01/25/2025
I ADOPTED A BABY I FOUND AT MY NEIGHBOR'S HOUSE—13 YEARS LATER, HIS DAD SHOWED UP ON MY DOORSTEP
I'll never forget the day I found a stroller with a crying baby on my neighbor Ellie's doorstep. Ellie was just as shocked as I was. Fearing something terrible had happened, I went to the police, hoping to find the baby's parents. But days turned into weeks, and no one came forward.
Eventually, my husband and I adopted him, naming him Tom. For eight years, we were a happy family—until my husband passed away, leaving me to raise Tom alone. Despite our loss, we found joy together… until the day that at 13, Tom stumbled upon his adoption papers.
I told him the truth, expecting tears or anger, but he stayed calm. "I need to find my real parents," he said.
The police had failed to find them, so how could we? Then, in a casual conversation, Ellie let something slip—something that changed everything.
"There was a note in the stroller," she said.😳👇