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.”

Grateful that it had brought Ava to us. Afraid because part of me still did not understand how something so lost had found its way back.

Life didn’t become perfect, but it became full again.

Then yesterday, Ava walked into the living room carrying that same jacket.

Her face was pale.

“Mom,” she said.

“I found something Lily left inside this.”

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