
21/09/2025
I thought love might not be enough, but I love the man it raised. I was a young nurse with sore feet and long shifts. The day I signed the adoption papers, I left the hospital carrying a white baby and wondered if love alone could carry us. Nights were long. I changed sheets, passed medicine, and came home to bottles and bedtime stories. His name was Michael, and every shift I pulled was for him. Whispers followed us through these halls. People stared, some questioned, but I held his hand tighter and kept walking forward. Thirty years later, I’m still in scrubs in the same clinic. Michael now wears a white coat here, and when we pass in the hallway, I finally know love was enough.