We Adopted a Little Girl – on Her 5th Birthday, Her Biological Mother Showed Up to Reveal a Shocking Truth About Her

She brought us drawings and asked, “Can you put this on the fridge?”

One evening, she marched over with a book, climbed into Daniel’s lap, and said, “Daddy, read this one.”

She froze.

“I’m sorry,” she blurted. “I meant Daniel—”

He hugged her so fast the book slipped to the floor.

“Never be sorry for that,” he said, voice shaking. “That’s my favorite word.”

She searched his face.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Daddy.”

By the time she turned five, it felt like she’d always been ours.

I went wild with her party.

Yellow balloons. Sunflower plates.

Sunflower cake. My mom said it looked like a florist exploded in our dining room.

We invited my parents, my sister, a couple of close friends, and some kids from Sophie’s preschool. The house was chaos in the best way—kids running, music too loud, juice spills everywhere.

Sophie raced around in a yellow dress, curls bouncing, cheeks bright red.

Every so often she crashed into me or Daniel for a quick hug, then sprinted off again.

“This is the best day ever,” she told me, face serious and covered in Cheeto dust.

“It’s not even cake time yet,” I said.

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