That day I wasn’t feeling very well, so I decided to lie down and rest. My husband was not at home, he works as an engineer. But Mark was supposed to come back any minute. Suddenly, the door of our house opened. I was happy, because it’s scary to be alone when you can give birth any minute. Someone came in and I heard the baby crying. “Oh, I’m so worried that I’m already imagining things. It must be because I’m not feeling well. I’ll just lie down and everything will pass,” I reassured myself.
But the crying did not stop. Moreover, it was only getting stronger. Then I barely got up and went into the corridor. And I saw a picture that made me barely stand up. My husband was holding a baby in his arms. It was wrapped in a blanket. I could not understand anything. Where did it come from? I had a lot of questions. I held my stomach, because I was about to give birth myself.
My husband told me that he found this baby not far from our house. It was winter and freezing outside, so he decided to take the baby to us, and in the meantime he called the police. We could not leave the baby on the street. We had no idea who his parents were. I looked at the child and realized even then that the girl would stay with us forever.
Ten minutes passed. I felt sharp pains in my lower abdomen. My husband immediately called an ambulance. That day we became parents of two children.
Although it took a long time to adopt, it was worth it. The girl’s biological parents never came forward. We love both children equally and don’t even feel that one of them is our own and one is adopted. My husband and I have never regretted our decision. After all, we became happy parents, and this child got his right to a happy childhood. Now the children are three years old. Many of our friends are interested in how this is possible. We answer that I gave birth to twins, and only the closest ones know the truth.
Perhaps it’s a coincidence, but my daughter is very similar to my husband, and my son to me. I often think that this might not have happened. If my husband hadn’t heard the crying, would we have sent the child to an orphanage? It’s scary to imagine that this girl might not have been our daughter. I think all the bad things are over, and there is only a good future ahead.
