The Photo That Brought Us Back: An Adoption Story About Second Chances and Family

the weeks that followed, I visited on Saturdays. Daniel called me Uncle Andrés. We built fortresses from cardboard, launched paper rockets, and played shortstop and pitcher in the hallway. He laughed with his whole body, the way children do when they feel safe.

Althea watched us from the kitchen doorway with that quiet smile. Later, after bedtime, we continue reading …