How many times have I heard the word "choose" in this sense? That I CHOSE not to Parent a child of my womb. That I CHOSE not to Love a piece of my Soul. That I CHOSE not to hear his very first laugh.
That I CHOSE not to hold him deep into the night. That I CHOSE not to help him walk his very first step. What I REALLY did "CHOOSE" was A family to Love him as much as they could. A house to be his home with his very own bed. A better Life than I could provide In my circumstance.
And although I know that I can never have back those thing that I've never lost. I know that he has them. And that must be enough. To the parents who I "chose". Thank you.