In 1979, he adopted nine Black baby girls that no one wanted — what they became 46 years later will leave you speechless…

Clara looked at Elena’s wedding ring on the table.

—She wouldn’t want this.

Richard took it carefully.

—She was the only one who taught me not to give up when things get tough.

Clara lowered her gaze.

And for the first time… he didn’t answer.

The morning of the ultimatum arrived with a gray sky, as if even the port was waiting for the outcome.

Richard entered the children’s home with a folder under his arm and his heart in his throat.

The director was expecting him.

—Did he bring evidence… or did he come to say goodbye?

Richard placed the folder on the table. Inside were extra work contracts, letters signed by neighbors—few, but enough—, an agreement with the warehouse owner to work double shifts, and something else.

—I sold the house.

The nurse opened her eyes.

—And where will she live with them?

—In a smaller place… but where no one can separate them.

The director glanced through the documents with a stern expression. She was looking for cracks. Excuses. Reasons to say no.

—This is not stable.

—Nor is growing up without a family.

The woman looked up.

—And what about when they get sick? When money runs out? When they get tired?

Richard did not hesitate.

—I’m not leaving.