Born In My Heart, - My Hero
My daughter is not a birth child. She became ours when she was 3. Her upbringing was not good. A child of the system, she started out with 2 strikes againts her already. But she perseveried and thrived. She found the thrill of her first boat ride, McDonalds fries, just how badly her Grandmas spoiled her.
Then strike 3 -almost. She had a stroke big enough to destroy much of the growing she'd done and take her vision. Again, with the right help our stubborn, beautiful daughter adapted to being blind. Every day she goes on, finding joy in new things and teasing as much as ever.
She is my hero.