I opened it to find not a little girl, but a young woman – poised, warm, her eyes shining with both strength and compassion.
She smiled, and for a moment, time blurred. She told us she had often thought of us – not with anger, but with curiosity and hope. My husband stood beside me, his expression heavy with the apology he’d never spoken aloud. We listened as she shared her story – one of challenge and perseverance, but also love and guidance from those who had taken her in.
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