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The night my sister arrived at my door is one I will never forget. Rain soaked her coat as she stood there holding the hand of her adopted daughter, her face pale and strained. She carried an envelope she seemed afraid to open, yet unable to let go of.
When she finally spoke, her voice was barely steady. She explained that new information had surfaced—details no one expected—that changed everything about the adoption. What began as a moment of confusion quickly became the start of a life-altering truth for both of us, one that challenged assumptions we had carried for years.
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