We headed South a week ago to pick up our new baby boy who is 17 months old. It’s been an intense few months. One legal fight after another. He’s adjusted from the first night and we are blessed. It was just a matter of time before the questions would start from our four year old about her new baby brother!
Kali: Mama, who is my baby’s mommy? Is it Kara (I don’t know why she thinks it’s my friend)
Me: no, baby girl, she’s not his mommy.
Kali: who is his mommy and why didn’t she want him? What’s her name? Where does she live?
Me: she couldn’t keep him. She’s sick. Her name doesn’t matter right now. She’s not healthy enough to have him. So he came here that way we can give him a good life. And love him a lot.
Kali: mommy, he will be loved…
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