I Volunteered To Watch My Neighbor’s Kids, And What I Found In Their Apartment Was Outrageous

My neighbor Salome, a struggling single mom, once left her kids with me “for an hour.” She didn’t return until midnight.

The next day, her son knocked on my door, whispering, “Can I have some bread? Mommy turned the fridge off.” Pinned to his shirt was a note: If anything happens, go next door. Miss Cara will help you.

I took the children in. Days turned into weeks. Salome vanished, later found arrested for stealing baby formula. She finally admitted through tears: “They’re better with you.”

I applied for custody. Months later, the judge made it official.

Now Adrian and Lottie are mine—and I still keep that note. Because sometimes, family finds you.