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Megan hesitated at first.
“I don’t want to miss the beginning,” she whispered one night. “I want to be there when they’re born. I want to be the first person they know.”
That’s when we decided to adopt only a newborn.
And that’s how we met Melissa.
She was 18.
Barely out of high school.
Melissa was quiet, small, and nervous.
She arrived at the meeting with her social worker, sitting straight-backed as if someone had told her that posture made one look mature. I remember Megan reaching for her hand and asking if she was okay.
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