My Adopted Daughter Was Washing Dishes While the Other Kids Opened Christmas Gifts—Then She Asked a Question That Broke My Heart

a single photograph of Elena.

Not one.

Under the tree sat piles of presents.

Dozens of them.

Every gift had a name.

None belonged to his daughter.

Suddenly every uncomfortable memory from the last four years came rushing back.

Every slight.

Every exclusion.

Every excuse he had made on behalf of his parents.

And for the first time, he stopped defending them.

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