My Wife and I Went to an Orphanage to Adopt a Child and Found a Girl Who Is a Carbon Copy of Our Daughter
When my wife Emily and I visited an orphanage to adopt, we never expected to meet a little girl who looked exactly like our 5-year-old daughter Sophia. The shock deepened when we uncovered the unimaginable truth.
Nervous but excited, we arrived at the shelter. In the bustling playroom, Emily bonded with a boy building blocks while I chatted with a girl drawing unicorns. Then, a tiny tap on my shoulder: a 5-year-old with honey-brown hair, round cheeks, and deep dimples stood before me.
“Are you my new dad?” she asked confidently.
My heart stopped—she was Sophia’s mirror image. Then I saw it: a crescent-shaped birthmark on her wrist, identical to Sophia’s.
“Emily, look!” I whispered. My wife paled, gripping a table.
“What’s your name?” I asked, kneeling.
“Angel,” she beamed, holding up a puzzle piece.
Angel. The name hit like lightning—my ex-wife Lisa had wanted it for our next daughter.
Flashback: Four years ago, post-divorce, Lisa confessed she was pregnant with Sophia and gave her to me. But twins? She’d never mentioned.
I called Lisa. “There’s a girl here—Sophia’s twin. Explain.”
Silence, then sobs: “I had twins but couldn’t handle two. I gave Sophia to you for a better life, planned to reclaim Angel later. I was ashamed… I never did.”
“You lied about my child!” I exploded, then calmed. “I’m taking her home.”
“I understand,” Lisa whispered. “She deserves the world.”
Back in the playroom, Emily hugged Angel. “She’s ours,” I said. Angel giggled: “I knew it!”
The adoption finalized in a week. Homecoming: Sophia clutched her bear. “This is Angel—your twin!”
The girls embraced, inseparable from then on, comparing birthmarks and giggles.
Five years later, our home echoes with twin laughter. Emily cherishes every chaotic moment. Watching them dance, I turned to her: “Love found a way.”
And it created our miracle.
