It was her very first flight — a one-way ticket my husband and I booked without hesitation. At 2 a.m., she stepped through our front door, and we embraced her as our own. She and our youngest son, her biological brother, fell into the sweetest hug. No words were needed — they felt it. The love, the familiarity, the unspoken connection. However long she’s with us, one thing is clear: she belongs. She is family.
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