Conversations With Emily
During those weeks, Emily and I found ourselves in deeper conversations about our lives together. We’d sit on the porch, sipping lemonade, chatting about her hopes and my journey as her mom.
‘Ever thought about visiting where I was found, Mom?’ she asked one evening. ‘Maybe it holds some clues,’ I mused.
Her curiosity seemed endless, sparking a connection between us as we embraced whatever truths lay ahead.