I Adopted a Girl with Down Syndrome That No One Wanted Right After I Saw 11 Rolls-Royces Parking in Front of My Porch
My name is Donna, and I’m 73 years old. I am a widow, and for a long time, I believed my life had quietly settled into its final chapter. Society assumes people my age fade into the background, knitting scarves, sipping tea, and watching television. That was the expectation, and even my neighbors saw me…