Then the nine-year-old whispered something that shattered every adult standing there.
“But after they see all five of us… they change their minds.”
One of the twins immediately started crying too.
Juliana reached for Justina’s hand while Lily stared at the floor like she already expected disappointment.
The worker beside Hannah quietly explained:
“Three families already tried.”
Hannah looked at her slowly.
“Tried?”
The woman nodded sadly.
“One couple wanted the baby only.”
“Another wanted the twins.”
“And one family offered to take Sharon and Lily…”
The social worker’s voice cracked slightly.
“But none of them wanted all five.”
Hannah looked back at the girls.
Suddenly, everything made sense.
The fear.
The silence.
The way they sat pressed together like one broken heart split into five small bodies.
They weren’t afraid of being unwanted anymore.
They were afraid of being separated.
Sharon lifted her chin bravely despite the tears in her eyes.
“We stay together,” she whispered. “Or we stay here.”
The room went silent again.
And Hannah…
Hannah started crying.
Because no child that small should have needed to become that strong.
She slowly knelt in front of them.
“I’m not taking one of you,” she said softly.
No response.
“I’m not taking two of you.”
The twins looked up carefully.
“I’m taking all five.”
Still, Sharon didn’t trust her.
Children who survive abandonment rarely trust words.
So Hannah did something unexpected.
She sat down directly on the cold floor beside them.
No fancy speech.
No promises she couldn’t prove.
No dramatic performance.
Just quiet honesty.
“My house is lonely,” she admitted softly.
The girls watched her carefully.
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