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
“I know this house,” Tessa whispered.
“This was our house,” Owen said.
“You remember it?” I asked.
“The swing is still there!”
They all nodded.
I unlocked the door with the key Susan had given me. Inside, it was empty, but they moved like they knew it by heart. Ruby ran to the back door.
“The swing is still there!” she yelled.
Cole pointed at a section of the wall. “Mom marked our heights here. Look.”
You could see faint pencil lines under the paint.
“Why are we here?”
Tessa stood in a small bedroom. “My bed was there. I had purple curtains.”
Owen went into the kitchen, put his hand on the counter, and said, “Dad burned pancakes here every Saturday.”
After a while, Owen came back to me.
“Why are we here?” he asked.
I crouched down. “Because your mom and dad took care of you. They put this house and some money in your names. It all belongs to you four. For your future.”
“They didn’t want us split up?”
“Even though they’re gone?” Tessa asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “Even though. They planned for you. And they wrote that they wanted you together. Always together.”
“They didn’t want us split up?” Owen asked.
“Not ever. That part was very clear.”
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