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After years of longing for a child, I learned to let go of the dream of pregnancy and open my heart to another path. Adoption began as paperwork, interviews, and cautious hope, until the day we met Sophie. She was small, quiet, coloring flowers with a broken crayon, studying us with wide, careful eyes.
Over weeks of visits, she slipped gently into our lives—sharing books, holding our hands, hiding shy smiles. The day a judge declared her our daughter, she stepped into her new room, touched each belonging like it might vanish, and whispered thank you. In those early months, she asked permission for everything, apologized for tiny mistakes, and checked nightly that we were still there.
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