After years of struggling with infertility, we decided to adopt Bobby, a silent five-year-old boy with a painful past. Though he didn’t speak, we showered him with love and patience, hoping he’d open up. On his sixth birthday, Bobby surprised us by saying his first words: “My parents are alive.”

This revelation led us back to the foster home, where we learned the truth — Bobby’s birth parents were wealthy but had abandoned him due to his temporary health issues. The story about his parents being dead was a lie told to cover it up.

We took Bobby to meet his birth parents, who admitted they gave him up because they couldn’t handle his illness. Bobby firmly told them he wanted to stay with us, his true family. That moment confirmed our bond and the meaning of family.

From then on, Bobby blossomed, finally feeling safe and loved. Watching him call us “Mommy” and “Daddy” reminded us that love, not biology, makes a family whole.