When my wife and I visited an orphanage to adopt, we never expected to meet a little girl who looked exactly like our daughter at home. The shock deepened when we discovered the unimaginable truth.

“Emily, are you ready? My mom will watch Sophia, so we have the whole day.” I tied my shoes as my wife came down the stairs. She looked nervous, brushing invisible wrinkles off her blouse.

Emily’s hands trembled as she turned her wedding ring. “What if we don’t find a child who feels like… ours?”

I squeezed her hand. “Love finds a way.”

At the shelter, Mrs. Graham greeted us warmly. “Let’s start in the playroom,” she said.

Inside, laughter filled the air. Children played, drew, and built towers of blocks. Emily knelt beside a boy stacking blocks, while I spoke with a girl drawing on a chalkboard. Then, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

A little girl with big, curious eyes looked up at me. “Are you my new dad?”

She had the same honey-brown hair, dimples, and birthmark as my daughter, Sophia. My heart raced.

“David, look,” Emily whispered, her face pale.

The girl’s name was Angel—the name my ex-wife had once chosen for a second daughter. Memories flooded back. A call to Lisa confirmed the impossible truth: Angel was Sophia’s twin.

I turned to Emily, who was already hugging Angel. “She’s ours,” I said.

Emily smiled through tears. “I knew it.”

Love had created a miracle—and our family was complete.