Love should be unconditional, but for my sister, it wasn’t. The moment she had a biological son, she gave up her adopted daughter, Lily, as if she were temporary. When I confronted her, she shrugged. “She wasn’t really mine anyway.” But karma had other plans.
Soon after, Child Protective Services arrived, investigating her ability to provide a stable home. While she panicked, my only concern was finding Lily. After weeks of searching, I discovered she was still in foster care—and I vowed to bring her home.
Through months of paperwork and visits, I reassured Lily she was loved. When she finally called me “Mommy,” I knew I had found my purpose. Erin never apologized, but it didn’t matter. I had everything I ever wanted.
Last week, Lily turned six, running through our yard in a butterfly crown. She was home, where she always should have been. Sometimes, family isn’t the one you’re born into—it’s the one you fight for.
