“I was wrong about one thing,” my mom said suddenly. “I thought you needed to give her up because I feared my past being exposed and haunting you. But I see it now.”
“Oh, Mom.”
She stepped closer. “You were already her mother the moment you chose her. Nothing about this changes that.”
I looked down at my baby. Then back to my mom. “No, it doesn’t.”
And for the first time since my mom walked into that hospital room, everything felt steady again.
“You were already her mother the moment you chose her.”
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