What Was “Temporary” Quietly Became My Whole Life
At first, everyone used the word temporary.
Temporary placement. Temporary care. Temporary plan.
But days turned into weeks.
Weeks turned into months.
And Noah became mine in every way that mattered.
I reshaped everything around him.
- Night shifts became day shifts.
- Promotions got postponed.
- Friends who didn’t understand drifted away.
Noah grew into the kind of kid who made adults pause.
Curious. Stubborn. Kind.
I taught him to read.
To throw a football.
To stand up for himself.
And one day, before he could even spell his last name, he called me Mom.
I never lied to him.
I told him the truth gently: he was chosen.
Another woman gave birth to him.
But I raised him.
He accepted that truth with a calmness that always humbled me.
Seventeen years passed like that.
And then one afternoon… a man in an expensive suit knocked on my door.
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