After delivering a baby for a lonely mother, the doctor looked at the newborn’s face and dropped his instruments in shock. He stared into the baby’s distinct amber eyes and whispered, “where is the woman who brought you here?” The mother pointed to her bag, revealing an old photograph that solved a twenty-year-old mystery…

the sun is shining.

Love is standing in the wreckage after the shame. Love is relentlessly paying down the debts you owe. Love is rocking a screaming child at two in the morning when your bones ache. Love is swallowing your pride and accepting that forgiveness—if you are lucky enough to receive it at all—will only arrive on someone else’s clock.

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