One afternoon, while organizing Lucía’s old personal belongings that Doña Carmen had passed along to him, Daniel found a small leather-bound journal. Inside, Lucía had written entries during her pregnancy, sharing her hopes, fears, and dreams for her unborn child. On the very last page, written in Lucía’s neat handwriting, were three short sentences:
“I don’t know what the future holds, but I know my baby is a miracle. I pray that wherever she goes, someone will see her true beauty and love her without condition. I leave her in the hands of God.” 
Daniel held the journal close to his chest, tears brushing his eyes. He walked out to the garden, where Sofía was sitting on a soft blanket, reaching for a bright yellow dandelion growing in the grass. He sat down beside her, picking her up and kissing the light brown birthmark on her cheek.
Sofía let out a bright, ringing laugh, wrapping her tiny fingers around his thumb.
Where twenty families had seen a medical file filled with challenges, uncertainty, and fear, Daniel saw a precious life, a second chance at love, and the greatest gift he would ever receive. He knew the road ahead would have its share of obstacles and hard work, but as he looked into his daughter’s bright, trusting eyes, he knew they would face every single step together.
