I adopted a five-year-old girl I found wrapped in my late daughter’s jacket – years later, she handed me a note and said, “Your daughter asked me to give this to you today.”

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By the time officers arrived, the child had been found hiding behind the dumpsters, crying so hard she could barely talk.

Her name was Ava. She was five years old. She had run away that morning from a children’s home a few blocks away. The jacket, we later learned, had reached her through a church continue reading …