I always believed that adopting my best friend Rachel’s four children after her death was the purest act of love I could give. We grew up side by side, sharing school days, small apartments, motherhood, and late-night talks about our fears and dreams. When Rachel lost her husband suddenly and later fell ill herself, I stepped in without question. In her final days, she made me promise her children would never be separated and would always have a home. I agreed, certain I understood everything about her life and wishes.
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