When my husband, David, and I moved into an old Victorian house, we hoped to start fresh. However, our new home brought sleepless nights filled with the sound of a baby crying. I thought it was my imagination, but after several nights, I realized it was real. I investigated and traced the sound to the basement, where I discovered a hidden door. Inside was a young woman named Esther, holding a baby.
David confessed that he had found Esther and her baby, Samuel, living on the streets and had secretly been helping them. He didn’t want to burden me due to our struggles with having children. While I was hurt by his secrecy, I soon realized Esther and Samuel needed help. Over time, Esther became part of our family, and the house, once haunted by crying, was filled with laughter and love.
Though not the family I had imagined, they were the family I never knew I needed.
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