A Birthday Surprise
I planned a magical party for my adopted son’s tenth birthday—balloons, lights, and cake.
But instead of celebrating, he cried. “My birthday was yesterday. Today’s my brother’s birthday,” he whispered, revealing something I never knew.
The Wooden Box
He brought out a small box filled with photos and notes.
One picture showed two boys:“That’s me… and that’s my brother.”
The adoption agency had told us he was alone, but he had kept the truth hidden, afraid we wouldn’t want him.
Seeking Answers
Calls to the agency went nowhere, until a former social worker admitted:
“There were two boys… they were separated.” My son’s brother had been adopted in another state.
Reunited
After months of searching, the boys finally met. They embraced, crying, refusing to let go. That year, two sets of candles burned side by side. He wasn’t alone anymore.