One late night, as I was walking home from work, I heard the sound of a baby crying and stopped in my tracks. The cries were coming from my neighbor Ellie’s porch, where I spotted a stroller with a tearful baby inside. Alarmed, I knocked on Ellie’s door, only for her to reveal she had no idea where the baby had come from. After a brief, bewildered exchange, we called the police, who took the baby into their care and began investigating. Days later, my husband Justin and I visited the shelter, where we learned that the baby’s parents had not been found. After much consideration, we decided to foster and eventually adopt the little boy, whom we named Tom. Life was challenging but rewarding as we embraced parenthood, though tragedy struck when Justin passed away when Tom was just eight years old.
Years later, after Tom’s 13th birthday party, he stumbled upon adoption papers in my room, uncovering the truth about his origins. It wasn’t how I had planned to tell him, but I sat with him and explained everything—the night I found him, our decision to adopt, and how much Justin and I had loved him. While Tom was emotional, he accepted the truth and soon expressed a heartfelt desire to find his birth parents. Though apprehensive, I agreed to help him, warning him about the potential challenges. Together, we began searching online, contacting the shelter, and sharing our story on social media. Despite our efforts, the search yielded no leads, leaving us both frustrated and disheartened.
One day, while venting to Ellie about the situation, she let slip an unexpected piece of information. Pressed for the truth, she admitted she had known all along who Tom’s birth parents were. Ellie explained that her friend Alana had left the baby—named Jack—on her porch, along with a letter and a pendant. Alana had been dealing with her
own struggles and had wanted to keep the baby a secret from the father, Alex, despite his being a good man. Ellie, scared and unsure of what to do, had hidden the truth. Furious but determined, I asked Ellie for Alex’s contact information. Gathering my courage, I reached out to him, and to my astonishment, Alex had no idea he had a son. He agreed to meet Tom, setting the stage for an emotional reunion. Read more below
