When my 14-year-old daughter Savannah came home from school pushing an old stroller with two newborn babies inside, I was shocked beyond words. She had found abandoned newborn twins, Gabriel and Grace, left with a desperate note asking for someone to care for them. Despite having no experience, Savannah’s fierce love and prayers convinced us to keep them just for one night while the authorities got involved.
That “one night” stretched into weeks. No biological family came forward, and after careful evaluation, we became their legal guardians six months later. Life changed completely—diapers, bottles, extra work hours, and sleepless nights filled our days, but our house was full of joy and love. Strangely, small gifts would appear on our doorstep—baby clothes, food vouchers, toys—just enough to help us when we needed it most. We called these our “miracle gifts.”
Ten years passed. Gabriel and Grace grew into lively, loving children, inseparable and full of spirit. Savannah remained their protective big…
