I immediately decided to help. My mother, hearing the conversation, insisted on coming with me. We hurried to Julie’s apartment and found her alone and frightened. She explained that her mother, Victoria, had never been gone this long and that she had been trying to save up for a surgery to help her condition. Julie had been trying to call her, but the phone lines were down. I promised Julie I would find her mother.After some searching, I found a news report about a woman being hit by a car on Parkova Street and rushed to the hospital.
There, I confirmed that the woman was indeed Victoria. She had been in critical condition, but she was now stable. Victoria shared her heartbreaking story: after her divorce, she had been struggling to care for Julie, with no support from her ex-husband or family. She had been trying to get medicine for Julie when the accident occurred.With the help of some contacts and donations, we arranged for Julie to have the surgery she needed. Over time, Julie’s condition improved, and she even learned to walk. Victoria recovered as well, and our relationship grew stronger. Eventually, I realized I had found more than just a family—I had found a purpose. I married Victoria, and we adopted Julie. What began with a broken phone turned into a beautiful, unexpected new chapter in our lives.