She came into our lives as a two-month-old, crying baby with a dirty diaper and face with a bottle full of Kool-Aid in a Starbucks parking lot. Hours earlier, she and her biological mother had been rescued from a low-budget hotel in Houston, Texas. That’s where she had lived for the first two months of her life while her mother “worked” for a trafficker. She had a flat head from being left alone, unable to move or rollover for hours each day.
The first several months of fostering would prove exhausting on many fronts as she had major digestion issues. She would cry in pain and discomfort for most of the day. Nights were especially challenging because the crying didn’t end, and no amount of coddling seemed to ease her pains. We attended court hearings regularly and fostered her for almost a year before her mother asked us to adopt her. We had built a rapport with the mom, praying for and with her when we saw her in court. We had earned her trust.
At five years old, she is very spirited and fearless with an edge to her personality.