The appearance of that girl at the orphanage was so strikingly similar to that of my own daughter that it was almost unreal. Not only did she have the same hair, grin, and eyes, but she also had the same crescent-shaped birthmark on her wrist, which was the element that shocked everyone the most.
The marriage that I had with Caroline, who was my first wife, did not endure very long. She gave birth to our daughter Olivia, and shortly after that, we broke up and never saw each other again. The fact was that we were from two different worlds and never really got along with each other.
It was great with me that she was not interested in being a part of Olivia’s life because I was more than willing to participate in both of those roles.
Once I met Claire, I was able to successfully balance the responsibilities of taking care of my girl and working full-time.
A connection was made between her and Olivia almost immediately, and the incorporation of her into our lives seemed like a piece of the puzzle that had been missing for a long time had finally been put in place.
We had been married for a year when we made the decision to adopt. We made the decision to adopt a child who was in need of a loving home since adoption was the only choice available to us. Claire expressed her desire to have a larger family, and we decided to embrace adoption.
Initially, we began the process, which required us to fill out forms and attend interviews; but, in the end, it was all worth it because life surprised us in the most magnificent way possible.
After Claire and I arrived at the orphanage, Mrs. Alvarez greeted us and expressed her gratitude for our presence. She had a generous nature and was always willing to lend a hand.
I started a conversation with a young boy when we were carrying on conversations with the youngsters who were participating in a variety of hobbies, such as sketching, building bricks, and reading. Nevertheless, I felt a tap on my shoulder just as I was going to give assistance with the coloring.
“Have you recently become a father?” a young girl inquired of me.
As I looked at her, I lost my composure. Exactly like my daughter, she was a perfect replica of her. When I looked at Olivia, it felt as if someone was pulling a joke on me from behind my back.
However, after that, she extended her hand to me and introduced herself calling herself Angel.
While I was shaking her little hand, I became aware of the birthmark that was located on her wrist. It was similar to the one that Olivia had in her possession.
What exactly is going on here? And I questioned myself.
I was approached by Claire when she became aware that something was not quite right. I just pointed out to Angel that we needed to speak to the manager of the orphanage, and I stated that we needed to know this.
It was unfortunate that they were unable to provide us with much information, other than the fact that Angel was abandoned in front of the orphanages when she was only one day old.
A date that was too familiar to be a coincidence was provided to me when I inquired about the date that Angel arrived at the orphanage.
As Claire and I were leaving the orphanage, I became aware that it was imperative for me to address my ex-wife.
Although it had been five years since I had last spoken to her, I could not deny the fact that this was of such critical importance. She was certain that she had all of the answers to the questions that had been causing me to have a lot of mental confusion.
Caroline’s response to my inquiry about Angel was that she was unable to articulate her thoughts. Her words were, “I… I…”
My anger was growing, and I insisted that Caroline just say it. “Just say it,” I said.
Afterwards, she began to cry and stated that Angel was our firstborn child. She gave birth to twins five years ago, and she believed that it would be best if I took one of the girls while she nursed the other. She felt that this would be the greatest option. However, she was aware that she was unable to retain Angel at that time, so she placed her at the orphanage in the hope that she would be able to retrieve her once she had regained her footing of independence. That, unfortunately, did not take place.
The good news is that I was able to locate my girl, and Claire was overjoyed that we will be adopting her.
Angel and Olivia’s first encounter was a moment that will live long in the memory. Olivia was stunned and remarked that it felt as if she was gazing at herself in the mirror. Angel continued to smile throughout the entire transaction.
Our family was now complete in every way. What could have possibly been more surprising than the fact that our desire to adopt a child would lead me to my own biological daughter? The nature of life is absolutely unpredictable.
