My wife and I went to an orphanage to adopt a child and found a girl who was the exact copy of our daughter
My wife and I had long hoped to grow our family, but when we learned she couldn’t have children, we embraced life as a trio: her, me, and my spirited five-year-old daughter, Sophia, from my first marriage. After much soul-searching, we decided to adopt, certain that another child deserved the love of a forever home.
On adoption day, we arrived at the orphanage brimming with anticipation. Mrs. García, the warm-hearted director, guided us through an interview before leading us into the playroom, where laughter echoed. We sat among the children, helping them with puzzles and swapping stories. Each one tugged at our hearts, but we waited to feel that unspoken bond.
Then I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. Turning, I came face-to-face with a little girl whose eyes mirrored Sophia’s exactly. My breath caught when I spotted the crescent-shaped birthmark on her wrist—identical to my daughter’s. A rush of disbelief and hope surged through me.
She smiled shyly and said, “Are you my new daddy? I just know you are.”
My voice trembled as I asked her name. “Angel,” she replied softly.
Angel. The name struck me like lightning— it was the very name my ex-wife had chosen for a daughter we never had. Heart racing, I called Lisa. When she answered, I blurted out, “There’s a girl here who looks and even has the same birthmark as Sophia. Angel—do you know her?” After a heavy pause, she confessed: when we divorced, she’d given birth to twins but, overwhelmed and without support, had placed one up for adoption.
“Angel is our daughter,” I said, tears in my eyes. “She belongs with her family.”
Lisa’s voice cracked. “I know. Please love her for me.”
I hung up, knelt beside Angel, and took her small hand. “Yes, Angel. I’m your daddy.” My wife wrapped us both in a warm embrace. “We’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered.
When we brought Angel home, Sophia stood at the door clutching her teddy bear. At first she stared in astonishment; then her face lit up, and she ran forward to hug her. “You’re my sister!” she exclaimed. From that moment on, they were inseparable partners in adventure.
Five years have passed, and our home overflows with laughter, secrets, and shared dreams. In finding Angel, we discovered that love doesn’t just open doors—it works miracles.