I remember after she left. One day at church I was just sitting there kinda missing her and trying to understand what all had happened. I just kept thinking in my head, she is not my girl, but it feels she is, but she is not, just get over it. After church, outta the blue, my neice Marry Joe, who my sister Theresa is her foster mom, came running over to me. She says to me;
"I am Theresa's baby and Esther is YOUR baby."
As soon as she said that I was like oh, Okay God I heard you! I may only be 13 years older than her. We may not ever live together. It may not make sense, it may seem weird, but Esther and I have an understanding that we will always belong to each other. I love you Esther!!!
This is our story!!!
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