They used to stare when I walked into the adoption office.

And my favorite:

“You are so small… how will you carry a child?”

I remember smiling and answering the only way I knew how.

“With love.”

That should have been enough.

But back then, people looked at disability and saw limitation before humanity. They saw my height before they saw my heart. To them, I was a risk. An exception. A story that probably wouldn’t work out.