“That night as we sat on the couch crying, I looked at the clock. It was 8:00, the time we’d usually take him to bed. ‘I hope he’s snuggled into bed after having his favorite book read to him,’ I said. ‘I don’t,’ my husband replied. ‘I hope his dad loves him so much, and missed him so badly that he’s still just holding him, and telling him how much he loves him.'”
‘We buckled him into his booster seat in the social worker’s car and watched them drive away.’: Foster parent’s emotional response after beloved 4-year-old goes home to biological father
‘I got a call from a strange number. I immediately trembled. Inside I was screaming, ‘Answer the phone! It’s her!’ Then came a voice I’ve waited my whole life to hear. ‘Hello, is this Heather?’
“The floodgates opened and all I could do was cry. I had gone over this conversation in my head a thousand times, but I couldn’t get a single word out. I had so many questions. Up until this point, I kept it a secret from my dad. I was afraid of him getting hurt.”
‘You were the product of a one-night stand,’ my mother said. Something in her voice let me know I couldn’t trust her. She let me go on a wild goose chase when she knew the truth all along.’
“Switched at birth. I lost my family, my identity, and even my last name. I didn’t know who I was anymore. When I was a bit older, both of my parents sat me down to tell me the truth.”
‘I was in high school, crammed in a car with my girlfriends, driving to the hospital to support our best friend, who was about to place her baby boy into the arms of a woman she didn’t know, and say goodbye to him forever.’
“By the time we got to the hospital she had already delivered him. I remember walking in the room to see my beautiful friend laying there, a sheen of sweat still visible on her forehead, tired, solemn and more quiet than usual – and thinking she was the bravest, strongest, person I’d ever known.”
‘There was a knock on our front door. We never received visitors – our house was locked with secrets that my biological father wanted kept that way.’
“Two ladies were standing in the doorway. I questioned how they found out. My father was going to be so angry. I screamed, ‘Where are you taking my sister?!’ Why were they doing this? She was all I had.”
‘853 days. That’s how much time my son spent with his biological parents before they both tragically passed away. While legally my adopted son, he is biologically my brother.
“Easton lost his mom to an overdose, and then we both lost our father 12 days later to pancreatic cancer. Today marks the day that he has officially spent more time with us, than he ever did with his biological parents. Let that sink in.”
‘We fell into each other’s arms for our first hug ever in 31 years. There are no words. It was perfect.’: Woman meets birth parents after finding them on Facebook, finally ‘feels whole’ again
“I landed on the Facebook page of a man with big blue almond-shaped eyes eerily like my own. Could it be him?! Oh my God! My mind was racing a million miles a minute when my husband came home from work. He saw me on the couch, unshowered, shaking, with the world’s biggest smile plastered on my face. I couldn’t hold it in. ‘Babe! I think I found him!’ He didn’t even know I existed. I kept pinching myself to make sure this was real.”
‘Abby’s story began by being born in a toilet. David was autistic. Karen was discovered locked in a bedroom. Sabrina functions at 18-24 months. Each one is perfect in their own way.’
“This is a picture that was taken at our 4th adoption. Unable to have children, my husband and I turned to fostering to adopt.”
