At ten years old, I thought I was going on a short trip to visit my grandmother. Instead, my parents dropped me off and never looked back. They had decided to focus on my younger sister Chloe’s gymnastics career, and I was simply in the way.My gran did her best, but as her health declined, my aunt Lisa and uncle Rob stepped in. They took me in, called me their “miracle kid,” and gave me the love and care I never got from my real parents.

They became my family in every way that mattered—and at sixteen, they officially adopted me.Now at 22, I’m thriving in my IT career, thanks to Rob and Lisa’s unwavering support. I hadn’t heard from my biological parents in years—until Chloe’s career-ending injury brought them back into my life. Suddenly, I was important again.