Get comfortable, because this story about how I fought for the daughter of my heart will show you what true family really means.
Before Lily came into my life, I had everything figured out. I was working as a pediatric nurse at Memorial Hospital, had just been promoted to head nurse on my floor, and was in a two-year relationship with Mark, an architect I’d met through mutual friends. We had started talking about moving in together, and life seemed to be following the perfect timeline I had imagined for myself.
That all changed on a rainy Tuesday night in October.
I had just gotten home from a twelve-hour shift, kicked off my shoes, and settled on the couch with a glass of wine and takeout. The doorbell rang around 9:30. I almost ignored it, thinking it was probably a package delivery or someone at the wrong address. When it rang again, more insistently, I reluctantly got up.
What I found changed my life forever.
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