My husband’s five-year-old daughter had barely eaten since moving in with us. “I’m sorry, Mom… I’m not hungry,” she would repeat to me night after night.

He sighed as if he’d had that conversation too many times before.

“She’ll get used to it. It was worse with her biological mother. Give her time.”

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