When we adopted Bobby, a silent five-year-old boy, we thought time and love would heal his pain. But on his sixth birthday, he shattered our lives with five words: “My parents are alive.” What happened next revealed truths we never saw coming.
I always thought becoming a mother would be natural and effortless. But life had other plans.
When Bobby spoke those words, it wasn’t just his first sentence. It was the beginning of a journey that would test our love, our patience, and everything we believed about family.
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I used to think life was perfect. I had a loving husband, a cozy home, and a steady job that let me pursue my hobbies.
But something was missing. Something I felt in every quiet moment and every glance at the empty second bedroom.
I wanted a child.
When Jacob and I decided to start trying, I was so hopeful. I pictured late-night feedings, messy art projects, and watching our little one grow.
But months turned into years, and that picture never came to life.
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We tried everything from fertility treatments to visiting the best specialists in town. Each time, we were met with the same answer: “I’m sorry.”
The day it all came crashing down is etched in my mind.
We’d just left yet another fertility clinic. The doctor’s words echoed in my head.
“There’s nothing more we can do,” he’d said. “Adoption might be your best option.”
I held it together until we got home. As soon as I walked into our living room, I collapsed on the sofa, sobbing uncontrollably.
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Jacob followed me.
“Alicia, what happened?” he asked. “Talk to me, please.”
I shook my head, barely able to get the words out. “I just… I don’t understand. Why is this happening to us? All I’ve ever wanted is to be a mom, and now it’s never going to happen.”
“It’s not fair. I know,” he said as he sat beside me and pulled me close. “But maybe there’s another way. Maybe we don’t have to stop here.”
“You mean adoption?” My voice cracked as I looked at him. “Do you really think it’s the same? I don’t even know if I can love a child that isn’t mine.”
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Jacob’s hands framed my face, and his eyes locked on mine.
“Alicia, you have more love in you than anyone I know. Biology doesn’t define a parent. Love does. And you… you’re a mom in every way that matters.”
His words lingered in my mind over the next few days. I replayed our conversation every time doubt crept in.
Could I really do this? Could I be the mother a child deserved, even if they weren’t biologically mine?
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Finally, one morning, as I watched Jacob sipping his coffee at the kitchen table, I made my decision.
“I’m ready,” I said quietly.
He looked up, his eyes filled with hope. “For what?”
“For adoption,” I announced.
“What?” Jacob’s face lit up. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”
“Wait,” I said, raising a brow. “You’ve already been thinking about this, haven’t you?”
He laughed.
“Maybe a little,” he confessed. “I’ve been researching foster homes nearby. There’s one not too far. We could visit this weekend if you’re ready.”
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“Let’s do this,” I nodded. “Let’s visit the foster home this weekend.”
The weekend arrived faster than I expected. As we drove to the foster home, I stared out the window, trying to calm my nerves.
“What if they don’t like us?” I whispered.
“They’ll love us,” Jacob said, squeezing my hand. “And if they don’t, we’ll figure it out. Together.”
When we arrived, a kind woman named Mrs. Jones greeted us at the door. She led us inside while telling us about the place.
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“We have some wonderful children I’d love for you to meet,” she said, guiding us to a playroom filled with laughter and chatter.
As my eyes scanned the room, they stopped on a little boy sitting in the corner. He wasn’t playing like the others. He was watching.
His big eyes were so full of thought, and they seemed to see right through me.
“Hi there,” I said, crouching down beside him. “What’s your name?”
He stared at me, silent.
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That’s when my gaze shifted from him to Mrs. Jones.
“Is he, uh, does he not talk?” I asked.
“Oh, Bobby talks,” she chuckled. “He’s just shy. Give him time, and he’ll come around.”
I turned back to Bobby, my heart aching for this quiet little boy.
“It’s nice to meet you, Bobby,” I said, even though he didn’t respond.
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Later, in her office, Mrs. Jones told us his story.
Bobby had been abandoned as a baby and left near another foster home with a note that read, His parents are dead, and I’m not ready to care for the boy.
“He’s been through more than most adults ever will,” she said. “But he’s a sweet, smart boy. He just needs someone to believe in him. Someone to care for him. And love him.”
At that point, I didn’t need more convincing. I was ready to welcome him into our lives.
“We want him,” I said, looking at Jacob.
He nodded. “Absolutely.”
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As we signed the paperwork and prepared to bring Bobby home, I felt something I hadn’t felt in years. Hope.
I didn’t know what challenges lay ahead, but I knew one thing for certain. We were ready to love this little boy with everything we had.
And that was only the beginning.
When we brought Bobby home, our lives changed in ways we never could have imagined.
From the moment he walked into our house, we wanted him to feel safe and loved. We decorated his room with bright colors, shelves full of books, and his favorite dinosaurs.
But Bobby remained silent.
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He observed everything with those big, thoughtful eyes like he was trying to figure out if this was real or just temporary. Jacob and I poured every ounce of love we had into him, hoping he’d open up.
“Do you want to help me bake cookies, Bobby?” I’d ask, crouching down to his level.
He’d nod, his tiny fingers grabbing the cookie cutters, but he never said a word.
One day, Jacob took him to soccer practice and cheered on from the sidelines.
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“Great kick, buddy! You’ve got this!” he shouted.
But Bobby? He just smiled faintly and stayed quiet.
At night, I read him bedtime stories.
“Once upon a time,” I’d begin, peeking over the book to see if he was paying attention.
He always was, but he never spoke.
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Months passed like this. We didn’t push him because we knew he needed time.
Then his sixth birthday approached, and Jacob and I decided to throw him a small party. Just the three of us and a cake with little dinosaurs on top.
The look on his face when he saw the cake was worth every bit of effort.
“Do you like it, Bobby?” Jacob asked.
Bobby nodded and smiled at us.
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As we lit the candles and sang “Happy Birthday,” I noticed Bobby staring at us intently. When the song ended, he blew out the candles, and for the first time, he spoke.
“My parents are alive,” he said softly.
Jacob and I exchanged shocked glances, unsure if we’d heard him correctly.
“What did you say, sweetheart?” I asked, kneeling beside him.
He looked up at me and repeated the same words.
“My parents are alive.”
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I couldn’t believe my ears.
How could he know that? Was he remembering something? Had someone told him?
My mind raced, but Bobby said nothing more that night.
Later, as I tucked him into bed, he clutched his new stuffed dinosaur and whispered, “At the foster place, the grownups said my real mommy and daddy didn’t want me. They’re not dead. They just gave me away.”
His words broke my heart and made me curious about the foster home. Were his parents really alive? Why didn’t Mrs. Jones tell us this?
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The next day, Jacob and I returned to the foster home to confront Mrs. Jones. We needed answers.
When we told her what Bobby had said, she looked uncomfortable.
“I… I didn’t want you to find out this way,” she admitted, wringing her hands. “But the boy is right. His parents are alive. They’re wealthy and, uh, they didn’t want a child with health issues. They paid my boss to keep it quiet. I didn’t agree with it, but it wasn’t my call.”
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“What health issues?” I asked.
“He wasn’t well when they abandoned him, but his illness was temporary,” she explained. “He’s all good now.”
“And the story about that note? Was it all made up?”
“Yes,” she confessed. “We made that story up because our boss said so. I’m sorry for that.”
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Her words felt like a betrayal. How could someone abandon their own child? And for what? Because he wasn’t perfect in their eyes?
When we got home, we explained everything to Bobby in the simplest way we could. But he was adamant.
“I wanna see them,” he said, clutching his stuffed dinosaur tightly.
Despite our reservations, we knew we had to honor his request. So, we asked Mrs. Jones for his parents’ address and contact details.
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At first, she didn’t allow us to contact them. But when we told her about Bobby’s situation and how he was so desperate to see them, she was compelled to change her decision.
Soon, we drove Bobby to his parents’ place. We had no idea how he’d react, but we were sure this would help him heal.
When we reached the towering gates of the mansion, Bobby’s eyes lit up in a way we’d never seen before.
As we parked our car and walked toward it, he clung to my hand and his fingers tightly gripped mine as if he’d never let go.
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Jacob knocked on the door, and a few moments later, a well-dressed couple appeared. Their polished smiles faltered the second they saw Bobby.
“Can we help you?” the woman asked in a shaky voice.
“This is Bobby,” Jacob said. “Your son.”
They looked at Bobby with wide eyes.
“Are you my mommy and daddy?” the little boy asked.
The couple looked at each other and it seemed like they wanted to disappear. They were embarrassed and started explaining why they gave their child up.
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“We thought,” the man began. “We thought we were doing the right thing. We couldn’t handle a sick child. We believed someone else could give him a better life.”
I felt my anger rising, but before I could say anything, Bobby stepped forward.
“Why didn’t you keep me?” he asked, looking straight into his birth parents’ eyes.
“We, uh, we didn’t know how to help you,” the woman said in a shaky voice.
Bobby frowned. “I think you didn’t even try…”
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Then, he turned to me.
“Mommy,” he began. “I don’t want to go with the people who left me. I don’t like them. I want to be with you and Daddy.”
Tears filled my eyes as I knelt beside him.
“You don’t have to go with them,” I whispered. “We’re your family now, Bobby. We’re never letting you go.”
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Jacob placed a protective hand on Bobby’s shoulder.
“Yes, we’re never letting you go,” he said.
The couple said nothing except awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other. Their body language told me they were ashamed, but not one word of apology escaped their lips.
As we left that mansion, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace. That day, Bobby had chosen us, just as we had chosen him.
His actions made me realize we weren’t just his adoptive parents. We were his real family.
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Bobby flourished after that day, his smile growing brighter and his laughter filling our home. He began to trust us completely, sharing his thoughts, his dreams, and even his fears.
Watching him thrive, Jacob and I felt our family was finally complete. We loved it when Bobby called us “Mommy” and “Daddy” with pride.
And every time he did, it reminded me that love, not biology, is what makes a family.
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Actor Ali MacGraw sacrificed her own career for Steve McQueen
Ali MacGraw became a Hollywood superstar overnight. But just as quickly as she rose to fame, she disappeared from show business altogether.
Ali MacGraw
Ali MacGraw – born Elizabeth Alice MacGraw – was born on April 1, 1939, in Pound Ridge, New York, USA. Her mother, Frances, was an artist and worked at a school in Paris, later settling in Greenwich Village. She married Richard MacGraw, who was also an artist. In 1939, Ali was born.
Ali’s father Richard supposedly had issues from his own childhood which made him a little bit different from others.
He had survived a terrible childhood in an orphanage, running away at the age of 16 to go to sea. He would later study at an art school in Munich, Germany.
“Daddy was frightened and really, really angry. He never forgave his real parents for giving him up,” Ali explained, saying said her father’s adult life was spent “suppressing the rage that covered all his hurt.”
Ali MacGraw – childhood
Money was short for their family, too. Frances and Richard, together with Ali and her brother, Richard Jr, had to move into a house on a Pound Ridge wilderness preserve which they shared with an elderly couple.
“There were no doors; we shared the kitchen and bathroom with them,” Ali said. “It was utter lack of privacy. It was horrible.”
Mom Francis worked with several commercial-art assignments and supported the family. At the same time, Richard had a hard time selling his paintings, and as a result became very frustrated. Ali’s brother Richard became a victim for his anger at home.
“On good days he was great, but on bad days he was horrendous,” she recalled. “Daddy would beat my brother up, badly. I was witness to it, and it was terrible.”
Ali was the daughter of artists, and she knew that she, too, wanted to go into a creative line of work as she got older. She earned a scholarship at the prep school Rosemary Hall, and in 1956, she moved to study at Wellesley College in Massachusetts
By the age of 22, Ali MacGraw moved to New York and got her first job as an assistant editor at Harper’s Bazaar, working with photographers as an assistant.
Fashion work in New York
Fashion editor Diana Vreeland hired Ali as, what she recalls as, a “flunkie”. Ever seen the film The Devil Wears Prada? Well, it was pretty much that.
“It was ‘Girl! Get me a pencil!’,” MacGraw recalled.
The future Hollywood celebrity worked her job as an assistant for several months. Then, about six months in, fashion photographer Melvin Sokolsky noticed her beautiful looks, and Ali MacGraw was hired as a stylist,and given a better salary. She’d end up staying in that position for six years.
“I don’t know where she got this work ethic, but Ali would come in at eight a.m., and many times I’d come back at one in the morning and she would still be doing things for the next day,” Ruth Ansel, a former art director of Vanity Fair and Harper’s Bazaar recalls.
Ali was great as a stylist. But soon, she was asked to work in front of the cameras as a model. It didn’t take long before she was on magazine covers all over the world, even appearing in television commercials. For thing led to another, and Ali tumbled headfirst into the profession of acting.
She had been sketched nude by Salvador Dali a couple of years earlier. But when the surrealist artist started sucking her toes, MacGraw decided that she’d rather be an actress than a model.
Ali MacGraw – films
Ali went straight from an unknown stylist and into the world of cinema, and boy, did she do it with a bang.
She was untutored in the art of film, which gave her acting another dimension. Her natural beauty was stunning, and the audience loved her.
Following a small role in A Lovely Way to Die (1968), she was asked to star in the 1969 film Goodbye, Columbus. It turned out to be a great call, with MacGraw receiving a Golden Globe for Most Promising Newcomer – Female. The following year, she got her big international breakthrough with a role that would pretty much sum up her career.
Ali MacGraw had received a script from her agent. She’d read it and wept twice because of how much she loved it. She decided she really wanted a part in it, and got herself a meeting with the film’s producer Robert Evans – who at the time was Paramount Picture’s head of production – at the Beverly Hills Hotel’s Polo Lounge. Not only did Evans think she was perfect for the part in the movie Love Story, he absolutely fell in love with her.
MacGraw – playing the role of Jenny – acted alongside Ryan O’Neal in the movie Love Story. The American romantic drama film, in which Ali played a working-class college student, became a smash hit.
Love Story hit the cinemas in 1970, and wow did the audience cherish it. It became the No. 1 film in the United States, and at the time, it was the sixth highest grossing movie in history in the US and Canada.
Award-winning actress
MacGraw earned an Academy Award nomination for her role, and the film itself earned her another win and five Academy Award Nominations. She also won herself a second Golden Globe as Best Actress in a Motion Picture – Drama.
Film producer Robert Evans not only loved her on screen, he had fallen in love with her in real life, and that love was reciprocated. In 1969, the couple tied the knot, and two years later, they welcomed their son, Josh Evans.
Ali MacGraw was the hot new star of the 1970s, but her private life and marriage with Evans would soon come to an end. Steve McQueen had visited their home to ask her to star alongside him in The Getaway, and the two Hollywood stars clicked right away.
“I looked in those blue eyes, and my knees started knocking,” MacGraw recalled. “I became obsessed.”
MacGraw and McQueen had an affair, and she soon left Evans to live with the actor in Malibu, along with her son Josh.
“Steve was this very original, principled guy who didn’t seem to be part of the system, and I loved that,” she said.
Ali MacGraw – Steve McQueen
But after a while, Ali realized that Steve McQueen had his own problems. Following his father abandoning his mother, a then-14-year-old Steve was sent to a school for delinquent children. MacGraw said he never trusted women after that.
He didn’t like that she worked and had her own career. For a while, Ali stayed home to raise their sons. But her husband’s demands were something Ali simply couldn’t accept in the long run.
Not only that, but he’d explode if she even looked at another man. He also wanted her to sign a prenuptial agreement, promising not to ask for anything if they’d divorce. She abided by the agreement when they did divorce in 1978.
“I couldn’t even go to art class because Steve expected his ‘old lady’ to be there every night with dinner on the table,” she recalled.
“Steve’s idea of hot was not me. He liked blond bimbos, and they were always around.”
This was the start of a pretty dark time in MacGraw’s life. She arrived on set to shoot the 1978 film Convoy both drunk and high, which prompted her to quit drugs.
Leaving show business
At the same time, several of her movies, such as Players (1970) and Just Tell Me What You Want (1980) flopped.
“It’s brutal for women,” MacGraw told The Guardian about returning to show business in the late 1970s.
“I don’t think there’s a woman over 40 who’s ever been conspicuously in the spotlight who doesn’t get sick of the kind of questioning the media lays on you, the fashion industry, all of it. It’s cruel.”
MacGraw had a short stint as a Hollywood superstar actress. Thereafter, she decided to start working in interior design instead, but didn’t fully give up on her show business career. She appeared in the television miniseries The Winds of War (1983) and China Rose (1985), but soon, her life would change for the worse.
Ali MacGraw simply couldn’t get any work in film, and she thought she was useless. At the same time, she didn’t feel complete unless she had a partner, describing being in love like “a drug high”.
She felt alone and desperate, and drank heavily. In 1986, she checked herself into the Betty Ford Clinic in California.
“The worst stuff happened when I drank,” she said. “I lost my judgment; I fancied other women’s husbands.”
Family tragedies
Her son Josh Evans was 15 at the time and had a hard time watching his mother suffering. MacGraw spent 30 days in group therapy and came out a stronger person.
In 1993, another family tragedy occurred when her house in California burnt down due to a wildfire. She then decided to move from Los Angeles and settled in a town near Santa Fe, New Mexico.
“I live in a little village north of Santa Fe, New Mexico called Tesuque,” she revealed last year.
According to McGraw, her neighbors don’t see her as a former Hollywood star – instead they appreciate all the community work she’s been doing.
For example, she has been doing volunteer work at the annual International Folk Art Market in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
Ali MacGraw left acting, but in 2006, she found herself once again on stage. She reunited with her Love Story co-actor Ryan O’Neal in the Broadway adaptation of the Danish film Festen.
Outside of the Broadway show, MacGraw’s been out of the spotlight the last couple of decades. She’s put her heart into work for animal rights … and produced plenty of successful yoga videos.
Speaking to the Herald-Tribune in 2019, MacGraw stated that she’s still open to new adventures and work.
“One of the lucky things for someone my age is that I’m open and curious,” MacGraw said. “There’s not just one thing I love to do and feel bereft if I can’t. But I know that I’m not happy when I’m not doing something creative.”
Josh Evans – Ali MacGraw
Even though Ali left acting, her family still has a foot in the business. Son Josh Evans is an actor and director, and he’s made a great name for himself in Hollywood.
Also, he looks so much like his mother!
Being the child of Hollywood celebrities Robert Evans and Ali MacGraw certainly came with plenty of pressure.
But for Josh Evans, born in January of 1971, it was pretty much show business he wanted to do from the start.
The first job he ever wanted to do, however, wasn’t in the film business. He didn’t dream about working as an actor, but it was just one of those things that happened.
In 1989, Josh Evans had a small part in Dream a Little Dream (1989), but he wanted to do more. As a teenager with nothing to lose, he used to go to the manager’s office to see the breakdowns of movies being made.
Josh Evans – actor & director
That’s when he met someone he recognized in famous director Oliver Stone. He was making Born on the Fourth of July at the time, starring Tom Cruise. And Josh wanted in.
“At the time I just knew [Oliver Stone] from Platoon. He was making a movie with Tom Cruise and there was a role for the little brother. I wanted to play that part, so he got me a meeting with Oliver Stone,” Josh Evans recalls.
“When I sat with him, Oliver asked ‘Oh, you think you look like Tom Cruise?’. Now knowing him, I realize he was mocking me, but I said, ‘Yeah, I do.’ So, he said, ‘We’ll see what happens.’ Four months later, I got a call to audition and I got the part. It was very exciting and you could feel how special that movie was going to be.”
Since then, Josh has had a great career both acting and directing. He starred in the biographic film The Doors in 1991 and since, he’s been both acting and directing.
With eight films on his resume as a director, he actually had Michael Madsen starring in his 2015 film Death in the Desert. But what does he like best?
“I am definitely more comfortable on the side of the camera that does not show myself,” Josh Evans says.
“If an interesting opportunity presents itself, I am not opposed to it. I think there are other people out there who are more qualified and want it more than I do. As far as directing and telling my stories, I would do that for free, whereas acting is more of a job, but I enjoy it once I do it.”
Josh Evans – family
Josh is a really handsome man, and the resemblance to her mother Ali MacGraw truly is great, especially in his big wonderful eyes.
In 2019, his father – Ali’s ex-husband – Robert Evans passed away. However, the family had the great memory of being together for him when he was honored with a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in 2012.
Josh has been married twice. In October 2012, he married American singer and musician Roxy Saint. By then, their son Jackson was two years old – Grandma Ali MacGraw loves spending time with her wonderful family.
“He’s so wonderful,” MacGraw said about her son. “He’s my favorite human being on the planet, and he goes out with a girl I’m nuts about. Their relationship is so much about, among other things, friendship and respect.”
Ali MacGraw and Josh Evans surely are very proud of their wonderful family. We wish them all the best in the future, and who knows, maybe we’ll see them on the same stage or movie set in the future?
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