My Wife and I Went to an Orphanage to Adopt a Child and Found a Girl Who Is a Carbon Copy of Our Daughter

"Emily, are you set? My mother's watching Sophia, giving us the entire day." I secured my footwear while my wife descended the staircase. She appeared anxious, smoothing out non-existent creases from her top.

"I believe so, David," she replied quietly, her tone revealing doubt. "I simply... I wonder if we're making the correct decision. What if the youngster doesn't bond with us?"

I approached and grasped her palms. "We've discussed this for several months. You've studied every publication. We're as prepared as possible. Plus, no child could turn down your pancakes."

Emily giggled, her face turning rosy. "I appreciate that confidence."

Sophia, my five-year-old from my previous marriage, peered from the lounge area. "May I have pancakes tomorrow, Mommy?"

Emily's expression mellowed. "Absolutely, darling." Her smile emerged, yet sadness flickered in her gaze. I recognized she cherished Sophia as her own, but also yearned for another child who would address her as "Mommy" from birth.

During our journey to the facility, the vehicle atmosphere felt heavy with expectation. Emily gazed outside, rotating her matrimonial band. "Are you fine?" I inquired.

"I'm merely frightened," she confessed. "What if we can't discover a child who seems... ours?"

I extended my hand and pressed hers. "We shall. As you frequently state—love discovers its path."

Upon arrival, the facility supervisor welcomed us cordially. Mrs. Graham was an elderly lady with silver locks and gentle eyes. "Greetings. I'm delighted you've come."

Emily acknowledged with a brief, courteous grin. "Thank you, Mrs. Graham. We're thrilled and... somewhat nervous."

"That's expected," Mrs. Graham assured. "Perhaps we should begin with a quick discussion in my quarters?"

In her snug office, encircled by images of joyful households, we clarified our desired child attributes. "We're receptive to any heritage," I stated. "We simply want to experience a connection."

Mrs. Graham agreed. "I comprehend. Let me display the recreation area. Each child is distinctive, and you'll sense that connection when appropriate."

The playroom buzzed with merriment. Youngsters were sprinting, sketching, and enjoying activities. Emily brightened upon noticing a small boy constructing a block tower. "Hello there!" she said, kneeling beside him. "That's an impressive structure. What's your title?"

The boy beamed. "Eli. Don't topple it!"

"Wouldn't consider it," Emily responded cheerfully.

I found myself conversing with a girl drawing on a blackboard.

"What are you creating?" I asked.

"A unicorn," she replied self-assuredly. "You're tall. Are you a father?"

"I am," I confirmed. "Do you fancy fathers?"

"They're acceptable," she responded with indifference.

Emily caught my glance across the space, her look combining delight and bewilderment. I realized she shared my feeling. How could we possibly select anyone?

I detected a small touch on my shoulder and spun around. There stood a young girl, approximately five years old, with large, inquisitive eyes.

"Are you my new father?" she questioned, her voice gentle yet assured.

My pulse halted. She resembled Sophia exactly—identical honey-brown locks, same circular face, identical deep dimples when she grinned.

"Uh, I..." My speech faltered.

The girl angled her head, examining me with pure anticipation, as if she already knew my response. Then, seemingly validating something mentally, she extended her arm.

That's when I noticed it—a tiny, crescent-formed mark on her wrist. My heart accelerated. Sophia possessed that precise same mark in the identical location.

"Emily," I murmured, turning to my spouse who stood nearby. She clutched a table edge for balance, her complexion ashen. "Observe her wrist."

Emily moved closer, her eyes expanded. "David... she—she's..."

The little girl smiled bashfully. "Do you enjoy puzzles?" she inquired, displaying a fragment. "I'm very skilled at them."

I crouched down, my legs barely supporting me as my thoughts whirled. "What's your name?" I managed to ask, my voice quivering.

"Angel," she answered, her tone bright and lively. "The woman here said it matches me."

Angel. My thorax constricted. That name. It struck me forcefully. Angel was the title my former wife, Lisa, had desired if we ever conceived another daughter.

I rose quickly, my mind spinning. Recollections from years past flooded back. Four years earlier, Lisa had arrived at my residence, anxious and restless.

"David, I must tell you something," she'd stated, her voice unsteady. "When we separated, I was expecting. I couldn't find how to inform you. I delivered a little girl... she's yours. I—I cannot care for her. Will you?"

That's how Sophia entered my existence. But twins? Lisa had never indicated twins.

"David?" Emily's voice returned me to reality. I gazed at her, then back at Angel. She continued smiling, holding the puzzle piece as if nothing significant had just occurred.

"I need to place a call," I said, extracting my phone from my pocket.

I moved to a more silent section of the play area and phoned Lisa's number. My fingers shook as I waited for her answer.

"David?" Lisa responded after several rings, her voice blending astonishment and worry. "What's happening? Is everything alright?"

"No, Lisa. Not remotely," I stated, attempting to maintain a steady tone. "I'm at a children's refuge with Emily. A young girl here resembles Sophia exactly. She displays her birthmark, Lisa. She's Sophia's identical twin. Would you care to clarify?"

Quiet dominated the connection. Momentarily, I suspected she had disconnected. Then, I heard her draw an uneven breath.

"David," she uttered, her voice just exceeding a whisper, "I—I never thought you would discover this."

"You were aware?" I said, striving to keep my voice calm.

"Yes," she admitted. "I birthed twins. Upon learning of my pregnancy, I felt terrified. I lacked money, barely sustaining myself. I couldn't manage two infants, David. I entrusted Sophia to you because I knew she would experience a better life with you. I... I planned to retrieve Angel when prepared, but I never achieved sufficient stability. I feared your hatred if you learned the truth."

"Hatred?" I echoed, my volume increasing. "Lisa, you concealed information about my own child. You didn't consider my right to know?"

"I felt embarrassed," she explained, her voice cracking. "I believed I could remedy it eventually. I thought... perhaps I'd have an opportunity to correct this."

I shut my eyes and inhaled deeply, compelling myself toward calmness. "Lisa, I'm bringing her home. Angel is my daughter, and she merits being with her family."

Lisa paused briefly. Then she stated softly, "I comprehend. Look after her, David. She deserves everything good."

I terminated the call and stood motionless momentarily, allowing the situation's reality to permeate. Angel wasn't merely a child resembling Sophia, she was Sophia's twin. My twin daughters.

I rotated back toward the play area, where Emily knelt beside Angel, assisting her with positioning a puzzle piece into the board. She glanced upward as I neared, her eyes glistening with tears.

"She belongs to us," I declared resolutely.

Emily gestured agreement, her voice unsteady. "I recognized this already."

Angel looked between us, her small face brightening. "Does this mean you're my new parents?"

I lowered myself beside her, clasping her small hand in mine. "Yes, Angel.

That's precisely what it signifies." Emily stretched across and embraced her, tears flowing freely now. "We have been anticipating you," she murmured.

Angel giggled, wrapping her arms around Emily. "I sensed it. I simply knew."

In that instant, I understood something significant: love doesn't merely discover a path—it produces wonders. And this represented ours. The adoption procedure advanced quicker than anticipated. Mrs. Graham and her colleagues were exceptionally helpful, directing us through each phase. Seven days later, it became official.

The day we escorted her home, Sophia waited by the entrance, gripping her beloved plush bear. Her eyes brightened immediately upon seeing Angel.

"Daddy, who is that?" she asked, her voice inquisitive.

I knelt down, drawing Angel beside me. "Sophia, meet Angel. She is your sister—your twin."

Sophia's mouth gaped. "Twin? We're identical?" She rushed forward, throwing her arms around Angel.

Angel laughed, returning her hug. From that moment, the girls became inseparable. They contrasted everything—birthmarks, preferred colors, and even sandwich preferences. Emily and I observed from the doorway, astounded by the sight of them together.

"We accomplished it," Emily said, drying her tears.

"No," I whispered. "They achieved it."

Five years afterward, our residence fills with merriment and affection. Sophia and Angel share confidences and escapades like only twins manage. Emily has fully adopted motherhood, valuing every chaotic, delightful moment.

One evening, as the girls rehearsed a dance sequence in the living area, I turned to Emily. "Do you ever contemplate how much progress we've made?"

"Constantly," she said, smiling.

Observing our daughters together, I recognized how love had guided us here. It reminded me that family transcends mere biology, encompassing the connections we opt to cultivate.

And love, as invariably, established a route.

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