Author: Tracy
At my 7-year-old daughter’s birthday party, my sister suddenly shoved a cake straight into her face. “Happy birthday! Surprise!” she screamed. My mother laughed out loud. “That was priceless!” My daughter stood completely still, frosting dripping down her face. Then she slowly turned to me and said, “Mom, can I show them the present now?” In that instant, every smile on their faces froze. My daughter’s seventh birthday party was supposed to be a sanctuary of simplicity. Just cake, pizza, a rented bounce house in our Columbus backyard, and a handful of first-grade girls wearing paper crowns and glitter sneakers.…
When I was four years old, my mother sat me on a bench inside a church and said, “Stay here. God will take care of you.” Then she turned around and walked away, smiling, hand in hand with my father and sister. I was too stunned to even cry—I could only sit there and watch them leave me behind. But twenty years later, they walked into that very same church, looked straight at me, and said, “We’re your parents. We’ve come to take you home!” I was four years old when my mother discarded me in a house of God.…