CHILDREN, NOT OF MY BLOOD BUT OF MY HEART

I held them gently for a moment in time. Click. Two of my six children: one who had barely survived his birth father slitting his throat, then spent years in an orphanage; the other who had been malnourished and starved. Click. Children of extreme trauma. Adrift, abandoned. Children who faced limited, even dismal, futures. When[…]

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