“Mama, you prayed and prayed for me? Why?”

“Because I wanted you to be safe and I loved you very, very much.”

“You gotten me from the hospital, and my birth mom left me there?”

“Well, your birth mom was sick, and you were sick, and that is why you were in the hospital when I brought you home.”

“Why was I sick?”

“Because your birth mom took bad medicine while you were growing in her tummy, and that meant your body was sick, too. Bubby and Sister grew in my tummy, but you grew in S’s tummy. That makes S your birth mom.”

“Why did she take that bad medicine?”

“Because she was sick and had many, many problems and she couldn’t make good choices. But she still loved you very, very much. There are people whose jobs are to make sure children are safe, and they decided you should live with Mommy and Daddy forever.”

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know for sure, but when you are big enough, I will help you find her.”

“Look! A motorcycle!”