Over time, Lila grew stronger, her laughter returning like sunshine after rain. As she ran through the garden, chasing butterflies, I realized we had both found what we were missing. She often said her first parents must have chosen me for her because I “looked like someone who needed love too.” Today, she is healthy and thriving, and I finally understand: motherhood is born from love, not biology. She entered my life when I needed her most, and in loving her, I became whole.