But Lily didn’t care.
She blossomed in our home. She laughed. She sang. She asked endless questions. She hugged us fiercely, as if afraid we might disappear.
She grew into a thoughtful, intelligent young woman—kind to a fault, deeply empathetic, always wanting to help. When she told us she wanted to become a doctor, Thomas cried openly.
“She’s going to heal people,” he said proudly. “Just by being herself.”
Lily became our entire world.