Two years after losing my wife and six-year-old son in a car accident, I was living barely functional. Then one late night, a Facebook post about four siblings who were about to be split up by the system showed up on my screen… and my whole life changed direction.
I’m Michael Ross. I’m 40, American, and two years ago, my life ended in a hospital hallway.
A doctor said, “I’m so sorry,” and I knew.
My wife, Lauren, and our six-year-old son, Caleb, had been hit by a drunk driver.
“They went quickly,” he said.
Like that helped.
After the funeral, the house felt wrong.
Lauren’s mug was by the coffee maker.
Caleb’s sneakers were by the door.
His drawings were still on the fridge.
I stopped sleeping in our bedroom.
I crashed on the couch with the TV on all night.
I went to work, came home, ate takeout, stared at nothing.
People said, “You’re so strong.”
I wasn’t. I was just still breathing.
About a year after the accident, I was on that same couch at 2 a.m., scrolling Facebook.
Random posts. Politics.
Pets. Vacation pics.
Then I saw a local news share.
It was from a child welfare page. There was a photo of four kids squeezed together on a bench.
The caption said:
“Four siblings in urgent need of placement.
Ages 3, 5, 7, and 9. Both parents deceased. No extended family able to care for all four.
If no home is found, they will likely be separated into different adoptive families. We are urgently seeking someone willing to keep them together.”
“Likely be separated.”
That line hit like a punch.
I zoomed in on the photo.
The oldest boy had his arm around the girl next to him. The younger boy looked like he’d just been moving when the picture was taken.
The little girl clutched a stuffed bear and leaned into her brother.
They didn’t look hopeful.
They looked like they were bracing.
I read the comments.
“So heartbreaking.”
“Shared.”
“Praying for them.”
Nobody saying, “We’ll take them.”
I put my phone down.
Picked it up again.
I knew what it was like to walk out of a hospital alone.
Those kids had already lost their parents.
At that moment, the plan was to split them up on top of that.
I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw four kids in some office, holding hands, waiting to hear who was leaving.
In the morning, the post was still on my screen. There was a number at the bottom.
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