I look at her, loving on him, and the reality of her life hits me. Abandonment. Abuse. Trauma.
Knowing what her biological father did to her and her other brother. She watched him punch an infant in the face! And now, here we are, several years later, and she’s giving her new sibling what was never given to her, by one of the people supposed to have protected her most.
It gives me hope for humanity. Hope for my children. Hope in a world that’s teaching our children lessons that we are trying to protect them from.