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

“Yes.” She started crying, and I did too.

The next question was harder.

“When can I meet her?” Camilla asked.

I told her Dr.

Lewis wanted to help us prepare Chloe and introduce them gradually, beginning with a photograph and a short letter.

Camilla went quiet.

“I’ve waited years,” she said.

“I know.” “It hurts to wait another week.” “I know that too,” I answered.