A friend of Reid’s suggested we let her have a « normal family. »
Her caseworker said ten prospective families had passed after learning she was blind.
That night, Reid sat at our kitchen table, staring at the yellow cup we’d bought her.
« Do they think we haven’t thought about what she needs? »
« I think they haven’t thought about Willa at all. »
We completed the adoption.
When Willa came home, she didn’t ask about toys or the bedroom we’d spent weeks preparing.
She asked where we slept.
Whether she could wake us.
Whether we’d be angry if she needed help.
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