😵😨I remember that day as if it were yesterday. My sister didn’t survive childbirth, leaving behind three little ones. I adopted them, but five years later, I received a court summons…
I remember that day as if it were yesterday. My sister didn’t survive childbirth, leaving three children behind. And their father? Gone, as if he had never existed. I didn’t know his name or his face — only that he didn’t care about his own children.
I adopted them. Not out of pity — out of love. In memory of my sister. Five years of sleepless nights, sickness, fears, and tears. I became everything to them: mother, father, family.
And then one day, at the playground, I saw a tall stranger circling around my children. He came closer and… picked one of them up. I rushed toward him, my heart pounding in my chest.
— Hey! What are you doing? Let go of my son! — I shouted.
😲😱He left, but a few days later, I received a court summons. My world collapsed. For five years, I had protected those little ones — and now the past had come to take them away.
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Every morning after that day, I woke up with a sense of anxiety. I checked that everything was fine at home, looked at my three little ones, and thought: “How could I ever lose them?” They ran around the apartment, laughing, unaware of the threat hanging over their happiness.
The trial was tense. The man arrived with lawyers, folders of documents, and threats. The same man from the playground. He looked me straight in the eyes and said coldly:
— These are my children. You stole my children.
He spoke of “biological rights” and “justice,” while I just held the children’s hands, feeling the determination grow inside me.
With every passing day, I understood one thing: this was a fight for their childhood — for the love I had given them all those years.
And in the moment when it seemed I had no strength left, the judge looked closely at us — at me, at the three children, at their eyes full of trust and love… — and made a decision.
That’s when I understood that a true family isn’t just about blood. It’s about those who stay, who love, protect, and never let go. And looking at my three little ones, I whispered softly: “We’re together. Forever.”
