After 3 Boys, We Gave Up Our Dream of a Daughter—Then My Husband Called Me to the Hospital and Said, “There’s a Baby Here”

I looked at the photograph of Clara we’d brought in Maya’s keepsake folder.

Then I whispered:

“We’ve got her.”

I don’t know who I was saying it to.

Clara.

Brenda.

Myself.

Maybe all three.

PART 8 — THE BOX BECAME A DRAWER

By Maya’s first birthday, the cardboard box was gone.