I’ve always believed that kindness—even to complete strangers—can bring unexpected miracles. But nothing prepared me for what happened when I rescued two twin girls from the forest.
Every evening, I walk Max, our Labrador, along the wooded path near home. One freezing night, he darted off into the trees. I followed, and there they were—two twin girls, about nine, huddled on a log in rags, eyes wide with fear.
“Are you okay?” I asked, voice trembling. They whispered they were living in a shed after their mama left them there. My mother’s heart broke on the spot.
I wrapped them in blankets at home, offered dinner, and settled them in the guest room, planning to call social services in the morning. My daughter, Emma, had no clue—she was asleep after a tough battle with cancer treatment.
Morning came with soft giggles from Emma’s room. Panic surged in me. I burst in, ready to scold whoever dared touch my daughter. But I froze.
There they were—Willow and Isabelle—draped in silk scarves as capes, making cardboard wands glimmer with foil. My Emma, who hadn’t smiled in weeks, giggled, declaring, “They’re doing a magic show just for me!”
“Mom, they made me a crown too! I’m the queen of the magic forest,” she beamed.
Tears burned behind my eyes. These fragile sisters—from a broken shed—had pulled my daughter back from despair with pure magic. “Can they stay and finish the show?” Emma asked, eyes shining.
How could I say no?
