A family rejected the baby I carried because she had Down syndrome-12 years later, they took me to court, but what my daughter did there left everyone speechless

shifts and quiet panic.

One day, Marcy found me crying in the break room and didn’t ask questions, just sat next to me with a paper cup of bad coffee.

“Whatever it is, kid,” she said, “you don’t have to figure it out tonight.”

I worked until my ankles swelled past my shoes. I read everything I could find about foster care, even though I already knew it,continue reading …