The first time I saw Evelyn, she was sleeping quietly inside a white crib placed near the corner of a softly lit foster care room. Her tiny fingers rested beneath her cheek while gentle curls framed her peaceful face.
A social worker stood beside me holding a thin folder that contained the painful summary of Evelyn’s short life. She explained that the child had been left behind shortly after birth by overwhelmed biological parents unable to continue care.
Inside the file was a handwritten note that immediately brought tears to my eyes. It explained that Evelyn had Down syndrome and that her parents believed…
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