The True Story of an Adoption.

The dream

A child is running towards me. I cannot see their face. They are around 2 or 3 years old and sometimes appear as a girl and sometimes as a boy. I take them in my arms. I know that they were not delivered to this world by me, but from this moment on, I am responsible for them. Forever. I am struck by the weight of irreversible responsibility, but the embrace of the child seeking protection overwrites everything. I have a strong feeling: I will take responsibility for them.

18 years later: I adopt a girl. I wanted to set a small but clear beacon with this mini e-book. Inspire other women, men and couples to take their own life path when they hear the inner calling for adopting one or more children.

Izabella Rémán

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