I was sitting in my living room one quiet afternoon, half-watching a movie, when I noticed that Ralph, my dog, hadn’t returned from his usual run in the backyard. That was strange — Ralph was well-trained, and he always came back on his own after a while.
I stepped outside and heard him barking from a distance. Something in his tone told me it wasn’t the usual playful bark. Concerned, I ran toward the sound and jumped the fence. That’s when I saw Ralph standing beside a baby lying on the grass.
“You poor child,” I murmured, my heart sinking. Someone had abandoned her there — a tiny baby, crying softly in a wicker basket. Ralph nudged her gently with his nose, as if trying to comfort her. I looked around for anything that might belong to her, but there was nothing. Then I noticed a folded piece of paper tucked inside the basket.
It read: “Don’t look for her parents. This child is yours now. Take care of her.”
Before taking her home, I stopped by a nearby convenience store and bought some baby milk and diapers. Once home, I fed her carefully and changed her. She looked so small and fragile in my arms that I could hardly believe someone had left her out there alone.
After settling her down, I called the police to report what had happened.
“This poor baby was left alone on the street with nothing but her clothes,” I told them. “There were no adults around, so I took her in.”
The officers promised to check CCTV footage in the area to find out who had left her. In the meantime, they said they’d begin searching for foster parents.
“Can I become her guardian?” I asked immediately. “I run my businesses from home, so I can take care of her without any trouble.”
They took my information and identification, and after confirming my background, they agreed to let the little girl stay with me temporarily.
Months passed, and when it became clear that no parents could be found, she was declared eligible for adoption. I didn’t hesitate. I completed the paperwork as fast as I could and made her officially my daughter. I named her Emily, after my late mother who had also raised me on her own.
From that moment on, Emily became the center of my world. Despite being a wealthy man, I’d always been known in town more for my kindness than my money — and after the heartbreak I’d endured, she gave my life new meaning.