My husband Camden and I dreamed of adopting a child. After years of struggles, we met Nicholas, a shy five-year-old. Just as our adoption journey seemed complete, a wealthy couple, the Featheringhams, appeared, offering Nicholas a life of luxury.
Their condescending remarks shook me, but Camden’s calm response reassured me: “We may not have wealth, but we offer stability, love, and a real home.” The decision rested with Nicholas.
Our week with him was imperfect – rainy zoo trips, malfunctioning arcade machines, and ant-infested picnics. Yet, amidst laughter and shared moments, Nicholas felt at home.
On decision day, Nicholas chose us, saying, “I feel like I have a family with them… I feel safe.” Tears filled my eyes as Camden embraced me.
Love, faith, and simplicity won over wealth. Nicholas sought a family, not luxury. With us, he found home.
