The author, age 17, holding Sarah one last time before she was taken by her adoptive parents and renamed Hanna. Story continuesI was 17 years old when I had my baby, a girl I named Sarah, after my favorite book as a child, “Sarah, Plain and Tall.”A day later after Sarah was born, I handed her over to her adoptive parents. But, for some reason unknown to me, her adoptive parents invited me to visit with her. I watched her study the room intently and when her gaze landed on her adoptive mother, she wailed for her. Her adoptive parents embraced me and my family and even sent Hanna with my parents to come visit me at my home.

Source: Huffington Post March 12, 2024 12:17 UTC