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Teacher Adopts Child Who Is a Carbon Copy of His Dead Daughter – Years Later, Her Mother Reappears – Story of the Day

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During one of their leisurely, destinationless walks after school, Steve finally mustered up the courage to ask her.

“Maggie… do you feel safe and happy with me?”

Maggie nodded with a smile.

“Do you trust me?”

“I love you, Steve! Why do you ask?” Maggie was surprised by this sudden question.

“I was thinking… maybe… you’d like us to live together… permanently?”

Maggie almost tripped when she stopped.

“Like a family?”

“Like family!” Steve stares at her, ready to accept her answer, whatever it may be.

Maggie threw her little arms around him and said, “Yes! I would love that. I would love that, Daddy!”

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Getty Images

Steve melted and cried in the warmth of that familiar embrace. He knew that happiness was there to brighten his life once more.

Steve and Maggie became inseparable, like father and daughter. Maggie didn’t want to miss a single opportunity to tell him how much she loved him, and Steve made important career decisions to be more present in his daughter’s life.

Three years passed and, on a windy Sunday afternoon, while Maggie was napping, their happy home received an unexpected visitor.

Steve opened the door and wondered again if he was dreaming.

“Sonia…?”

It was as if his wife had come home from work on an ordinary day. The same golden hair, the same tired eyes, and the same subtle smile… How was this possible?

“Hi, Steve. I’m Sarah. I’m Maggie’s mom.”

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Getty Images

How does she know my name?

Still dazed by the woman’s uncanny resemblance, Steve invited her in.

“I’m sorry, this is weird. You look a lot like my late wife.”

“Steve, there’s something Sonia has been hiding from you. I’m her twin sister.”

“No, Sonia was an only child. She would have told me…”

“She didn’t, and she had her reasons. I did a terrible thing. We grew up in an abusive home. We spent our childhoods supporting each other, cleaning up each other’s wounds, and helping each other through dark times.

“And one day, when I was 17, I ran away from home. I didn’t tell her what I had planned. It felt liberating for a while. But I knew I’d left her alone with our abusive parents.

“She never forgave me. I tried to find her and reached out to her several times over the years, but she never responded.

“And I was also struggling a lot. I wasn’t prepared for the freedom I was suddenly exposed to. I fell in with the wrong crowd, and at 19, I was pregnant with a child whose father I didn’t know for sure.

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