“Angel,” she replied.
The name hit me with surprising force. Years ago, during my first marriage, my ex-wife and I had chosen the name “Angel” for a child we never had. Feeling a wave of emotion, I stepped aside and called Lisa, my ex-wife. I shared what I had seen, and after a long pause, she admitted something she’d never told me before: after our separation, she had given birth to twins. Overwhelmed and without support, she had made the difficult decision to place one child for adoption.
My heart filled with emotion. “Angel is our daughter,” I said. “She deserves to come home.”
Lisa responded quietly, “Please take care of her. She’s always been loved.”
With tearful eyes, I knelt beside Angel. “Yes,” I said, holding her hand, “I’m your daddy.”
My wife joined us in a warm embrace. “We’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered.
When we brought Angel home, Sophia stood at the front door with her favorite teddy bear in hand. At first, she looked stunned. Then her face broke into a beaming smile as she ran to hug her sister. “You’re my sister!” she exclaimed.
From that day on, they became best friends and partners in every childhood adventure imaginable.
Five years have passed. Our home is now filled with laughter, shared stories, and the joyful noise of two sisters growing up together. In welcoming Angel, we were reminded that family is not just about biology—it’s about connection, love, and the quiet miracles that can change everything.