I’ve learned to be strong for my daughter Emma since I’m a single mom. From her father leaving to her fight with cancer, we’ve had our fair share of problems. But I was not ready for the treat that we were in for on a cold December evening.
Max, our Labrador, and I went for a walk in the woods to start. As we walked through the quiet, the snow crunched under our feet. Max quickly ran into the trees, and I followed him. I then saw them: two little girls huddled together and shaking from the cold. They said their names were Willow and Isabelle, and said they were nine-year-old twins who had been living in a nearby shed that had been left empty.
I felt bad for them and knew I had to help. I took them home, gave them warm soup, and made sure they had a nice place to sleep. I woke up the next morning to weird sounds coming from Emma’s room. I rushed in because I was scared of what I might find.
Instead, I saw something that made my heart warm. The twins put on a magic show for Emma while standing next to her bed in outfits they had made out of things they had lying around. Emma, who had been sick and having a hard time, was laughing and happy, and her eyes were shining with happiness.
At that very moment, I knew that these twins were really a blessing. They made our lives fun and magical, and I couldn’t picture losing them. I chose to adopt them and make them a part of our family while I watched them perform.
It wasn’t easy, but it was worth it. Thank goodness for the surprise turn of events that brought us together, our family is now complete. We’re grateful for every moment we spend with the twins because they have given our lives new meaning and joy.
When I think about that cold December evening, I remember that the best things can come from the strangest events. And I will always be grateful for that.
