A Love That Stays
The first time I saw Sophie, she ran straight into my arms.
She was small, her wide brown eyes filled with wonder as she took in everything around her. Her wild curls bounced with each step, and she smelled of baby shampoo and fresh grass. As she clung to me, it was as if she had already decided I belonged to her—like she instinctively knew she had finally found where she belonged.
Claire and I had spent years trying to reach this moment. After countless heartbreaks—miscarriages, failed pregnancies, shattered hopes—we turned to adoption. The process was exhausting, filled with endless paperwork, intrusive home visits, and agonizing waiting. But now, here we were, sitting across from a social worker, with Sophie nestled comfortably in my lap.
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