While I Was in the Hospital, My Parents Told My 6-Year-Old Adopted Daughter She Was Being Sent Back to the Orphanage—They Never Expected What Happened Next

it in his palm as if it might break.

“She hasn’t done this in over a year,” he said.

I sat on the edge of the bed with one hand resting over the healing incision on my stomach.

The physical pain from surgery had become bearable.

The pain caused by my family returned in waves.

I took the granola bar from Daniel.

“She thinks food might disappear,” I said.

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