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I looked down at Jennifer’s delicate face, her big eyes searching mine for safety. After years of longing, paperwork, and heartbreak, she was finally here—our daughter. Richard was practically glowing, his gaze locked on her as though memorizing every detail.
I smiled softly, resting a hand on Jennifer’s tiny shoulder. “She really is.”
From the moment we met her, something had clicked. She was four years old, quiet, a little guarded, but she already felt like ours.
A few weeks later, we decided to take her out for ice cream. Richard crouched down, smiling warmly.
“How about some ice cream? Would you like that?”
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