I Adopted a Girl with Down Syndrome That No One Wanted Right After I Saw 11 Rolls-Royces Parking in Front of My Porch!
I never planned to start over at seventy-three. Everyone expected me to fade quietly into my little house, knit scarves, and wait for the days to pass. Then my husband passed away, and the silence grew heavy — his aftershave still on a flannel shirt, the coffee pot always empty, and my sons too busy…