I Adopted Four Siblings Who Were Going to Be Split Up – a Year Later, a Stranger Showed Up and Revealed the Truth About Their Biological Parents
“Praying for them.”
Not a single person writing, “We’ll take them.”
I set my phone down.
Then picked it back up.
I knew the feeling of leaving a hospital with no one beside you.
Those children had already buried their parents.
And now the plan was to separate them, too.
I barely slept that night. Every time I shut my eyes, I pictured four kids sitting in some office, fingers intertwined, waiting to find out who was being taken away.
By morning, the post was still there. A phone number sat at the bottom. Before I could second-guess myself, I pressed call.
“Child Services, this is Karen,” a woman answered.
“Hi,” I said. “My name is Michael Ross. I saw the post about the four siblings. Are they still… needing a home?”
There was a pause.
“Yes,” she replied. “They are.”
“Can I come in and talk about them?”
She sounded caught off guard. “Of course. We can meet this afternoon.”
On the drive there, I kept repeating to myself, You’re just gathering information.
But deep down, I knew that wasn’t the truth.
In her office, Karen placed a folder in front of me.
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