This story is personal. I decided to share it, maybe it will serve as an example to someone. I met my future wife when she already had a daughter. Sarah was only two years old. The story is banal: Rebecca got pregnant by her boyfriend. When he found out that he was going to become a father, he evaporated. Her parents didn’t want to support their daughter, didn’t want to attract attention in the village, so they simply denied her and kicked her out of the house. I will never understand what Rebecca’s parents did. How can you abandon your own child for fear of attracting attention? Rebecca went to visit her childhood friend who lived alone in the city.
Alisa came from a wealthy family, she had her own apartment, job, and studies. She was very supportive of Rebecca. They are still friends. She is a close friend of our family. Then I met Rebecca and fell in love, and I took the two most beautiful girls to live with me. I accepted Sarah as my own. Biologically, she is not my child, but she is my dear and beloved. She immediately started calling me dad. When Sarah was five, my wife gave birth to a son. My joy knew no bounds. We lived together for nineteen years.
Sara did not even suspect that I was not her real father until one day her biological father appeared on the doorstep of our house. He came and said, “I’m your father, I want to talk to you. I wanted to break his face. How could he leave a girl pregnant, and now come here and look a child in the eye without shame? Where have you been all this time? Sarah looked at him thoughtfully. -“I guess the neighbor was right about you not being my real dad. And then she closed the door right in front of her biological father, turned around and hugged me. “Not my own, but my beloved and only one! I honestly burst into tears then.
