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
Not trash.
Somewhere between.
Like most family history.
The black bag is gone.
The watch remains.
The bear remains.
The letters remain.
David remains in stories.
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