I Found a Terrified Little Girl While Making a Delivery and Adopted Her – 16 Years Later She Said, ‘I Never Want to See You Again’

On paper, I became her mother that day, but in my heart, it had happened the first time she’d fallen asleep with her hand on my blanket.

Life didn’t magically get easier.

I left deliveries and started cleaning houses because the hours were flexible and people would pay cash.

One client recommended me to another.

I bought supplies instead of new clothes. Late-night scrubbing turned into regular contracts, and somehow my little hustle became a business.

I slapped magnetic signs on my dented Honda and called it professional.

Meanwhile, Rosie grew.

She turned into this loud, hilarious, stubborn teenager who could make a joke out of anything and still somehow save the last slice of pizza for me without being asked.

She rolled her eyes when I reminded her about homework, but she still yelled, “Text me when you get there,” if I left for a late job.

At sixteen, she stood backstage in a ridiculous glittery costume, fidgeting with her fake eyelashes.

“You ready?” I whispered.

“I’m more scared of you crying than the actual dance,” she said, smirking.

“Rude,” I sniffed, already tearing up.

When she graduated high school, she barreled through the crowd in her cap and gown and crashed into me so hard we almost both went down.

“We made it,” she laughed into my shoulder. “We actually made it.”

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