I knew you were mine, no matter what. ”Samantha’s eyes filled with tears. “You adopted me? ”“Yes,” I said, “but I’ve always seen you as my daughter.
You’re my blood, my heart, my dearest girl.” She clung to me, sobbing, “I thought you’d hate me. ”“Never,” I whispered. “You belong. You always have.
”In that moment, I knew: love isn’t about DNA. It’s about the family we choose. Samantha was chosen, and she was mine, always
