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

car. I kept a drawer at Althea’s place with spare shirts and a toolkit for wobbly furniture and toy repairs. We wrote down schedules and stayed kind when schedules changed. We spoke to each other with respect, especially when we were tired.

The more we practiced, the more the three of us felt like a team.

The Picnic That Named the Future

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