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.”

hem of the jacket and staring at the floor.

The director explained that her mother was dead, her father was unknown, and she had already been moved too many times.

Daniel crouched a few feet away and said, “Hi, Ava.”

She looked up.

Eventually, she came home for good.

“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.”

Her fingers stayed locked on the jacket.

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