When we adopted Bobby, a silent five-year-old boy, we thought time and love would heal his pain. But on his sixth birthday, he shattered our lives with five words: “My parents are alive.” What happened next revealed truths we never saw coming.
I always thought becoming a mother would be natural and effortless. But life had other plans.
When Bobby spoke those words, it wasn’t just his first sentence. It was the beginning of a journey that would test our love, our patience, and everything we believed about family.
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I used to think life was perfect. I had a loving husband, a cozy home, and a steady job that let me pursue my hobbies.
But something was missing. Something I felt in every quiet moment and every glance at the empty second bedroom.
I wanted a child.
When Jacob and I decided to start trying, I was so hopeful. I pictured late-night feedings, messy art projects, and watching our little one grow.
But months turned into years, and that picture never came to life.
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We tried everything from fertility treatments to visiting the best specialists in town. Each time, we were met with the same answer: “I’m sorry.”
The day it all came crashing down is etched in my mind.
We’d just left yet another fertility clinic. The doctor’s words echoed in my head.
“There’s nothing more we can do,” he’d said. “Adoption might be your best option.”
I held it together until we got home. As soon as I walked into our living room, I collapsed on the sofa, sobbing uncontrollably.
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Jacob followed me.
“Alicia, what happened?” he asked. “Talk to me, please.”
I shook my head, barely able to get the words out. “I just… I don’t understand. Why is this happening to us? All I’ve ever wanted is to be a mom, and now it’s never going to happen.”
“It’s not fair. I know,” he said as he sat beside me and pulled me close. “But maybe there’s another way. Maybe we don’t have to stop here.”
“You mean adoption?” My voice cracked as I looked at him. “Do you really think it’s the same? I don’t even know if I can love a child that isn’t mine.”
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Jacob’s hands framed my face, and his eyes locked on mine.
“Alicia, you have more love in you than anyone I know. Biology doesn’t define a parent. Love does. And you… you’re a mom in every way that matters.”
His words lingered in my mind over the next few days. I replayed our conversation every time doubt crept in.
Could I really do this? Could I be the mother a child deserved, even if they weren’t biologically mine?
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Finally, one morning, as I watched Jacob sipping his coffee at the kitchen table, I made my decision.
“I’m ready,” I said quietly.
He looked up, his eyes filled with hope. “For what?”
“For adoption,” I announced.
“What?” Jacob’s face lit up. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”
“Wait,” I said, raising a brow. “You’ve already been thinking about this, haven’t you?”
He laughed.
“Maybe a little,” he confessed. “I’ve been researching foster homes nearby. There’s one not too far. We could visit this weekend if you’re ready.”
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“Let’s do this,” I nodded. “Let’s visit the foster home this weekend.”
The weekend arrived faster than I expected. As we drove to the foster home, I stared out the window, trying to calm my nerves.
“What if they don’t like us?” I whispered.
“They’ll love us,” Jacob said, squeezing my hand. “And if they don’t, we’ll figure it out. Together.”
When we arrived, a kind woman named Mrs. Jones greeted us at the door. She led us inside while telling us about the place.
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“We have some wonderful children I’d love for you to meet,” she said, guiding us to a playroom filled with laughter and chatter.
As my eyes scanned the room, they stopped on a little boy sitting in the corner. He wasn’t playing like the others. He was watching.
His big eyes were so full of thought, and they seemed to see right through me.
“Hi there,” I said, crouching down beside him. “What’s your name?”
He stared at me, silent.
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That’s when my gaze shifted from him to Mrs. Jones.
“Is he, uh, does he not talk?” I asked.
“Oh, Bobby talks,” she chuckled. “He’s just shy. Give him time, and he’ll come around.”
I turned back to Bobby, my heart aching for this quiet little boy.
“It’s nice to meet you, Bobby,” I said, even though he didn’t respond.
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Later, in her office, Mrs. Jones told us his story.
Bobby had been abandoned as a baby and left near another foster home with a note that read, His parents are dead, and I’m not ready to care for the boy.
“He’s been through more than most adults ever will,” she said. “But he’s a sweet, smart boy. He just needs someone to believe in him. Someone to care for him. And love him.”
At that point, I didn’t need more convincing. I was ready to welcome him into our lives.
“We want him,” I said, looking at Jacob.
He nodded. “Absolutely.”
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As we signed the paperwork and prepared to bring Bobby home, I felt something I hadn’t felt in years. Hope.
I didn’t know what challenges lay ahead, but I knew one thing for certain. We were ready to love this little boy with everything we had.
And that was only the beginning.
When we brought Bobby home, our lives changed in ways we never could have imagined.
From the moment he walked into our house, we wanted him to feel safe and loved. We decorated his room with bright colors, shelves full of books, and his favorite dinosaurs.
But Bobby remained silent.
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He observed everything with those big, thoughtful eyes like he was trying to figure out if this was real or just temporary. Jacob and I poured every ounce of love we had into him, hoping he’d open up.
“Do you want to help me bake cookies, Bobby?” I’d ask, crouching down to his level.
He’d nod, his tiny fingers grabbing the cookie cutters, but he never said a word.
One day, Jacob took him to soccer practice and cheered on from the sidelines.
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“Great kick, buddy! You’ve got this!” he shouted.
But Bobby? He just smiled faintly and stayed quiet.
At night, I read him bedtime stories.
“Once upon a time,” I’d begin, peeking over the book to see if he was paying attention.
He always was, but he never spoke.
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Months passed like this. We didn’t push him because we knew he needed time.
Then his sixth birthday approached, and Jacob and I decided to throw him a small party. Just the three of us and a cake with little dinosaurs on top.
The look on his face when he saw the cake was worth every bit of effort.
“Do you like it, Bobby?” Jacob asked.
Bobby nodded and smiled at us.
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As we lit the candles and sang “Happy Birthday,” I noticed Bobby staring at us intently. When the song ended, he blew out the candles, and for the first time, he spoke.
“My parents are alive,” he said softly.
Jacob and I exchanged shocked glances, unsure if we’d heard him correctly.
“What did you say, sweetheart?” I asked, kneeling beside him.
He looked up at me and repeated the same words.
“My parents are alive.”
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I couldn’t believe my ears.
How could he know that? Was he remembering something? Had someone told him?
My mind raced, but Bobby said nothing more that night.
Later, as I tucked him into bed, he clutched his new stuffed dinosaur and whispered, “At the foster place, the grownups said my real mommy and daddy didn’t want me. They’re not dead. They just gave me away.”
His words broke my heart and made me curious about the foster home. Were his parents really alive? Why didn’t Mrs. Jones tell us this?
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The next day, Jacob and I returned to the foster home to confront Mrs. Jones. We needed answers.
When we told her what Bobby had said, she looked uncomfortable.
“I… I didn’t want you to find out this way,” she admitted, wringing her hands. “But the boy is right. His parents are alive. They’re wealthy and, uh, they didn’t want a child with health issues. They paid my boss to keep it quiet. I didn’t agree with it, but it wasn’t my call.”
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“What health issues?” I asked.
“He wasn’t well when they abandoned him, but his illness was temporary,” she explained. “He’s all good now.”
“And the story about that note? Was it all made up?”
“Yes,” she confessed. “We made that story up because our boss said so. I’m sorry for that.”
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Her words felt like a betrayal. How could someone abandon their own child? And for what? Because he wasn’t perfect in their eyes?
When we got home, we explained everything to Bobby in the simplest way we could. But he was adamant.
“I wanna see them,” he said, clutching his stuffed dinosaur tightly.
Despite our reservations, we knew we had to honor his request. So, we asked Mrs. Jones for his parents’ address and contact details.
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At first, she didn’t allow us to contact them. But when we told her about Bobby’s situation and how he was so desperate to see them, she was compelled to change her decision.
Soon, we drove Bobby to his parents’ place. We had no idea how he’d react, but we were sure this would help him heal.
When we reached the towering gates of the mansion, Bobby’s eyes lit up in a way we’d never seen before.
As we parked our car and walked toward it, he clung to my hand and his fingers tightly gripped mine as if he’d never let go.
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Jacob knocked on the door, and a few moments later, a well-dressed couple appeared. Their polished smiles faltered the second they saw Bobby.
“Can we help you?” the woman asked in a shaky voice.
“This is Bobby,” Jacob said. “Your son.”
They looked at Bobby with wide eyes.
“Are you my mommy and daddy?” the little boy asked.
The couple looked at each other and it seemed like they wanted to disappear. They were embarrassed and started explaining why they gave their child up.
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“We thought,” the man began. “We thought we were doing the right thing. We couldn’t handle a sick child. We believed someone else could give him a better life.”
I felt my anger rising, but before I could say anything, Bobby stepped forward.
“Why didn’t you keep me?” he asked, looking straight into his birth parents’ eyes.
“We, uh, we didn’t know how to help you,” the woman said in a shaky voice.
Bobby frowned. “I think you didn’t even try…”
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Then, he turned to me.
“Mommy,” he began. “I don’t want to go with the people who left me. I don’t like them. I want to be with you and Daddy.”
Tears filled my eyes as I knelt beside him.
“You don’t have to go with them,” I whispered. “We’re your family now, Bobby. We’re never letting you go.”
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Jacob placed a protective hand on Bobby’s shoulder.
“Yes, we’re never letting you go,” he said.
The couple said nothing except awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other. Their body language told me they were ashamed, but not one word of apology escaped their lips.
As we left that mansion, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace. That day, Bobby had chosen us, just as we had chosen him.
His actions made me realize we weren’t just his adoptive parents. We were his real family.
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Bobby flourished after that day, his smile growing brighter and his laughter filling our home. He began to trust us completely, sharing his thoughts, his dreams, and even his fears.
Watching him thrive, Jacob and I felt our family was finally complete. We loved it when Bobby called us “Mommy” and “Daddy” with pride.
And every time he did, it reminded me that love, not biology, is what makes a family.
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For 10 Years Old Man Sits on a Chair by the Sea Daily, One Day Two Boys See the Chair Empty – Story of the Day
Two brothers would see an old man sitting by the sea every day on the same chair. One day, they were bothered when they found the chair empty and decided to find out why.
Adam, 8, and Peter, 10, visited the seaside with their mom Alice every day. They would walk together along the shore, enjoying the sea breeze.
Every single day, they would come across an old man who would sit motionlessly on a chair, watching the waves. “Mom, is that man okay?” Adam asked one day.
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“He is, sweetheart. He just likes to be alone. People have tried to talk to him, but he always just tries to avoid people. Let’s not bother him,” Alice replied.
The brothers couldn’t help but feel drawn towards the old man. They were curious as to why he would sit motionlessly on the same chair every day.
One day, they thought of a plan to approach him. While playing catch, they threw the frisbee in his direction so that they could come closer. When they ran up and apologized, the old man said, “You threw it here on purpose. I know you did… You,” he said, pointing at Adam, “you are great at throwing. And you,” the old man smiled, pointing at Peter, “are great at catching. So I know this was not an accident.”
The brothers’ eyes widened in shock. They didn’t know that the old man had been observing them, too.
For some reason, despite Alice knowing that the man didn’t talk to other people, he indulged the two boys in a long conversation. After they introduced one another, Peter finally asked the question they’ve been longing to ask: “Sir, why do you sit out here every day and watch the sea?”
“Well, I am here waiting for my brother. I have been waiting here for 10 years,” he responded. Adam and Peter looked at each other, confused.
“We were in the army together and were separated and sent to different countries. This happened a long time ago. When we last saw each other, we promised to meet at the same place, right here, where we constantly used to walk with our mother,” the old man explained.
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“You wait for your brother every day?” Adam asked. “How do you know he’s still coming?” he asked. The old man smiled at Adam’s innocence.
“That’s the thing. I don’t know if he’s coming. I used to come, years ago, but my work transferred me to another city. Now, for the past 10 years of living here, I’ve been coming daily. They gave me his army dog tag, but they never found him. He is still missing,” he said, taking his brother’s dog tag out of his pocket.
Adam and Peter were sitting beside each other at that moment. The old man patted their heads and said, “That’s why you must take care of each other, boys. Brotherly love is the greatest strength in the world.”
After sharing his story, the old man introduced himself as Walter. The boys enjoyed his company that ever since that day, they would make it a point to spend time with him, bringing sandwiches and drinks. They would spend the afternoons talking and listening to each other’s stories.
One day, Walter and the brothers were surprised to see each other walking in the same direction while on the way home. “We live near each other!” Peter exclaimed. Walter couldn’t help but smile.
“I guess we do, sweet boy,” Walter said, waving before he entered his house.
The two boys felt extremely close to Walter already, after days of talking to him. They were so moved by Walter’s story that they decided to use social media to spread it, hoping to find his brother.
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One day, they went to the beach to find him and tell him about what they did. But when they got there, he was not at his usual spot. “He comes here every day! Every single day! Why isn’t he here?” Adam asked his mom.
“This can’t be. Something must have happened to him. We need to go to his house,” Peter said. At that, Alice allowed them to check Walter’s house by accompanying them there.
When they got there, they knocked. After a couple of seconds, Walter opened the door. The boys exhaled with relief. “Walter! Why didn’t you come to the beach today? Have you given up?” Adam asked him. Walter was smiling. Behind him stood a man who looked exactly like him.
The two boys were taken by surprise when the man suddenly shouted, “IT’S THEM! THOSE TWO BOYS POSTED ON THE INTERNET! I RECOGNIZED THEM RIGHT AWAY!”
Walter’s brother, James, found him thanks to the publication that Adam and Peter had put up. Walter smiled and hugged the two boys. “Thank you for finding my brother after forty-four long years,” he said, giving them both hugs.
It turns out that James was injured at the battle he was in, and he ended up losing his memory. He was sent back to the US, where he was diagnosed with dissociative amnesia caused by the overwhelming stress brought about by the war.
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“I was told I would likely regain my memory either slowly, or all at once. In the past few decades, I slowly started to remember things like my first name, the fact that I lived in California, but nothing conclusive enough to bring back my old life,” James explained.
“Then one day, I was looking through the internet when I saw a post by these two sweet boys. It had a photo of you, Walter, and I suddenly remembered you and our brotherhood. I just knew we were brothers. I made my way to the address they posted right away,” he added.
At that, Walter and James took out their army dog tags from their pockets and handed one each to Adam and Peter. “We no longer need this. Because of you, we’ve found each other again. These are yours now. May it be a reminder to always take care of each other,” Walter said.
As they lived near each other, Adam and Peter would always visit Walter and James, who ended up moving in with his brother.
What can we learn from this story?
- Keeping the faith can be rewarding. Every day, Walter hoped that his brother would show up. One day, after choosing to share his story with Adam and Peter, his brother eventually showed up.
- The most unexpected relationships can mean the most. Adam and Peter never thought they’d get close to Walter, but when they did, and it brought about life-changing memories for everyone.
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