership for the box. Talk of involving the police began to circulate.
Panicked and unprepared, Felix stammered, “I… I don’t have them with me.”
Feeling the walls closing in, Felix made a desperate decision to escape. He fled the auction house, overwhelmed with fear and uncertainty about the legal trouble he might face.
Back home, Felix was plagued by thoughts of the box and its potential to change their lives. Realizing he needed proof of the box’s legitimacy, he knew he had to return to Mrs. White’s house to find it.
Late that night, Felix sneaked into Mrs. White’s house, frantically searching for any documents that might prove his claim to the box. Despite his desperate efforts, he found nothing.
As his frustration grew, a sudden noise startled him. He turned to see Henry standing in the doorway.
“I knew you’d come,” Henry said, his voice carrying a mix of disappointment and resignation. “After I heard about the auction, I figured you’d show up here looking for something to legitimize your claim to that box.”
Feeling trapped and defenseless, Felix listened as Henry outlined his conditions.
“Felix, you’ve made a grave mistake,” Henry continued, his tone stern. “Breaking and entering is a criminal offense. But I’m willing to overlook it if you do exactly as I say.”
Henry’s terms were harsh but straightforward. “You have until tomorrow. Bring the box to me, or I’ll have no choice but to report this to the police. They’ll be very interested in your little nocturnal visit.”
Feeling defeated and realizing he had no real choice, Felix reluctantly agreed. Henry escorted him out, and Felix returned home, overwhelmed by the seriousness of his predicament.
Felix weighed his limited options: he could either surrender the box to Henry, avoiding legal trouble but forfeiting any potential financial gain, or take a risk that could jeopardize his and Alice’s future.
In his turmoil, Felix decided to send Alice to her grandmother’s house, far from the looming trouble. He packed a bag for her, including the box, as a precaution.
Just then, Alice appeared, noticing her father’s distress. “Dad, what’s going on? You look upset,” she asked with innocent concern.
Felix knew he had to explain everything to Alice. He paced his living room, the gravity of their situation weighing heavily on him.
“Alice,” he began, trying to keep his voice steady, “this box is really important. It’s worth $250,000, and it could change our lives. But I can’t keep it. I need you to take it to Grandma in Virginia.”
Alice, overwhelmed by the news, asked, “But why can’t you come with me, Dad?”
Felix sighed deeply. “I might not be around for a little while, sweetheart. There’s a chance I’ll have to… go away for some time. But I promise it won’t be forever. I’ll do everything I can to come back to you.”
As they packed, Felix reassured Alice of her strength and the importance of their plan. At the bus station, amidst a heartfelt goodbye, he watched her board the bus, feeling a piece of his heart leave with her.
Returning home to the heavy silence of the now-empty house, Felix made a crucial decision.
He picked up the phone and called Henry. “I don’t have the box, Henry. It’s out of my hands,” he said firmly. “I’m ready to turn myself in. You can call the police.”
Soon, the police arrived and took Felix away without resistance. As he was led out, his thoughts were solely focused on Alice’s safety and their future.
Months later, in prison, Felix’s routine was suddenly interrupted by a guard’s commanding voice. “Pack your things and come with me!”
Confused but hopeful, Felix followed the guard, his mind racing with possibilities. When they arrived, he was met with a sight that filled him with immense relief and joy: Alice was waiting for him.
“Dad,” she said, her voice breaking through the gloom of his prison life, her presence instantly lifting his spirits.
Alice explained that she had finally unlocked the box and discovered documents and a letter from Mrs. White. The letter revealed that Mrs. White wanted Felix to inherit the box. With this newfound evidence, Alice managed to secure his release.
“I couldn’t believe it myself, Dad,” Alice said, her eyes shining with determination. “After you sent me away, I kept thinking about the box, about the code… And then, one day, it just clicked!”
Felix was deeply moved by Mrs. White’s final act of kindness and Alice’s unwavering resolve.
“So, I took those papers and found a buyer who collects antiques like this one. They didn’t just buy the box, Dad. They also helped me find a lawyer, explained bail, and how we could fight the case.”
Reunited, Felix and Alice embraced tightly, ready to face their new beginning. “We don’t have to worry anymore,” Alice assured him. “We have enough to start over, but more importantly, we have each other. And we’re going to get through this, one step at a time.”
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