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
“Can you keep it?”
“Of course.”
“Don’t put it in some emotional display.”
“No promises.”
“Mom.”
“Fine.”
It went into a storage box.
Not sacred.
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