I’m Still Your Brother
People sometimes imagine that the adoptive parent is the giver and the child the receiver, the rescuer and the rescued.
It was never that simple between Silas and me.
We were two people who had each lost nearly everything, and we saved each other, and I am not sure to this day which of us was drowning worse when we met.
Chapter 2 — The Children I Buried
Three years before I ever heard his name, I buried both of my children.
My daughter, Ivy, and my son, Aaron, were killed in a car accident on a snowy evening outside Columbus.
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