I spent most of my adult life being asked why I had no husband or children. Behind my polite smile was a quiet ache born from years of infertility, heartbreak, and lonely evenings. I built a simple life in a small house filled with books and plants, yet silence always found me. Adoption was a thought I carried in my heart but feared to pursue. One day, the loneliness became louder than the fear, and I finally walked into a children’s shelter.
