Love isn’t supposed to have conditions, but for my sister, it did. Without a second thought, she gave up her adopted daughter the moment she had a biological son. As I tried to comprehend her cruelty, she simply shrugged, saying, “She wasn’t really mine anyway.” But karma was already knocking on her door.
Some moments shatter you, leaving you breathless. For me, it was when my sister Erin uttered four unthinkable words: “I gave her back.” She had returned Lily, her adopted daughter, once she had her biological son, Noah. As I processed the horror, Erin remained detached, claiming Lily wasn’t really hers.
I couldn’t understand how she could treat a child like that. But the universe had a way of setting things right.
I fought to bring Lily back into my life. Three months later, she came home for good. Erin never apologized, but I had everything I ever wanted. Sometimes, the family you fight for is more precious than the one you’re born into.
