At the Orphanage, We Discovered a Child Who Was the Spitting Image of Our Daughter

My Wife and I Went to an Orphanage to Adopt a Child and Found Our Daughter’s Exact Double!

“Are you ready, Emily? As my wife walked downstairs, I tied my shoes and remarked, “My mom will watch Sophia, so we have the entire day.” She was fiddling with her blouse and appeared anxious.

“I believe so, David,” she muttered. “I simply… I’m hoping that this is the appropriate choice. What happens if the child dislikes us?

“We’ve been preparing for this for months,” I replied, holding her hands. You’ve read about adoption in great detail. We’re prepared. Who could resist your pancakes, anyway?

Emily’s cheeks flushed as she chuckled. “I appreciate your faith in me.”

My first marriage’s five-year-old daughter, Sophia, peered out of the living room. “Mom, may I have pancakes tomorrow?”

Emily’s expression softened. “Obviously, my love.” She grinned, but there was a trace of melancholy in her eyes. Despite her affection for Sophia, I knew she had always wished to be called “Mommy” by a child.

Nervous excitement permeated the car as we went to the shelter. Emily twisted her wedding ring and gazed out the window.

“Are you alright?” I inquired.

She was honest when she said, “I’m scared.” “What if we are unable to locate a child who resembles us?”

I took her hand. “We’ll. You claim that love always finds a way.

The director of the shelter gave us a warm welcome when we got there. Mrs. Graham had gentle eyes and was an elderly woman. “I am very happy that you are here,” she said.

With a courteous grin, Emily answered, “Thank you, Mrs. Graham.” “We’re a little anxious and excited.”

“That’s typical,” Mrs. Graham remarked. “First, let’s talk in my office.”

We described our search in her comfortable office, which was filled with family pictures. “Any background is welcome,” I stated. “All we want is to feel connected.”

Mrs. Graham gave a nod. “I get it. The playroom is where we should go. You will be able to tell when it feels right because each child is different.

The sound of children laughing, playing games, and painting filled the playroom. When Emily noticed a boy constructing a block tower, her eyes brightened.

“Hey there!” girl kneeling next to him exclaimed. That skyscraper is quite tall. What is your name?

The youngster smiled and said, “Eli.” “Avoid tipping it over!”

“I swear I won’t,” Emily chuckled.

I talked to a girl who was sketching on a chalkboard. “What are you producing?” I inquired.

“A unicorn,” she declared with pride. “Are you a father?”

“I am,” I said. “Are you fond of fathers?”

She shrugged and said, “They’re okay.”

I looked across the room at Emily, who had a happy but hesitant expression on her face. The thought of choose only one child was difficult.

Then my shoulder was lightly tapped. A young child, perhaps five years old, with large, inquisitive eyes, caught my attention as I turned around.

“Are you my new father?” she inquired with assurance.

I went cold. She had the same round cheeks, dimples, and honey-brown hair as Sophia.

“I, um.” What I said stuck.

As though she already knew the answer, the girl cocked her head and studied me. Then she extended her hand, showing her wrist with a birthmark in the shape of a crescent. My heart pounded. Sophia’s mark was in the same place.

I muttered, “Emily,” gesturing to my wife. Her face was white as she took a step closer. “Observe her wrist.”

Emily’s eyes got bigger. “David, she is.”

The girl gave a bashful smile. She held up a jigsaw piece and asked, “Do you like puzzles?” “I’m very skilled at them.”

“What’s your name?” My voice trembled as I asked.

“Angel,” she exclaimed with joy. “It fits me,” stated the woman here.

Angel. If we ever had another daughter, Lisa, my ex-wife, had requested that name. My thoughts were racing.

Lisa had shown up at my house four years prior, tense and jittery. She said, “David, I have to tell you something.” At the time of our divorce, I was expecting. I was at a loss for words. You own the daughter I had. I am unable to care for her. Will you?

Sophia entered my life in this way. However, twins? Lisa never brought up twins.

I returned to the here and now. Angel continued to smile. I moved over and dialed Lisa’s phone, saying, “I need to make a call.”

David? Lisa gave a startled response.

“A girl that resembles Sophia is in the shelter. Her birthmark is same. Sophia’s twin is Lisa. Describe.

Silence fell. “I didn’t think you’d find out,” Lisa whispered softly.

“You were aware?” Stunned, I inquired.

“Yes,” she acknowledged. “I couldn’t manage two infants.” I gave you Sophia with the intention of returning later for Angel, but I never did. I felt embarrassed.

“Angel is coming home with me, Lisa,” I responded, attempting to maintain my composure. She is my daughter.

After hesitating, Lisa whispered, “David, take care of her. She is deserving of the best.

I hung up, attempting to take it all in. Angel was Sophia’s twin, not just a young child with a similar appearance.

I made my way back to Emily, who was assisting Angel with a puzzle while kneeling next to him. I declared, “She is ours.”

With tears in her eyes, Emily nodded. “I knew already.”

Angel raised his head. “Are you my new parents?”

“Yes,” I said to Angel. “That’s precisely who we are.”

Emily gave her a firm hug. She said, “We’ve been waiting for you.”

Angel laughed. “I was aware of it.”

The adoption procedure proceeded swiftly. Angel formally joined our family a week later.

Sophia was waiting with her favorite stuffed animal on the day we brought her home. When she saw Angel, her eyes brightened.

“Who’s that, Daddy?” she inquired.

“This is Angel, Sophia. She is your twin and sister.

Sophia’s mouth fell open. “Twin? Are we the same? She gave Angel a firm hug.

The girls remained inseparable after that day. As we watched, Emily and I were overcome with thankfulness.

Emily wiped away her tears and replied, “We did it.”

“No,” I replied. “They did.”

Five years later, there is a lot of love and fun in our house. Angel and Sophia exchange adventures and secrets. Emily treasures each second.

I turned to Emily one night as the girls were dancing together. “Do you think we’ve come this far?”

“At all times,” she grinned.

As I watched them, I came to understand that family is about the love we choose to give, not just biology. As always, love found a way.