Hello there! I’m Colleen and I’m 32 years old, still single but hopeful for the future. I don’t have children yet, though I dearly wish to. Finding true love seems quite the task these days.

Nonetheless, I’m not in a hurry and I have chosen to wait for the right person to come along.

Little did I know that my life was about to take a turn in a most unexpected way.

It all started when I noticed two little girls, twins around 8 years old, dressed in worn-out clothes, seated each day on the same bench at the park where I often walked my dog. Their eyes, carrying a deep sadness, drew me in like a magnet. There was never an adult in sight, and their loneliness was painfully clear.

One chilly evening, the girls sat again, shivering in their light clothes. I decided I could no longer turn a blind eye to their plight, and I resolved to follow them to find out where they would go or who awaited them beyond the park.

As darkness fell, the twins rose, clutching each other’s hands tightly as they slowly departed from the park. With every step they took, my concern deepened, so I discreetly followed behind them.

To my surprise, they boarded a bus. They appeared even smaller and more fragile under the bus’s harsh lights. I kept an eye on them for nine stops and with each mile, my worry only grew.

They finally alighted in a luxurious neighborhood, with grand and elegant houses all around. The contrast between their appearance and the wealth surrounding them was startling. They made their way to a large, imposing house and entered without hesitation.

I stood on the sidewalk, utterly bewildered. What was happening? Why were these seemingly abandoned children living in such a prosperous area?

I gathered my courage and rang the doorbell. A lady, who appeared to be a maid, opened it, eyeing me with suspicion. “Can I help you?” she asked curtly.

“I would like to speak with the twins’ parents,” I replied, trying to maintain my composure.

The maid hesitated before disappearing inside to notify someone. Minutes later, a man in an expensive suit appeared, his demeanor cold.

“What do you want?” he asked in an unfriendly tone.

“I’m concerned for your daughters. I’ve seen them alone in the park almost every evening, and it’s not safe for them…”

He cut me off abruptly: “It’s none of your business. Do not come near my house again.”

With that, he slammed the door, leaving my thoughts tangled with worry.

The next day, I returned to the park earlier than usual. Before long, the twins appeared, settling on their usual bench. I walked over and greeted them. “Hello! I’m Colleen. What are your names?”

The girls looked at each other, unsure, before one finally responded: “I’m Hannah, and she’s Lily.”

“It’s lovely to meet you. I’ve noticed you here often. Are you okay? Where are your parents?”

Hannah bit her lower lip. “Our mom passed away three years ago. Dad got remarried and now…” She trailed off, glancing at her sister.

Lily continued: “Our new mom doesn’t like us. She sends us to the park every day because she doesn’t want to see us at home.”

I felt my heart break. “Does your dad know about this?”

Hannah nodded sadly. “He doesn’t care about us anymore. Not since the baby was born.”

We sat on the bench, and I listened as they shared their story. Their father, preoccupied with his new wife and their infant, completely neglected them. They were seen as a burden, and their stepmother wouldn’t allow them to feel part of the family.

“I want to help you,” I told them, “but I need to know: do you want to stay with your family or go to a place where you’ll be loved and cared for?”

Their eyes filled with tears. “We want to leave. We don’t want to be sent away every day anymore,” Lily whispered.

I decided to act. I recorded their story and then reached out to social services, providing them with all the evidence they needed. Two days later, Hannah and Lily were removed from that house.

These girls needed a safe place, so without hesitation, I offered to become their foster mom. It was a big decision, but something in my heart told me it was right.

When they arrived at my apartment, they asked shyly, “Is it okay for us to stay here?”

“Yes, my dears. You are safe now. This is your home.”

A few months later, I asked them: “Would you like me to be your mom forever?”

With tears of joy, they hugged me, exclaiming “Yes!”

Today, Hannah and Lily are officially my daughters. I never imagined that true love would find me in the form of these two brave souls, but they have transformed my life in the most beautiful way possible.

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