That “little while” became forever.Gran did her best, but she was aging and struggling.

A few months later, my Uncle Rob and Aunt Lisa took me in.

They couldn’t have children and called me their “miracle kid.”

Over time, they became the parents I’d always longed for—

Lisa braided my hair, showed up at every school event, and Rob spoiled me with ice cream and dad-jokes

. When I was sixteen, they officially adopted me.

Meanwhile, my biological parents drifted away completely. No birthday cards, no calls, no support.

By the time I turned twelve, I stopped reaching out.

Years passed, and I built a life with Rob and Lisa. I found my passion for IT,

graduated, and started a career I love.

Then Chloe’s accident ended her gymnastics dreams, and suddenly my bio-parents wanted me back.

They sent cheerful holiday texts, then cornered me on Christmas Eve at church.

“Melody, you’re so beautiful,” my mother gushed, reaching for me.I pulled back.

“Sorry, do I know you? My parents are at home wrapping my presents.

”Their faces fell, but I didn’t care. Later, they even called asking for money, claiming I owed them.

I laughed. “I don’t owe you anything. Rob and Lisa raised me. I owe them everything.

”On New Year’s Day, I sat at the table with my real family—Lisa’s honey-glazed ham,

Rob’s burned cookies, laughter filling the house. And I realized:

The people who stayed are my family. The ones who left will never have that place again.