I Adopted a Homeless Woman’s 4-Year-Old Son – 14 Years Later, My Husband Revealed What the Boy Was ‘Hiding’

She’d take what she needed, say thank you like she meant it, and disappear.

I wondered about her sometimes when I was folding donated sweaters or wiping down the plastic chairs.

Where did she go? Who was she before she ended up sleeping by the river?

When her son was born, she named him Noah.

I remember the first time I held him.

She’d gone back to meet with the nurse, and I’d been sitting near the door.

Noah was maybe three months old then, wrapped up like a tiny burrito.

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