I Adopted Four Siblings Who Were Going to Be Split Up – a Year Later, a Stranger Showed Up and Revealed the Truth About Their Biological Parents – Story Of The Day!

The phrase “likely be separated” hit me with the force of a physical blow. I looked at the photo again. Owen had a protective arm around Tessa; Ruby was clutching a worn teddy bear, leaning into Cole. They didn’t look like they were waiting for a miracle; they looked like they were bracing for an impact. I read the comments—hundreds of “praying for them” and “so heartbreaking,” but not a single person offering to take all four.

I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I thought about those kids being led into different cars, going to different houses, losing the only thing they had left in the world: each other. By morning, my decision was made. I called the agency.

The caseworker, Karen, was skeptical when I walked into her office. I was a single man, a widower still wearing the shadow of grief. But I told her plainly, “They’ve already lost their parents. They shouldn’t have to lose each other, too. If the only reason they’re being separated is that nobody wants four kids, then I want them.”

The process was grueling. There were background checks, home visits, and sessions with a therapist who asked how I was handling my grief. I told her the truth: I was handling it badly, but I was still standing, and I had a house that was far too quiet for one person.