I grew up in an orphanage with my best friend Lila, and together we dreamed of creating the kind of family we never had. When she became a mother, I stood by her through every challenge, loving her daughter Miranda like my own. After Lila’s tragic passing when Miranda was just five, I couldn’t bear the thought of her entering the system. I adopted her, promising her stability, love, and a home she could trust. It wasn’t always easy, but every moment—every bedtime story, every school play, every tear-filled night—wove us closer together.
Raising Miranda became the most meaningful part of my life. We learned to navigate grief, growing pains, and the ordinary chaos of everyday living. She blossomed into a bright, kind young woman who called me Mom without hesitation. As she grew older, I watched her become more confident, more independent, and more sure of her place in the world. I didn’t realize how deeply she had been paying attention to the sacrifices I made to give her a secure and loving life.
