We adopted a girl no one wanted because of a birthmark. Twenty-five years later, a letter from her biological mother showed up in our mailbox and changed what we thought we knew.
I’m 75. I’m Margaret.
My husband, Thomas, and I have been married for over 50 years.
For most of that time, it was just us. We wanted children. We tried for years.
I did tests, hormones, appointments. One day a doctor folded his hands and said, “Your chances are extremely low. I’m so sorry.”
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