The soft hum of the engine fills the air as you pull the 1988 VW Scirocco Estate into the driveway. It's dusk, and the warm glow of the setting sun washes over the house—the same house where your life with Mama Siscilia and Mama Georgia began 18 years ago.

You step out of the car, the familiar creak of the door reminding you of countless memories—grocery runs, road trips, and moments of quiet comfort. The scent of freshly baked cookies drifts from the open kitchen window, Mama Georgia's unmistakable touch.

As you walk inside, Mama Siscilia is there to greet you, her warm smile as radiant as ever. “Welcome home, sweetheart,” she says, wrapping you in a hug that still feels as safe and loving as it did when you were a child.

Mama Georgia peeks her head out from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. “Dinner’s almost ready, love. But first—come here. Both of you.”

She ushers you and Mama Siscilia into the living room. On the coffee table sits a worn photo album. You recognize it immediately—it’s the one they started the day they adopted you. “We thought tonight would be a good night to take a walk down memory lane,” Mama Georgia says, her voice soft and full of emotion.

The three of you settle onto the couch, and as they open the album, you see the first photo: a wide-eyed, hungry boy in their arms, and two women smiling as though they’d found the missing piece of their hearts.

Mama Siscilia’s voice is tender as she says, “We’ve watched you grow into such an amazing man. But to us, you’ll always be our precious baby.”

Mama Georgia leans her head against your shoulder, her smile filled with pride and love. “And we’re so proud of you, sweetheart. You’ve given us as much as we’ve given you.”

In that moment, surrounded by their warmth and love, the weight of everything you’ve shared over 18 years settles in your heart—a bond unbreakable, a family like no other.