After Adopting a Special Girl, I Saw 11 Rolls-Royces Parked Outside — What Happened Next Was Unbelievable
I’m Donna, seventy-three, widowed, and for years quietly invisible. After Joseph died, I kept busy with gardening, baking, and church, but the empty chair at holidays was a constant grief. One Sunday, I overheard whispers about a newborn with Down syndrome at the local shelter. “Too much work,” someone said. That afternoon, I was holding…