“She rarely throws a fit for you. You tell her it’s time for a bath, and she thinks that’s the best idea in the world. Because it’s you. You’re her Ve-wa. Every time she says it, she might as well be calling you Mommy.” Vera’s mouth parted. “I didn’t think she’d ever have that. A mother. I didn’t even want to let myself dream she could. But she does. It’s you. You are her family. You are hers.” I crossed the room and took her face in my hands, holding those beautiful chocolate eyes. “And you’re mine. We are your family.”
