With faltering feet, they left the park behind. With each step they went, my concern grew, and I followed, desperate to make sure they were safe. They looked much smaller and more defenseless beneath the bright fluorescent lights of the bus, which surprised me. They crowded close and murmured softly, and I noted this as I followed them. My anxiousness increased with every mile as they made nine stops.I was astonished beyond words when they eventually got off and entered a posh neighborhood. It was startling how different they looked from the opulent homes nearby.
They came to a very huge house and went in without a second thought.I just stood there, stunned into silence. What was happening? Why were these obviously abandoned girls residing in such a wealthy neighborhood? My instinct told me that I needed to look into this more since something didn’t seem right. I approached the house and pressed the doorbell after taking a big breath. A maid gave me a dubious look as she answered. With a tight tone, she questioned, “Can I help you?”I tried to keep my voice calm as I answered, “Yes, I’d like to speak with the parents of the twin girls who just came in.”After hesitating, the maid nodded. “Wait here, please.”
It took five long minutes for a man to show up at the door. His pricey outfit and icy manner shouted indifference and money.He yelled, “What do you want?” I forcefully gulped. “Sir, my worries are with your girls. Every evening, I see kids by themselves in the park, and it’s dangerous. He interrupted me. That is not relevant to you. Please don’t come here any more. I felt the door bang against me.I turned to leave, thoughts whirling. There was clearly a problem here, and I couldn’t get rid of the sensation that those girls needed assistance.I went to the park early the following day. The twins showed up around 4 PM and took their customary bench.
I got up the guts to walk up to them. “Hello,” I said politely. “My name is Colleen. What names do you have?” <The slightly taller one looked at the other warily before speaking. “I’m Hannah, and this is Lily.” “Nice to meet the two of you. You’ve been here quite a while. Are things going well for you? “Where are your parents located?” Hannah’s bottom lip quivered. “Our mother passed away three years ago. Dad got remarried, so now what?” She looked at her sister as she drifted off.From where Hannah left off, Lily continued. “Our stepmother is not fond of us. She doesn’t want us at home, so she makes us come here every day.” My heart fell. “How is your father doing? Is he aware?” Hannah gave a nod. “He is no longer concerned. Not since the arrival of the baby.”I took a seat next to them, my thoughts racing. “I want to help, girls.
Could you elaborate further?” Hannah and Lily spilled their stories over the course of the following hour. After their mother passed away, their father promptly got married again, and their stepmother gave birth to a boy in less than a year. The females had been gradually marginalized ever since. “She solely purchases used clothing for us from thrift stores,” Lily remarked, tugging at her shabby sweater.Hannah went on, “She won’t cook us dinner if we get home before dark.” We are a burden, she claims.” I was feeling ill. “Does your father know about all this?”With downcast eyes, they both nodded. I said, “Have you told anyone else?” “Not at all. Hannah replied sourly,
“Our stepmother says no one would believe us.” “She says we live in a big house and people think we are lucky.”“You have my belief. I also wish to assist,” I murmured. But first, there’s something I need to know. Would you like to remain with your relatives? Or would you like to live with fresh individuals who would look out for you?”The females exchanged glances before turning to face me, their eyes welling with tears. Lily muttered, “We don’t want to live in that house.” “We want to live with people who won’t throw us out every day.”Though my heart ached for them, I was also filled with a renewed sense of resolve. “All right,” I replied. “I will use every effort to assist you. I must first write down what you told me. Is everything okay?”
They gave me a nod, and I took out my phone to capture their narrative. I was angry and sad at the same time as they were talking. How could someone handle kids in this manner? We ended the recording, and I gave them my number. “If you ever feel unsafe or need help, call me anytime, okay?”I watched them depart the park with heavy hearts, knowing they would keep their vow. I tried one more time to talk sense into their father’s ears that night. Ringing the doorbell, I braced myself for an awkward moment. When he saw me, the same man answered, his expression hardening. He hissed, “I told you not to come back.”“Excuse me, sir,” I said. “I’m concerned for Lily and Hannah. They’re not receiving the necessary attention. Once more, he interrupted me. “Have those ungrateful brats been making up stories? Listen, woman, go about your own life. They have food in their bellies and a roof over their heads.
What more are they hoping for?”Silently, I murmured, “They want love.” “They desire a sense of security and worth. Every youngster is entitled to that.” “They ought to feel appreciative of what they have. Now leave my property before I dial 911.” The door banged again, and I knew I had to move quickly. I reported all I knew to social services over the phone the following morning. I put them the girls’ testimony on tape and gave them an explanation of my conversations with their father. They promised to look into it right away. After two days, I received a call. Hannah and Lily’s father and stepmother were accused of neglect and child abuse, and social services had taken them out of their home.The girls needed somewhere to remain until a long-term solution could be found, but they were protected. I immediately offered to take care of them as their foster mother. Though it was a significant choice,
I had a gut feeling that it was the right one. Hannah and Lily’s eyes were wide with a mixture of anticipation and terror when they got to my flat. “Is this really okay?” Hannah questioned trepidatously. “We can stay here?”I lowered myself to their level. Yes, my dears. This place is safe for you. You may remain for as long as is necessary.” Lily’s bottom lip quivered. “You won’t send us away?” “Never,” I swore. “You’re welcome here for as long as you want to stay.” The following few weeks passed quickly. I registered the girls in a local school, brought them shopping for new clothes, and used every free moment to give them a sense of security and affection.I couldn’t help but fall in love with these strong, courageous little kids as the days went by. They introduced a previously unexperienced level of happiness into my life. Thus, following that fateful night in the park for three months, I made another significant choice. I said, “Girls,” one evening as we stood in a park.
“I have something important to ask you.” Their eyes held a trace of fear as they gave me an eager gaze. “What would you think if I put in an adoption request? to be your mother for eternity?” The ensuing quiet seemed to last forever. Suddenly, I was carrying two armfuls of laughing, weeping tiny children.They yelled, “Yes, yes, yes!” together. I marveled at the transformation in my life as I held them tight and shed some tears of my own. I had always imagined that I would fall in love, get married, and eventually start a family of my own. Rather, love had discovered me through two little girls who required an advocate to stand up for them and show them support. Although the adoption procedure wasn’t simple, we overcame it together.
And Hannah and Lily were formally adopted as my daughters six months later. I’m so happy I went with my gut that night in the park, looking back.I impacted the lives of two adorable little girls and discovered a passion and purpose I didn’t know I was lacking by deciding to get involved. I implore everyone who reads this to speak up if they observe something that doesn’t seem right. You never know who you might be able to help.
