I Prayed for a Child and Promised to Adopt a Baby—17 Years Later, That Promise Almost Broke Us

That same day, a social worker placed another baby girl into my arms.

Her name was Ruth.

She had been abandoned on Christmas Eve, left near the city’s central Christmas tree, wrapped in a thin blanket, with no note and no explanation. She was quiet, watchful, her eyes seeming far older than her tiny body.

From that moment on, I became the mother of two daughters.

They grew up side by side, yet utterly different.

Stephanie was fearless—climbing trees, speaking her mind, taking up space without apology. Ruth was gentle and observant, noticing everything, feeling deeply, asking questions that lingered long after bedtime.

But my love never measured them differently.

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