I am Rossi's momma. I'm all she knows. She doesn't notice her family is mainly blonde and blue eyed. We are who she loves, depends on. Her innocence takes my breath. I dread the day that is taken from her.
The first time I held Rossi, she cried. I guess I was presumptuous to assume she'd fall into my arms and love me. I was a stranger. We have really bonded recently. To the point she only wants me, many times. I'm all she knows as her momma. Again, I dread the day the rug is pulled from under her.
I'm preparing for her questions, her heartache. I have the letter from orphanage about her birthmother. Pictures. She is young, no means to care for her. I'm so grateful she chose life in a country where majority of pregnancies are aborted. I was born to be Rossi's momma. She was born to be mine.