“Home,” I replied, my voice firm with resolve. Her eyes widened further, and I saw the skepticism there—years of hardship and broken promises had taught her not to trust easily. But what else could I say? I had just claimed these children as my own in a room full of strangers, and now, I was determined to live up to that promise.

As we drove, the city lights blurred by the rain-streaked windows. My mind raced with plans. First, the hospital for the feverish baby. Then, new clothes, food, and a warm place for them to sleep. But beyond the immediate concerns lay the bigger question—how do you build a family out of strangers?

The girl remained silent, watching me with those piercing eyes. Her siblings, exhausted from the ordeal, had already dozed off, safe under the warmth of my jacket. I could feel the weight of her gaze—a mixture of gratitude and guarded hope.

“Why did you help us?” she finally asked, breaking the silence.

I took a deep breath, thinking about the life I had lived until that moment. A life filled with wealth and success but lacking something profound. “Because sometimes, we don’t choose family. Family chooses us.”

The answer seemed to satisfy her, and I saw her relax slightly, though years of hardship could not be erased in a single night. Still, it was a start.

When we reached the hospital, the staff moved quickly, taking the feverish baby from my arms to provide the care he desperately needed. I watched as they worked, my heart in my throat, hoping it wasn’t too late.

Hours passed before a doctor emerged, nodding with assurance. The baby would be fine with proper care and rest. Relief flooded through me, and I felt the girl’s hand slip into mine, a silent thank you.

As dawn broke over Medellín, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, I knew that life from this day forward would be different—not just for these children but for me as well. Together, we would navigate the challenges and joys of becoming a family, bound not by blood but by the unbreakable bond of choice and love.

And so, with the sun rising, we left the hospital not as strangers forcibly united by circumstance, but as a family ready to step into a new day, hand in hand, heart in heart.