My Wife Waited Years to Become a Mother – but Just Four Weeks After the Adoption, I Came Home and Found Her Crying: ‘We’re Not Parents Anymore!’

I was holding Rhea while Megan folded laundry, and she looked at me and said, “I keep thinking about that knock on the door. I still flinch every time someone comes by.”

I walked over, kissed her forehead, and said, “That knock didn’t end anything. It just reminded us of who we are.”

She smiled then.

“We’re her parents.”

“Yes,” I said. “And no one’s taking that away again.”

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