Because of Her Cancer, Nobody Wanted Her — I Adopted Her Anyway, and a Month Later, a Limo Came to My Door

Sitting at my kitchen table, he explained that Lila’s biological parents, Robert and Emily, had died in a car accident when she was an infant. Before they passed, they created a trust fund in her name, with specific instructions. The estate would be managed by her guardian once she was adopted by someone who truly loved her. I struggled to understand. He slid a folder across the table filled with legal documents, bank statements, and property deeds. The trust covered medical costs and would release the larger inheritance once a permanent placement was made. He also handed me a small sealed envelope addressed to Lila and her family.

Inside was a letter, written in delicate handwriting: To our dearest Lila, If you are reading this, it means we are watching over you from somewhere better. We wanted to make sure love would find you again — not bought with money, but given freely. To the person who becomes her family: thank you. Please take care of our little girl. She was our whole world. With all our love, Mom and Dad.

Tears blurred my vision as I pressed the letter to my chest. Just then, Lila appeared in her pajamas, her blue scarf wrapped around her head. I knelt and opened my arms, and she ran into them. “Your parents,” I whispered, “loved you so much. They made sure you’d always be taken care of.”

A week later, Mr. Caldwell took us to see the house left to Lila — a two-story home an hour outside the city, surrounded by tall oak trees. It was the house she had drawn so many times. Inside, sunlight poured through dusty windows and lit the worn hardwood floors. A framed photo of a young couple holding a baby sat on the mantle. Lila touched the frame gently. “They look nice.”

“They were,” I said softly. “And they loved you more than anything.”Continue reading…