As the days passed, I found myself thinking less about the reactions of the five families and more about Lily herself.
I had never wanted her to feel like someone nobody wanted.
That was the thought that had stayed with me since our first meeting.
When I had heard about the earlier adoption attempts, I had imagined how confusing those experiences might have been for such a young child.
I didn't know what she remembered.
I didn't know how much she understood.
But I knew she deserved to feel wanted.
I wanted her to grow up with that certainty.
Sometimes, I caught myself looking at her and remembering the day I first saw her sitting alone.
I could still picture the room.
The other children had been playing.
The volunteers were arranging donations.
And Lily had been sitting quietly away from everyone else.
I had not known her story then.
I had only known that I wanted to help.
That decision had brought us together.
I didn't regret it.
I also didn't want the missing documents to become the only thing I thought about whenever I considered her past.
She was more than an adoption file.
She was more than five families who had withdrawn.
She was a child with her own personality, her own needs, and her own future.
I wanted to remember that.
One afternoon, I found myself thinking about the church.
It was where I had gone after losing my husband and daughter.
It was where I had slowly learned to leave the house again.
It was where I had discovered that helping other people could give my life some direction.
And it was where I had first encountered Lily.
I wondered what my life would look like if I had never started volunteering.
Perhaps I would still be living alone.
Perhaps I would still be spending my days trying to make time pass.
I couldn't know.
But I was grateful that I had gone.
I had found something meaningful there.
And I had found my daughter.
I thought about how much courage it had taken to ask about adopting her.
At the time, I hadn't known how long the process would take.
I hadn't known how difficult the questions would become.
But I had known that I wanted to try.
That was still true.
I didn't want the discovery of additional documents to make me doubt the love I had given Lily.
Love was not a mistake.
Wanting to give a child a home was not a mistake.
But I needed to be responsible enough to understand the facts.
That evening, I returned to the questions I had written down.
I read them once more.
I didn't add anything.
I had already asked what mattered most.
I wanted to know why the five families withdrew.
I wanted to know what the additional records contained.
And I wanted to understand why I hadn't been given that information during the adoption process.
I placed the paper away again.
Then I returned to Lily.
Whatever the answers turned out to be, I wanted her to have a childhood that wasn't controlled by the decisions of people who had come before me.
She deserved to be loved without conditions.
And I intended to keep showing her that.
Click here to continue reading: PART 16: I Had Waited So Long to Become a Mother Again That I Was Not Going to Let Fear Stop Me From Learning the Truth
The Empty Space My Husband and Daughter Left Behind Was the One Place I Never Expected Another Child to Fill
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