At Christmas, My Parents Made My Adopted Daughter Wash Dishes. Then a Letter Revealed the Secret They Had Kept for Six Years.

The next morning, Chloe woke early and asked if we could go to the park before breakfast.

Camilla was already making coffee in the kitchen.

I said yes.

Chloe ran to find her shoes, then stopped in the doorway and asked, “Does this mean Camilla is family?” I looked at her.

“Yes,” I said.

“She’s family.” Chloe grinned.

“Good.

Then she has to help carry the picnic blanket.”