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Why I Adopt {the second half* of the story}
We wait under fluorescent lights for the girls to file in. Though there are some new faces each month, the veterans’ familiarity with us sets all the girls at ease. They know what to expect this night, these children of routine and rhythm, whose variables have...Those Years When Her Body Knew No Embrace, and He Loved Her
She let me in on the conversation in her head as she casually cut tomatoes on the kitchen counter. “I can’t believe all those years in Africa I never knew what a hug was.” Said just as matter-of-fact as “Mommy, these tomatoes are ripe,”...