I was just three when my adoptive parents brought me home.
After years of trying for a third child—a daughter to “complete” the family—they adopted me.
From the outside, it looked picture-perfect: two older brothers, a little girl, and a cozy home filled with love.
But behind closed doors, it was far from perfect.
Liam and Josh, two and five …
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