She dropped off her baby in a rush, asking me to watch her “for a bit,” but never came back. Hours later, a worried foster parent arrived with a bag of baby clothes and a note explaining my stepdaughter was overwhelmed, afraid she wasn’t enough, and wanted to be sure her child was safe.
Looking at that tiny girl sleeping in my arms, I knew one thing for certain: she wasn’t going to grow up feeling abandoned. If her mother couldn’t raise her right now, I would. Holding my granddaughter close, I made a quiet promise—to love her, protect her, and give her a home, no matter what it took.
