Eight years ago, on a stormy night, a toddler named Max was left at the doorstep of the children’s shelter where I worked.
He had nothing but a soaked teddy bear and a heartbreaking note. His wide, solemn eyes stayed with me.
Efforts to locate his birth mother led nowhere—she had simply disappeared.
After months of searching, I adopted him, …
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