My Sister Abandoned Her Baby With Me — Ten Years Later, My Parents Took Me to Court and Regretted It

Lily started kindergarten, a milestone that filled me with pride. Our morning routine was well established—breakfast, outfit selection, backpack checking. She was an early riser, often waking me by climbing into bed with her stuffed bunny Hoppy and a steady stream of questions.

“Nana, is today library day? Can I wear my star shoes? Will you make pancakes with blueberry smiles?”

I’d transitioned to a position as a school nurse at an elementary school different from Lily’s, maintaining professional boundaries. The job came with family-friendly hours and holidays off—crucial changes that allowed me to be more present.

Our apartment had become a true home, walls covered with Lily’s artwork and photographs. Her personality had blossomed into something remarkable—curious, resilient, creative.

We had special traditions. Friday nights were movie nights with homemade popcorn and pillow forts. Sunday mornings meant visits to the park. These simple rituals created the stability children crave.

As Lily grew older, her questions about her origins became more frequent.

“Where is my mom now?” she’d ask, eyes wide.

“I don’t know exactly,” I’d answer honestly. “But she made sure you came to me because she knew I would love you very much.”

“Will she ever come back?”

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