When we adopted Bobby, a silent five-year-old, we thought love would heal his pain. But on his sixth birthday, he shattered our world with five words: “My parents are alive.” Jacob and I had always dreamed of having a child, but after years of infertility treatments, we were left heartbroken. Adoption seemed like our only option. We visited a foster home and met Bobby, a quiet boy with big, thoughtful eyes. Despite his silence, something about him felt right, and we decided to adopt him,
At first, Bobby was distant and didn’t speak. But as we showered him with love, he began to open up. On his sixth birthday, during his party, Bobby said, “My parents are alive.” It turned out his birth parents were wealthy, had abandoned him due to a temporary illness, and paid to keep it quiet. Mrs. Jones,