Rachel never expected her life to change the day she stood in front of the hospital nursery window. She had only gone there to drop off some blankets she crocheted for the NICU. But as she walked past the glass, her eyes landed on three tiny babies, lying still and quiet in cribs at the far corner of the room. All three were dressed in soft gray onesies, without names or family.
A nurse stepped beside her and whispered, “Those three have been here for a while. No one came for them.”
Rachel turned. “Are they siblings?”
“They were left at different times,” the nurse replied. “But all were born the same night. We don’t know if they’re related, but they’ve been inseparable ever since.”
Rachel felt something stir deep inside her. Her husband, Marcus, had always told her that their family would come to them in unexpected ways. After six failed IVF treatments and three years of waiting to be matched for adoption, she had nearly given up. But something about those babies gripped her heart and wouldn’t let go. That evening, she told Marcus everything—how one of the girls had stared at her with wide, watchful eyes, and how the……Read Full Story Here.…………………..
