They say curiosity killed the cat, but in my case, it helped a desperate family find the help they had needed for a long time. It all started the morning I found a broken phone on the sidewalk.
Living with my mother, Helen, at 30 wasn’t what most people expected, but we had only ever had each other. That day, as I picked up the phone, I felt compelled to fix it. Inside, a single contact stood out—”Daughter.”
When I called, a small voice answered, “Mom?”
Julie, a little girl in a wheelchair, had been left alone after her mother, Victoria, never returned from an errand. Alarmed, I rushed to her apartment, only to find her scared, hungry, and helpless. My mother and I took her in and, after searching online, discovered that Victoria had been in a serious accident.
At the hospital, a fragile Victoria revealed her struggles—raising Julie alone, abandoned by family, and unable to afford the surgery Julie desperately needed. I knew I couldn’t walk away.
Through connections and fundraising, we got Julie the surgery she needed. Months later, I held her hand as she took her first steps. Over time, my bond with her and Victoria deepened. What started as an act of kindness turned into love, and eventually, a family.
I never expected to find a home in two strangers, but now, I wouldn’t trade them for the world
