On the one hand being a
motherless for thirty-eight years and a fatherless for twenty-one years is no
easy, but on the other hand it made me stronger despite my circumstance–a
bittersweet life which shaped me who I am now. Anyone can achieve even the
greatest dream still whether or not he is an orphan. I’d been there.
Let these photos evince
words I can’t utter further–one of the many marks of grace I received. And if
not for my adopted child’s initiative to post them on Facebook, they could’ve
been almost forgotten. This was three years ago.
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