I am sharing this post about the insecurities that plague me when I realize what my children have lost in being adopted.
When Love Is Not Enough
“She reminds me so much of my daughter when she was this age!”
“She is so much like you.”
“Perfect mix of you and Saathi.”
The comments make me smile. I touch my daughters cheeks and mine as if the contours tell a story that only my fingers understand. She looks at me, eyes bright and a laugh ready to spill.