Lycia
My adoptive mother answers the front door with a smile on her face. “Lycia, sweetheart!” Sybil wraps her arms around me. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around her back.
This woman means the world to me, as does her husband, my adoptive father, Ron. They took my brothers and me into their home and hearts and loved us as much as their own children.
They put my brothers and me through therapy, soothed our nightmares, kept us safe, and loved us effortlessly. My brothers and I don’t ever think about our birth mother because she just is not worth it, but we do think about our dad. We still miss him, and we always will. Ron and Sybil never got angry with us for talking about Dad. In fact, they encouraged it and listened when we spoke about him. If ever we got upset because we were mis
