I Adopted Twins with Disabilities After I Found Them on the Street – 12 Years Later, I Nearly Dropped the Phone When I Learned What They Did

Twelve years ago, during my 5 a.m. trash route, I found two baby girls abandoned in a stroller on a frozen sidewalk. Twin infants, barely six months old, bundled in mismatched blankets, breathing softly in the cold. I sat beside them until police arrived, whispering promises I wasn’t sure I could keep.

That night, my husband Steven and I couldn’t stop thinking about them. We applied to foster. A week later, we learned they were profoundly deaf. We didn’t hesitate.

We named them Hannah and Diana.

Those early years were exhausting—learning sign language, juggling bills, fighting for school services—but they were full of joy. The first time they signed “Mom,” my heart nearly burst. They grew into brilliant, creative girls: Hannah drawing designs, Diana building and problem-solving.

At twelve, they entered a school design contest for adaptive clothing—hoodies for kids with hearing devices, pants with easier closures. They didn’t expect much.

Then this year, I got a call.

A children’s clothing company wanted to turn their project into a real line. A paid collaboration. Projected value: over $500,000.

When I told the girls, they cried—not over the money, but because their ideas might help kids like them.

People say I saved those babies.

They’re wrong.

Those girls saved me right back.