I adopted my best friend’s daughter after her sudden death – When the girl turned 18, she told me, “You need to pack your bags!” – Page 3

“I’m not going anywhere, honey,” I promised her. “You’re stuck with me.”

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She was six years old when the judge signed the papers. That night I sat her down and explained it to her as simply as possible.

“You know I’m not your biological mother, right?”

She nodded, playing with the edge of her blanket.

“But now I’m your mom. Legally. Officially. That means I’m going to take care of you forever, if that’s okay with you.”

She looked at me with Lila’s eyes. “Forever?”

“Forever”.

She threw herself into my arms. “So can I call you ‘Mom’?”

“Yes!” I picked her up in my arms and cried.

I adopted my best friend’s daughter after her sudden death – When the girl turned 18, she told me, “You need to pack your bags!”