We Adopted a Girl Everyone Overlooked Because of a Birthmark — Twenty Five Years Later, a Letter Uncovered the Truth About Her Past
I’m seventy-five now, and when I reflect on my life, I don’t measure it by dates or milestones on a calendar. I measure it by moments of love and grief. By the doors that opened for us—and the ones that never did. For most of my years, it was simply my husband, Thomas, and me….