When my sister Erin gave birth to a son, she casually discarded her four-year-old adopted daughter, Lily, saying, “She wasn’t really mine anyway.” Shocked and furious, I confronted her, but she remained indifferent.Karma arrived quickly. Child Protective Services showed up, investigating Erin’s unstable parenting. Meanwhile, I searched tirelessly for Lily,
determined to bring her home. After months of paperwork and visits, I finally adopted her.On the day it became official, Lily hugged me tightly and called me “Mommy.” Erin never apologized, but I had everything I ever wanted a family built on love, not conditions.
