I thought my adopted daughter was taking me to a nursing home, but when I saw where we were going, I was shocked.
She didn’t answer. We packed our bags, and on the way in the car, I cried quietly. I was sure she was taking me to a nursing home. My heart sank—had all my years of love and care meant nothing?
But when I saw where we were going, I was shocked.
The car stopped in front of a huge, two-story house. I wiped my tears and stepped out. The view before my eyes was indescribable: a well-kept garden, a white facade, wide windows, a spacious courtyard.
My daughter looked at me with a trembling voice:
“Mom… this is our home now. You always dreamed of it. I’ve been saving up all this time to give you the house of your dreams. I’m sorry I’ve been cold lately—I’ve been keeping everything a secret for the surprise. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”
I thought my adopted daughter was taking me to a nursing home, but when I saw where we were going, I was shocked.
I stood frozen, unable to believe my eyes. The tears on my cheeks were different now—these were tears of joy. I understood that her love was alive, it just manifested itself in the most unexpected and touching way.
