Woman Adopts Non-English Speaking Girl, Is Shocked to Uncover the Truth When She Learns to Communicate – Story of the Day

After finding out she couldn’t have a baby, Annie’s doctor gave her another choice: adoption, which led to a girl named Abiona, who couldn’t speak English at first. But when her new daughter learned enough, she told Annie a secret that changed everything.

Annie sat anxiously in Dr. Martinez’s office, surrounded by posters of happy families. The doctor, a middle-aged woman with a comforting demeanor, invited her to sit.

Smiling, Annie asked, “When can we proceed with the fertilization procedure?”

Dr. Martinez took a deep breath before saying, “Unfortunately, the tests show you cannot have children. I’m very sorry.”

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Annie’s heart sank. Despite considering IVF, the doctor advised against it due to low success rates and high risks. But she suggested an alternative — adoption — and handed Annie a booklet filled with information and pictures of children needing a home.

***

Annie sat at her kitchen table, the quiet of her home enveloping her as she browsed through the booklet. She was drawn to a photo of a baby, entranced by his innocent, smiling face.

Picking up the phone with trembling hands, she called the adoption agency and made an appointment. A few days later, she met Caitlin, a social worker, who welcomed Annie into her modest office. “Sorry you had to wait,” she said, shaking her head.

“It’s okay, don’t worry,” Annie replied, masking her nervousness.

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They sat and discussed Annie’s career, home life, and desire to adopt. “Can you devote enough time to a child? It’s not just a few hours a day,” Caitlin wondered.

Annie responded, “Yes, I understand. I’m ready to make sacrifices for my child.”

“Adoption can be challenging, especially in the beginning,” Caitlin continued, but ultimately, she approved Annie’s application.

“I understand,” Annie said, her voice firm. “Thank you.”

***

The next morning, Caitlin’s call interrupted Annie’s breakfast. “Hello, Annie?” she inquired.

“Yes, it’s me,” Annie replied.

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“We’ve found a child for you,” the social worker revealed and talked about Abiona, a six-year-old from Congo who didn’t speak English. “Would you like to meet her today?”

“6 years old? No English? I… I need to think about this,” Annie’s voice wavered.

“Of course, take all the time you need. Have a good day,” Caitlin responded, but Annie heard her sighing before hanging up.

Annie spent the rest of the day pondering the idea of adopting a six-year-old. Motherhood typically began with a baby, so going straight into parenting an older child seemed… odd. However, this could be her only shot.

She called Caitlin the next day with a resounding yes, and the social worker arranged a visit with Abiona, who was staying with a foster family.

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***

Arriving at the foster home, Annie knocked on the door, her heart racing. She was greeted by a woman who, in a not particularly friendly tone, said, “Hello, how’s it going?”

“Hi, I’m Annie,” she replied, fidgeting slightly. “I came to see Abiona.”

The woman showed Annie inside, and it was hard not to notice the chaotic scene of her house. Kids were running around, the television blared in the background, and the living room was full of stuff.

But the woman pointed to a corner where Abiona sat, quietly drawing. “That’s her. Good luck because she doesn’t talk to anyone,” she said and left to scold some other kids.

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Annie approached the girl, who briefly met her gaze before resuming her drawing. “Did you draw these yourself? They’re imposing,” she asked, kneeling to look closer.

Abiona nodded slightly without speaking.

The foster mother interrupted. “Don’t even try. She doesn’t understand a word of English,” she said. Annie looked up to see her sporting a superior expression.

“That’s fine,” Annie said, focusing entirely on the girl. She sat beside her and began drawing, too, attempting to communicate through pictures.

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She drew a house and a stick figure with long hair, saying, “This is my house. I live here. Do you want to live with me?”

The girl stared for a second at the paper, then at Annie’s face, before drawing a smaller stick figure next to hers. The gesture made Annie grin as her stomach fluttered.

***

She brought Abiona to her home and introduced her to her new cozy bedroom. The girl stayed silent and observant as she explored everything.

When she found paints and brushes laid out, she immediately began to draw, humming a happy tune. Annie watched for a second, taking in the moment. I’m finally a Mom, she thought before joining her new daughter.

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Over the following months, Annie tried teaching Abiona English, but the traditional methods overwhelmed her. Therefore, she adapted her approach, using drawing sessions to teach her the language in a fun, engaging way.

Abiona responded positively, slowly learning words and phrases.

One day, while exploring the concept of family with a picture book, Annie pointed to an illustration and said, “See, this is a family,” then pointed to herself, “Mom,” and to Abiona, “Daughter.”

But instead of nodding in understanding, Abiona’s reaction was unexpected; she burst into tears.

“What’s wrong?” Annie asked, patting the girl’s head.

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Abiona grabbed some of her drawings. “I have Mom and Dad,” she revealed, pointing her finger at the paper. Annie’s eyes widened. She didn’t understand because Caitlin had never talked about Abiona’s family.

“What are you saying, honey?” she asked.

“Bad…bad men took me from Mom and Dad,” the girl continued.

“Okay, okay,” Annie said, her voice turning low and soothing. “Tell me more.”

Through her broken English, Abiona explained that the evil men had taken her, but then she was with the police. She showed Annie a handmade toy, her only memory of her biological mom.

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“I little. Don’t know Mom’s face. But Mom smells honey. She give me this,” Abiona finished, biting her bottom lip and looking away to wipe a tear.

Annie was breathing heavily then, trying to contain her own emotions. A six-year-old shouldn’t have to be so strong by herself. She hugged the little girl, who began sobbing into her chest. Revealing that secret made their bond much stronger.

***

Months later, Abiona suffered a severe coughing fit in the night. Annie rushed her to the hospital as quickly as possible. “I need help! My daughter, she can’t breathe!” she wailed at the emergency room staff.

The medical team quickly attended to her daughter, leaving Annie anxiously waiting outside the exam room. Soon, she was stabilized but surrounded by beeping machines that only made things scarier. But the absolute horror came a few hours after the staff conducted several tests.

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One doctor entered the room, took a deep breath, and began. “I’m very sorry to tell you this. But Abiona is terminally ill. She only has a few days left.”

His words were careful, but they cut through Annie like a knife. “What?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “What’s wrong with her?”

The doctor explained her condition. It had a complicated name that Annie didn’t understand as her mind was fogging with the implications.

“Should I have noticed sooner? She seemed so healthy. I adopted her a few months ago. No one told me anything.”

“You couldn’t have done much even if you had noticed something. This is a genetic disease, and it manifests very unexpectedly. This is not your fault,” the doctor finished, patting her shoulder, and left.

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***

Abiona awoke an hour later.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Annie whispered, squeezing the girl’s hand. “Is there anything you want? Anything I can get for you?”

Abiona’s voice was weak but clear. “I want to see my mom,” she murmured, a wistful look in her eyes.

Annie nodded and, determined to fulfill this wish, left the hospital with Abiona’s handmade toy, hoping it held clues to finding her biological mother. She went to the police station, where they agreed to test the toy for DNA.

Miraculously, they found a match and gave Annie the biological mother’s contact information. Her name was Tendey. Despite the call going unanswered, Annie insisted on finding Abiona’s mother, even if she had to do it in person.

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She drove to Tendey’s address, gathered her courage, and knocked on the door. When a woman appeared, Annie introduced herself and asked, “Tendey?”

The woman responded quickly, impatient. “Yes. That’s me, but I don’t want to join your god. I don’t need any services, and I don’t want to buy anything,” she said, almost closing the door.

But Annie threw her arm up, stopping her. “This is about Abiona,” she blurted. “She is currently in the hospital. The doctor said that she has a serious genetic disease and has a few days to live.”

Annie thought Tendey would be dismayed, but the woman crossed her arms instead. “I gave her away. Voluntarily. Renounced parental rights. So everything that is happening now is not my problem,” Tendey stated coldly.

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“Please. She’s your daughter. She’s dying and wants to see you,” Annie pleaded.

Tendey shook her head. “Listen. I don’t want to see her. Deal with it.”

Looking beyond Tendey, into her house, Annie sighed and noticed something. “Do you sell perfumes? Do you have a honey-scented one?”

“Ugh, yes,” Tendey said, looking behind her, confused.

“How much?” Annie asked.

***

At home, Annie searched on her computer, typing away as her plan fully developed. She searched for an actress resembling Tendey and found Sarah. Annie called and explained the situation.

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Sarah was touched. “I’ll do it. It’s a strange request, but I can see it comes from a place of love,” she said. Annie provided all the details she knew about Abiona and her mother.

In the hospital room the next day, Annie and the actress prepared to fulfill Abiona’s last wish. Sprayed with honey-scented perfume, Sarah approached the girl’s bedside, carefully holding her tiny hand.

“Abiona, this is your mother,” Annie gently introduced.

Abiona, whose condition had worsened so much in just a day, believed Annie’s words easily. “You smell like Mom,” the girl whispered and opened her arms for a hug.

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Sarah obliged, saying, “It’s because I am Mom.”

Abiona turned to Annie. “Thank you,” she whispered before falling asleep again. Sarah left a while later when it became clear that the girl wouldn’t wake up any time soon.

As the sun set, Annie watched over her daughter. Her breaths were too heavy, but that had been the norm for a few hours. She whispered to her, providing comfort and assurance in the quiet room filled with the soft beeping of machines.

She touched the girl’s head at some point and noticed the intense warmth. In her weakened state, Abiona faintly murmured “Mom” before falling back into unconsciousness. Annie rushed to find her doctor, who came in, did a quick examination, and exhaled, lowering his head.

“I’m afraid this may be it,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“No!” Annie wailed, hugging her child.

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Abiona slept a little more soundly in Annie’s arms, but love wasn’t always enough. She passed after midnight with a final soft puff of air.

As the tears started flowing freely, Annie whispered, “You were loved. So loved. I’ll keep loving you forever.”

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I Left My Newborn with My Husband for a Work Trip, He Began Acting Weird When I Returned – His Reason Shocked Me

I left my newborn with my husband during a medical conference, but when I returned, his behavior was off — withdrawn, and overwhelmed. As the tension between us escalated, I feared our marriage might collapse under the weight of unfulfilled promises and the strain of new parenthood.

I became a neurologist because my work gave me purpose. I’d been a troubled teen, so dedicating my life to something greater than myself seemed like a redemption arc.

Rachel and James on their wedding day, full of hopes and dreams | Source: Pexels

Rachel and James on their wedding day, full of hopes and dreams | Source: Pexels

And I found fulfillment in helping patients. But it wasn’t just about the work; it was about the life I built around it — a life with James. We’ve been married for four years. He worked in marketing and made significantly less money than me, but it never mattered.

James and I had always agreed on one thing — children were not a priority. I preferred adoption if we were going down that road. Biological children? I was ambivalent at best.

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James and his best friend’s baby boy, sparking a change in heart | Source: Pexels

But then, his best friend had a baby boy, and everything changed. James started talking about having a kid of our own. I wasn’t convinced, but then, life decided for us when, soon after, I found out I was pregnant.

“So, what do we do?” I had asked, looking at James.

“Let’s keep it. We’ll make it work,” he said, squeezing my hand.

We agreed he would quit his job to stay home with our daughter, Lily, until she was old enough for preschool. My work was my life, and I had no desire to become a housewife.

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Rachel and James holding baby Lily | Source: Pexels

Lily was born, and soon, my maternity leave was up. I had a medical conference out of state and left James alone with Lily for the weekend. He assured me he’d handle it.

“Call me if you need anything,” I told him before leaving.

“Don’t worry, Rachel. We’ll be fine,” he smiled, holding Lily.

***

When I returned, something was off. James was withdrawn, not his usual upbeat self.

“Hey, how was the conference?” he asked, but his eyes didn’t meet mine.

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James looking weary while holding Lily | Source: Midjourney

“Good. What’s going on here? You seem… different.”

He shrugged, focusing on Lily in his arms. “Nothing. Just tired, I guess.”

“Tired?” I probed. “James, what’s wrong?”

He looked at me then, eyes filled with something I couldn’t place. “I… I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Do what?” I asked, though I already feared the answer.

“This. Stay home with Lily. I feel trapped, Rachel. Overwhelmed.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. “You said you could handle it. You agreed to this!”

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Rachel and James having a heated discussion in the living room | Source: Pexels

“I know, but it’s harder than I thought. I’m not cut out for this.”

“So, what are you suggesting? That I give up my career? Extend my maternity leave?”

“Maybe we could consider daycare,” he said softly.

“Daycare? We agreed!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “I made sacrifices, James. My career —”

“And what about my sacrifices? I quit my job for this. I’m asking for help, Rachel.”

“Help? This isn’t what we planned. We had an agreement!” My voice rose, frustration boiling over. At that moment, Lily started crying, and James looked like he might break.

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Baby Lily crying in the background | Source: Pexels

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, tears welling up. “I just need help.”

I stared at him, feeling betrayed. The man I relied on was crumbling, and our agreement seemed to be falling apart. I needed time to think, to process.

But Lily’s cries demanded attention, and for now, all I could do was hold her close, feeling the weight of the sacrifices we both had made.

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Rachel cuddling Lily | Source: Pexels

The next few days were tense. James avoided talking about it, burying himself in household chores and baby duties. I buried myself in work, leaving early and coming home late. We were living in the same house but miles apart.

One evening, after putting Lily to bed, I sat down next to James on the couch. “We need to talk.”

He sighed, not looking away from the TV. “Yeah, I know.”

“This isn’t working, James. We’re both miserable.”

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James and Rachel sitting at a distance on the sofa | Source: Midjourney

“I’m doing my best, Rachel,” he snapped. “I never said this would be easy.”

“But you promised. You said you’d stay home with Lily. Now you’re backing out?”

“I’m not backing out! I just —” He ran a hand through his hair, exasperated. “I didn’t realize how hard it would be. I feel trapped.”

I felt a surge of anger. “So what? You think I don’t feel trapped sometimes? You think I wanted to go back to work so soon?”

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James pacing the living room in frustration | Source: Midjourney

“You have a choice, Rachel. You could stay home.”

“And throw away everything I’ve worked for? No. We made a plan.”

He stood up, pacing the room. “Maybe the plan was wrong. Maybe we rushed into this.”

“Rushed into this?” I echoed, incredulous. “You were the one who wanted a baby, remember? I never would have agreed to have Lily if I knew you’d change your mind.”

His face fell, and he looked genuinely hurt. “Do you regret having her?”

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Rachel and James face to face, emotions running high | Source: Midjourney

I paused, taken aback. “No, I don’t. But I regret that we’re failing her because we can’t get our act together.”

“So, what are you saying? Divorce?” His voice was barely a whisper.

“I don’t know, James. But something has to change.”

***

The next day, I took matters into my own hands. Before he could say anything, I emerged from the kitchen, holding a glass of water. “Meet Claire,” I said calmly. “She’s our new nanny.”

His face twisted in confusion and anger. “What? A nanny? We can’t afford that!”

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Claire, the new nanny, sitting down with James and Rachel | Source: Midjourney

I handed the glass of water to Claire and gestured for her to sit down. “Actually, we can. You’ll be going back to work, and working from home from now on. All your earnings will go towards paying Claire. She’ll help during the day so you can focus on your work.”

His face turned red with anger. “This is insane! You can’t just decide this without talking to me!”

I stepped closer, my voice firm but controlled. “We talked about this at the very beginning. You made a promise. You agreed to stay home and take care of our daughter. If you can’t do that, then we need to discuss other options.”

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Rachel standing firm, explaining the need for a nanny | Source: Midjourney

He looked at me, bewildered. “Other options? What do you mean?”

“I mean, we can get a divorce,” I said plainly. “You’ll be a single dad, and I’ll pay child support. But you can’t make me take on the responsibility that you agreed to handle. I’ve worked too hard to get where I am, and I won’t let you derail my career.”

He sank onto the couch, his head in his hands. “I don’t want a divorce. I just… I didn’t realize how hard it would be.”

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James collapsing on the couch, exhausted | Source: Pexels

I softened my tone slightly. “I understand it’s hard. That’s why Claire is here to help. But you need to step up. Our daughter needs both of us to be strong for her.”

Claire started the following Monday. She was a godsend. James was initially resistant, but as days went by, he began to appreciate her help. The house was calmer, and for the first time in weeks, James seemed more at ease.

One evening, as I watched James feeding Lily with a smile, I felt a flicker of hope. Maybe we could make this work after all.

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James holding Lily with a newfound sense of ease and a smile | Source: Midjourney

“I’m sorry,” he said one night, as we lay in bed. “I should’ve been more supportive.”

“I’m sorry too,” I replied. “I should’ve listened to you more.”

“Claire’s great with Lily,” he admitted. “It’s making a difference.”

“I’m glad,” I said, squeezing his hand. “We’ll get through this, babe. We have to.”

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Rachel and James having a heart-to-heart in the bedroom | Source: Pexels

Slowly, things began to improve. With Claire’s assistance, James adjusted to his new role. He started to bond with Lily, gaining confidence as he navigated the challenges of childcare. He picked up some freelance marketing work from home, which eased the financial strain.

As for me, I threw myself back into my practice, balancing my demanding career with my family responsibilities. It wasn’t easy, but knowing that James had the support he needed made it bearable.

One night, after Lily was asleep, James and I sat on the porch, enjoying a rare moment of peace. “We’re getting there,” he said, wrapping an arm around me.

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Rachel and James sitting together on the porch | Source: Midjourney

“Yeah, we are,” I agreed, leaning into him.

“I never realized how hard this would be,” he admitted. “But I’m glad we’re doing it together.”

“Me too,” I said. “I love you, James.”

“I love you too. And I love Lily. We’ll make this work.”

We sat in silence, watching the stars, feeling a sense of renewed commitment. We had a long road ahead, but we were stronger together. And for the first time in a long while, I believed we could face anything as long as we had each other.

Rachel and James watching the stars, feeling a renewed sense of hope and commitment | Source: Midjourney

Rachel and James watching the stars, feeling a renewed sense of hope and commitment | Source: Midjourney

To anyone out there who feels like their relationship is in trouble, sometimes, all it takes is a little trust and a lot of love to see the way through.

What would you have done? If you enjoyed this story, here’s another one for you about a woman whose father demanded she move out to make room for a new baby.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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