Kendall remained on the sidewalk crying until her foster father emerged with a small backpack. “Your sister packed some essentials,” he explained, handing her a few dollars. “I’m sorry, Kendall… You know how she is…”
Through tears, Kendall looked up at him. “You both promised to love me unconditionally—that’s what real parents do!” He walked away looking guilty, and Kendall took her belongings and left.

Adopted as a baby, Kendall had been raised in the Jordan household with four other children. The Jordans were strict religious conservatives who prohibited celebrating birthdays or holidays, considering them inappropriate.
Kendall’s life had been limited to school during weekdays and religious services on Sundays. Like many teenagers, she began rebelling—wanting to experience movies, fashionable clothes, makeup, social gatherings, and romance. When everything was forbidden, she lost her sense of boundaries and became involved with a troubled classmate.

“No divine intervention now,” she muttered bitterly. “No protective guardian watching over me!” Kendall had always imagined having a guardian angel who occasionally brought unexpected gifts into her life.
On her birthdays, she’d receive mysterious presents delivered through school, which she kept hidden in her locker. During holiday seasons, she’d discover treats hanging from the tree outside her window and a festive stocking filled with forbidden goodies.

Kendall had watched for this mysterious benefactor but never caught a glimpse. Now alone and expecting a baby was when she needed this guardian most.
At a nearby park, she sat down and counted the money her foster father had given her—barely $56. Not enough for even one night at a budget accommodation.
When life seems darkest, remember someone may be watching over you.

As Kendall began crying again, a friendly voice interrupted: “Hey there, what’s troubling you? Perhaps Mila can help!”
Kendall looked up to see a tall woman with a warm smile, wearing a colorful floral apron and holding gardening tools and roses.
“I’m…fine…” Kendall sniffled.
The woman sat beside Kendall. “No, you’re not,” she said kindly. “You can tell me. I won’t judge.”
Kendall shared her situation: “I have no money, no job, nowhere to live, and a baby on the way.”
“I’ll offer you employment,” Mila responded calmly. “And I have accommodation you can use, but you’ll need to care for your child yourself!”
“You’ll give me work?” Kendall asked incredulously.
“Yes,” confirmed Mila. “I operate a flower stand in this park and want to expand near the business district. I’ll teach you floral arrangements and see how it goes.”

As Kendall began crying again, a friendly voice interrupted: “Hey there, what’s troubling you? Perhaps Mila can help!”
Kendall looked up to see a tall woman with a warm smile, wearing a colorful floral apron and holding gardening tools and roses.
“I’m…fine…” Kendall sniffled.
The woman sat beside Kendall. “No, you’re not,” she said kindly. “You can tell me. I won’t judge.”
Kendall shared her situation: “I have no money, no job, nowhere to live, and a baby on the way.”
“I’ll offer you employment,” Mila responded calmly. “And I have accommodation you can use, but you’ll need to care for your child yourself!”

“You’ll give me work?” Kendall asked incredulously.
“Yes,” confirmed Mila. “I operate a flower stand in this park and want to expand near the business district. I’ll teach you floral arrangements and see how it goes.”

Kendall smiled through her tears. “I can definitely do that! I adore flowers!”
“Well then,” Mila said. “Let me show you the small apartment where you can stay.”
The apartment was tiny but immaculately clean and comfortable. Kendall couldn’t believe her fortune. Perhaps her guardian angel was still watching over her!
Over the following months, circumstances improved significantly. The new flower stand became very successful, and Mila was impressed with Kendall’s work. The physician Mila recommended confirmed both mother and baby were healthy.
Five months later, Kendall delivered a beautiful baby boy named Michael. Mila provided Kendall with three months’ maternity leave, though adjusting to newborn care proved challenging.
Michael cried frequently, requiring constant diaper changes. He rarely slept more than brief periods, leaving Kendall completely exhausted. Then one morning, she awoke with sunlight streaming into her bedroom…