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Everybody Stared At Dirty Pregnant Girl in Grocery Store, It Was Clear She Needed Help – Story of the Day

Camila Santiago
Jul 18, 2021
08:00 P.M.
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A dirty pregnant girl went to the grocery store. Most visitors looked at her with disgust, but then she got what she did not even expect.


I’ll never forget the day I met Annette. I was waiting in line at the grocery store when I saw her coming into the store by the front door. I wasn’t the only one who noticed her but everyone in there.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t because she’s a stunning woman, in fact, she is, but the conditions she was living in at the time left her miserable.

I was waiting in line at the grocery when she approached me. | Source: Shutterstock


While I was waiting my turn, I was able to observe her. I heard people around me whispering things like, “Ew, who let her come inside? That's disgusting!”

Anette grabbed the cheapest soap and walked towards me. She looked at me, teary-eyed, and asked: “Excuse me, could you buy me a bar of soap? It's the cheapest one...”

“Sure, my dear.”

Anette took the soap bar after I paid and said a shy 'thank you' to me and left the store.

When I saw her running out of the store, I followed her. | Source: Unsplash


I couldn’t let her leave like this. So I ran out of the store and followed her. I approached her and asked her to join me, “Wait, don’t go! I want you to have lunch with me!”

I saw a smile on her face as a way of saying ‘yes.’

I bought us sandwiches, and we sat on a bench at the park. I wanted to understand how such a young and beautiful girl ended up on the streets.

Annette finally told me why she ended up in the streets | Source: Pexel


“What happened to you, my dear? I mean, if you're ok sharing it with me...”

Anette started: “Six months ago my boyfriend talked me into moving in with him. It was all I wanted but my mother was a strict and harsh woman. I told her I was already 18 and I could make my own decision…” she paused and took a deep breath, “so I decided to go against my mom’s will. I’m not sure if this was the right decision, though.”

Annette held her baby bump as she told me her story. | Source: Unsplash


The girl continued, “I packed my stuff and when I was leaving my mom said that if I step out of the house, I wouldn't be her daughter anymore!”

Annette got emotional but she wanted to share the story with me, “But our happiness didn’t last. When I got pregnant, he kicked me out of his house. I tried to go back to my mom’s but she didn’t take me back, so I ended up on the streets.”

“When she opened the door,” continued Annette, wiping her tears, “my mom said that I could give birth on the streets, and she wouldn't care…”

I listened to Annette tell her story while we were seated at a park bench. | Source: Unsplash


Tears welled up in my eyes when I heard her story, and I knew I couldn’t just leave her in the streets.

“Annette, I can’t leave you here. Come with me, I’ll take care of you!”

I let her have a bath, cut her hair, gave her my old clothes, and offered her to stay with me for a while. Even though I knew I was doing the right thing, thoughts weighed heavily on me at night.

I couldn't sleep a wink that night. | Source: Unsplash


“What if she’s a thief and made up that story? What if she’s not who she said she is?”

That night, I couldn’t sleep a wink. I kept having all these negative thoughts… But all my concerns dissipated in the morning when I woke up to the smell of fresh pancakes.

Annette prepared pancakes for breakfast | Source: Unsplash


She made all the effort she could to show her gratitude. My gut feeling was telling me I did the right thing, but sometimes my mind would wander and I would get caught up in these thoughts, such as “What if she’s doing this to earn my trust and then do something bad to me?”

But I decided to listen to my heart and I allowed her to stay with me. One day, Annette asked me this over coffee: “Why are you doing this for me, Jane?”

I knew this day would come. Annette and I were becoming closer to each other, so I wanted to share my story with her as well. “Ok darling, get ready because I want to show you something…”


Annette drove us to a place outside town. | Source: Unsplash

We drove outside town and I parked the car in front of the cemetery. “Why are we here?” asked Annette.


“Because I want to show you my daughter… I didn’t have time to show her how much I loved her. You remind me of her. If she was alive, she would be your age today…”

“What you’re doing to me, it’s so much more than I could’ve asked for… thank you so much, Jane!” said Annette and she gave me a warm hug.

Annette gave me the warmest hug. | Source: Unsplash


She took my hands and said, looking into my eyes, “I don’t mean to replace your daughter and you won’t replace my mother either. But we can be a family… I’d love it if you could be part of my life and my child's…”

“Absolutely, my dear! We can choose our family, and I choose you!”

A few months later, Annette gave birth to a wonderful boy and I’m grateful to God for letting me hold in my arms such a loving and beautiful baby in my golden years. After so many years of feeling lonely, I have the love of a family again!

Annette and her baby are now my family. | Source: Unsplash

What can we learn from this story?
  1. Sometimes our closest people aren’t the ones who aren't our blood. Annette got help from a woman she didn’t know when her own mother and boyfriend turned their back on her. She and Jane became a family.
  2. We should always listen to our hearts. Jane was a bit hesitant if she should or should not help Annette but decided to listen to her intuition and ended up being right.

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