She sends Ellie cards with kittens and stickers. She calls to ask about school and favorite snacks. She even baked her a birthday cake with pink frosting flowers.
I’m still cautious.
I don’t forget easily.
But Ellie?
“I think Grandma will be better now,” she said one day while brushing her doll’s hair.
Maybe she will.
Maybe she won’t fully understand what she did.
But one thing is certain:
Ellie will never question where she belongs again.
Not in my home.
Not in my family.
And never in her own story.
