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Melissa didn’t cry.
Instead, she said she wasn’t ready to be a mom.
The poor teenage girl just wanted her baby to have a chance. A stable and safe family. A real one.
We signed the adoption paperwork a week later.
So did Melissa.
The agency made it feel like a checklist — legal names, background checks, parenting classes, baby CPR. We ticked every box, and suddenly, we were parents!
We named her Rhea.
She was tiny, with a tuft of dark hair and a cry that could shatter glass. Megan held her like she’d been waiting her whole life for that moment!
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