Virginia and Catalina are two albino girls from Argentina who became viral on social media when they were born four years ago.
In 2018 Jorge Gomez and his wife received the good news that they were going to become parents to two twin baby girls. The couple already had a son and became ecstatic when the doctors told them they were expecting twin girls.
According to Gomez, the pregnancy was completely normal, and his wife used to visit her doctor regularly.
“When they gave us the news that we would have two babies, it gave us a lot of happiness, and when they were born, and we saw that they were albinos that happiness did not change at all. For us it is a blessing,” he told a local news outlet.
The father-of-three said that there were no complications and everything went smoothly. However, in the 36th week, doctors told him that they had to deliver the babies immediately.
So, the girls were born prematurely in the 36th week. But they were healthy and weighed normal. Catalina was born two minutes earlier than Virginia. They both weighed 5.95 lbs and 5.5 lbs, respectively.
The unusual thing about the newborn girls was their milky white hair. Gomez and his wife didn’t see any kid like that before in their lives, nor did anyone else.
So, the girls became an overnight sensation in Argentina in 2018 and made headlines in many media outlets and newspapers.
The pictures of them went all over the internet, and people were amazed to see two small girls born with snow-white hair.
According to LV12, the twins were born with a rare genetic disorder, albinism in which there is a lack of pigmentation in the skin.
People with albinism do not have enough melanin pigment in their skin and are born with either white or blonde hair. This condition also affects their coloring and eyesight. Some babies even have ginger hair, depending on the amount of melanin in their skin.
Catalina and Virginia were the first-ever kids born with albinism in Argentina. Their rare condition made them popular in the country.
“When they gave us the news that we would have two babies, it gave us a lot of happiness, and when they were born, and we saw that they were albinos, that happiness did not change at all,” Jorge Gomez told LV12.
He said he felt super blessed to be their father and never once thought that they were different from other kids or something was wrong with them.
“There were some precautions that we as parents had to bear in mind. For example, the girls are extremely sensitive to UV rays, which affect their skin and can cause sunburn and even cancer in a worst-case scenario,” said Gomez.
“So, we have to be extra cautious all the time and make sure that they are not going in the sunlight and are well protected from extreme weather conditions, especially hot weather.”
The twins are now four years old and look even more beautiful as they are growing up.
I Was About to Say ‘I Do’ at My Wedding When My 13-Year-Old Son Screamed, ‘Dad, Wait! Look at Her Shoulder!’
As I lifted my bride’s veil, ready to say “I do,” my son’s voice cut through the chapel. “Dad, wait! Look at her shoulder!” The room froze. Murmurs spread through the guests. My heart pounded as I followed his gaze — what could he have seen?
Four years ago, I buried my wife, and with her, a part of myself. The funeral was a blur: black umbrellas against a gray sky, Tim’s small hand in mine, both of us trembling.
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I thought I’d never find happiness again. But life, as it tends to do, went on.
When I met Carolyn, it was like I could breathe again. She was patient with my grief, understanding when I had bad days, and most importantly, she loved Tim.
She never tried to replace his mother, but instead created her own space in his life.
Tim, now 13, didn’t object to our relationship, but he wasn’t excited either.
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While I was falling in love, Tim was watching, observing, and staying quiet. I told myself he just needed time.
“How do you feel about Carolyn moving in permanently?” I asked him one night, my heart racing as I awaited his response.
He shrugged, his eyes fixed on his dinner plate. “Whatever makes you happy, Dad.”
It wasn’t exactly enthusiasm, but it wasn’t rejection either. I took it as a win.
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When I proposed to Carolyn six months later, Tim stood beside us, his face unreadable as she said yes through tears of joy.
The wedding day arrived on a perfect spring afternoon. The chapel was small and warm, filled with candlelight and fresh flowers. Our guests, a modest gathering of close friends and family, smiled as I stood at the altar, waiting.
And then she appeared.
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Carolyn stood before me in an elegant sleeveless dress, glowing under the lights. A delicate veil covered her face, and when I lifted it, she looked breathtaking.
Her eyes shimmered with tears, and I couldn’t believe my luck. This incredible woman had chosen me, chosen us.
The minister began the ceremony, his voice steady and calm as he guided us through our vows. Everything was perfect — until it wasn’t.
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“If anyone can show just cause why this couple cannot lawfully be joined together in matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”
“Dad, wait!”
Tim’s voice rang out, making the entire room freeze. My heart dropped as I turned to see my son standing, his eyes locked on Carolyn.
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“Tim, what are you—” I began, but he cut me off.
“Dad… look at her shoulder!”
Confused, I glanced down and saw a large tan-colored birthmark on Carolyn’s right shoulder — a mark I’d seen many times before, shaped vaguely like a butterfly. What was he seeing that I wasn’t?
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“Tim, this isn’t the time,” I whispered desperately, feeling the eyes of every guest boring into us.
Tim stepped forward, his voice shaking. “Dad, there’s a girl in my class called Emma with the same type of birthmark, similarly shaped, in the same place.”
The chapel fell silent. I could hear someone cough nervously from the back row.
“And I remember reading that those types of birthmarks usually run in families. They’re genetic,” Tim continued, his voice growing more confident.
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Before I could process what that meant, I felt Carolyn stiffen beside me. When I turned to look at her, her face had turned pale.
“Carolyn?” I asked, suddenly uncertain.
She swallowed hard. “I need to tell you something…”
The minister cleared his throat awkwardly. “Perhaps we should take a brief recess—”
“No,” Carolyn said firmly, her eyes never leaving mine. “I need to say this now.”
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She took a shaky breath. “When I was 18, I got pregnant. A little girl with a birthmark similar to mine. But I wasn’t ready to be a mother. I gave my daughter up for adoption.”
Gasps echoed through the chapel. My mind raced, trying to make sense of her words. This meant Tim’s classmate could be her daughter — her long-lost child.
The silence in the room became suffocating.
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“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, my voice softer now, aware of our audience but unable to postpone this conversation.
Carolyn’s eyes filled with tears. “I was scared. I didn’t know how to bring it up. It was the hardest decision I ever made, and I’ve spent years trying to make peace with it.”
I took a deep breath, my mind swimming with questions. Part of me was hurt she’d kept this from me, but another part understood her fear.
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“We need to talk about this. After the ceremony,” I said finally.
She nodded, relief washing over her face.
We finished the ceremony in a daze. Our guests, sensing the gravity of the situation, offered subdued congratulations before quickly departing.
As the last guest left, I turned to Tim, who had been unusually quiet since his outburst.
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“Does this girl have parents? Have you met them?” I asked.
Tim hesitated. “I’ve seen an older couple pick Emma up from school. They look… like grandparents.”
I turned to Carolyn with a dawning realization. “Is it possible… that your parents adopted your daughter?”
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Carolyn’s face went pale again. She sank into a nearby chair, her wedding dress pooling around her like spilled milk.
“My parents wanted to keep her,” she whispered, staring at her hands. “When I told them I was pregnant, they begged me to let them raise her. But I refused. I thought giving her up to strangers would be a fresh start for everyone.”
“What happened then?” I asked gently.
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“I left the country after the birth. Traveled for years, trying to outrun my guilt. My parents and I stopped speaking. They never forgave me for giving away their grandchild.”
I sat beside her, taking her trembling hands in mine. “But if your parents found and adopted your daughter, that means she’s been right here, in our town all along.”
The next day, after much consideration and a night of little sleep, we drove to her parents’ house.
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When they opened the door, their faces hardened with years of unresolved pain. Her father, a tall man with silver hair, stood protectively in front of her mother.
“Why are you here?” her father asked coldly.
Carolyn took a deep breath and confronted them. “Did you adopt my daughter?”
Her mother gasped.
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Her father looked away before finally admitting, “We found her in an orphanage three months after you left. We couldn’t let her grow up without family.”
Carolyn’s breath hitched. “You raised her?”
“And we told her about you,” her mother said gently, stepping forward. “We showed her pictures. We told her how talented and kind you were. We always hoped you’d come back.”
“Does she know I’m her mother?” Carolyn asked, her voice barely audible.
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“She knows she was adopted, and that you’re her biological mother,” her father replied. “She’s known since she was old enough to understand.”
“How would she feel about meeting me now?” Carolyn asked, fear evident in her voice.
Her parents exchanged a look that contained years of shared pain and hope.
Carolyn, tears streaming down her face, whispered, “I made a mistake back then. I want to fix it. Please… can I see her?”
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Her father hesitated before sighing. “Give us some time. Let us prepare her. This can’t be rushed.”
For a week, Carolyn barely slept. She would wake up in the middle of the night, pacing our bedroom, rehearsing what she would say to Emma when or if they met.
Tim was surprisingly supportive.
“She seems nice at school,” he offered one evening. “She’s good at math. And she has your smile.”
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When the call finally came, Carolyn nearly dropped the phone in her haste to answer it. The meeting was set for the following afternoon.
Emma arrived at our house with Carolyn’s parents. She was a slender girl with Carolyn’s eyes and a serious expression that melted into curiosity as she saw Carolyn.
“Hello,” she said simply, her voice steady despite the enormity of the moment.
“Hello, Emma,” Carolyn replied, her voice trembling.
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“I know who you are,” Emma said, looking directly at Carolyn. “Grandma and Grandpa have pictures of you all over the house.”
“They do?” Carolyn asked, surprised.
“You’re still their daughter,” Emma said matter-of-factly. “Just like I’m still your daughter, even though you couldn’t keep me.”
The wisdom in her young voice brought fresh tears to Carolyn’s eyes.
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She kneeled before Emma, careful not to crowd her.
“I don’t expect anything. I just want to know you, if you’ll let me,” Carolyn said.
Slowly, Emma smiled. “I’d like that. And I already know Tim from school. He’s pretty cool, for a boy.”
Tim, who had been hovering uncertainly in the doorway, grinned at this backhanded compliment.
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As I watched them — Carolyn, Emma, Tim, and the grandparents who had bridged an impossible gap — I saw a broken family begin to mend.
Tim gained a sister that day. Carolyn got a second chance at something she thought she had lost forever.
And I realized that families aren’t always what we expect them to be.
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Sometimes they’re messy and complicated. Sometimes they break apart and find their way back together in ways we never could have imagined.
But when they do, it’s something close to magic.
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