Every once in a while Lily hits me with a question that makes want to sob right there on the spot but I know that God has given me the responsibility of protecting Lily and holding her heart so delicatly so even when I want to sob, I wait until I am alone.
So today Lily asks me, "Do you think my Chinese mommy kissed me when I was born?"
Me, "Yes, My Lily I know she kissed you when you were born. She is such a blessing to us"
Lily," Do you think she knew that you were a mommy who needed me?"
Me, "Yes, my dear Lily"
Oh how my heart aches for Lily, she looked sad today asking me those questions. I ache for a mother who has no idea what has happened to a daughter that she once kissed.