My wife and I had long dreamed of growing our family. After learning we wouldn’t be able to have children together, we embraced life as a trio—just the two of us and my energetic five-year-old daughter, Sophia, from a previous marriage. Still, something in our hearts told us there was more love to give, and we began the journey toward adoption.
On adoption day, we arrived at the orphanage filled with hope and nervous excitement. The director, Mrs. García, welcomed us kindly and guided us through the initial process before inviting us into the playroom. Children’s laughter filled the air as we joined in with puzzles, games, and gentle conversations.
While every child left an impression, we waited for that unmistakable feeling—that quiet knowing that we had found the missing piece of our family.
Then, I felt a light tap on my shoulder.
Turning around, I met the eyes of a little girl who looked strikingly familiar. Her eyes held the same sparkle as Sophia’s, and then I noticed the crescent-shaped birthmark on her wrist—just like my daughter’s. For a moment, the world stood still.
The little girl smiled and asked, “Are you my new daddy? I just know you are.”
Trying to steady my voice, I gently asked her name.
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