***
Later, the nurse told me the little girl had no other known living family.
Foster care would take her the moment she was cleared.
Something inside me refused to accept that.
I managed to save her.
***
So I started showing up. I can’t explain why, but I felt an instant connection with Lily.
Every morning before rounds and every night after, I checked on her, brought stuffed rabbits from the gift shop, and children’s books I hadn’t read since I was a kid myself. I sat with her while we read them together.
“You know you’re getting attached, Paul,” my colleague, Mark, told me one afternoon, watching me through the recovery ward window.
“I know.”
I started showing up.
“That’s not a bad thing. Just don’t lie to yourself about what you’re doing,” Mark insisted.
Day by day, I realized I couldn’t let her be placed in foster care.
Two months later, I signed the adoption papers.
