Claire’s mother was the one. For a moment, my heart stopped beating. Her words and presence seemed to me to transport us back to the beginning.
However, I was mistaken. Claire’s mother was holding a plush bunny. “Hey little one, I’m sorry I wasn’t around for so long,” she remarked as she walked up to Sophie.
Sophie was unsure whether she should approach, as was to be anticipated. She had only visited her grandma once or twice, but I urged her she should approach closer.
Claire’s mother expressed regret for everything. for consistently questioning her daughter’s capacity to love a kid she did not bear. At last, everything came together.
The finest choice we could possibly make was to adopt Sophie, the most devoted and kind 4-year-old daughter.
