Laying awake for hours waiting for it to be time. A bumpy taxi ride. Washed-out muddy streets. A locked metal gate opened before us. A long driveway. Up six steps, we are ushered into the care center living room.
And then this:
My son. The first time I am able to take him in my arms. To kiss him and tell him I love him. We are together. My heart will never be the same.