When the Eight-Year-Old Boy We Were Adopting Came Home With Everything He Owned in a Black Bag—Then My Missing Brother’s Watch Fell Onto His Bed
“Reed is my name.”
Done.
We updated his family records to document David’s original identity.
Medical history.
Genealogy.
Legal files.
But identity did not need to become restoration theater.
David chose Reed.
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