In 1979, he adopted nine Black girls that nobody wanted: what they became 46 years later will leave you speechless… Richard Miller’s world fell silent in 1979 when his wife, Anne, passed away. Their home, once full of dreams of having children, was left empty. His friends suggested he remarry, but he held on to Anne’s last words: “Don’t let love die with me. Give it somewhere to go.” On a stormy night, fate led him to St. Mary’s Orphanage. There he found nine little girls, all abandoned together, their small cries echoing down the hallways. No one wanted to take them all. Separation was inevitable. But Richard bent down, his voice breaking, and whispered: “I’ll take them. Each and every one.” The world thought he was crazy. Social workers doubted him. His relatives mocked him. Neighbors whispered: “What is a white man doing raising nine Black girls?” But Richard sold his belongings, worked double shifts, and built nine cribs by hand. Nights became bottles, lullabies, and braiding hair by the kitchen light. The struggles were heavy, but the laughter, Anne’s stories, and the girls’ growing personalities bound the family together. Sarah’s contagious laugh. Naomi’s mischief. Leah’s kind heart. One by one, they grew into women—teachers, nurses, mothers—who never forgot the man who chose them. And now, in 2025, Richard looks at his radiant daughters gathered around the table and sees the miracle Anne asked for.