A person who will need care their whole life is exactly as worthy of love as a person who will need none.

I did not learn this in that hospital; I already believed it.

But I felt it there, holding a baby the world had tried to put a price on, more fiercely than I had ever felt anything, and I have never let go of it since.

She was worth everything, just as she was.

They all are.

That is the truth my brother forgot for one terrible afternoon, and the truth his wife never forgot for one second, and it is, in the end, the whole quiet heart of everything I am trying to say.

Chapter 9 — He Appeared at My Door