I'm
sure I'm not the only one secretly obsessed with tales of Adoption Gone
Wrong. I don't know why - I'm not adopted myself, and I've neither
adopted a child nor given one up for adoption. Maybe it's because
these kinds of stories represent the breakdown of the family at its
most extreme. Whenever I hear one, I have a good, cathartic cry, and
go hug my kids, thanking God that no one can ever take them away from
me.
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