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    Dabney Is My Mom

    Four little words rocked my world. As I sat down to dinner and reread my place card, I felt a second pair of eyes watching me. Almond-shaped eyes, to be exact. Ansley’s little body hugged close to the corner of the wall as she said, “Do you like it, Mommy. What I wrote?” How could I not. I held out my arms and welcomed her in, engulfing her slender frame. We had had numerous conversations about her adoption from China. In my heart of hearts, I believed an open dialogue was the best avenue about this topic. However, when many late night tears and deep moans of anguish were followed by all…