As a very young child, I’d fantasized about my parents coming to reclaim me and bring me home. I’d pretend they wanted me and build a fake home with them in my head. Sometimes, I wondered if that was why I enjoyed sewing quilts for this place, or the reason I’d added on extra bedrooms to the original building of the ranch. I was trying to build a home I’d never really had. Until now. Until her.
sobbing
