The Devil Wore a Child’s Smile

To teach our son about gratitude and giving back, my wife and I often brought him to the orphanage whenever time allowed.

There was one boy there—born with a disability. He couldn’t walk.

My son took pity on him, begging, “Dad, can we buy him some new clothes? Please?”

So we did.

But the moment the boy slipped into the new clothes, he grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go.

“Sir, I wanna be your son too… Can you adopt me? I promise I’ll be a good kid!”

My wife and son kept pleading. Eventually, I gave in and agreed to the adoption.