His name was Mitku. The orphan we’d ultimately decided not to adopt. Though my husband, Michael, and I’d prayed for guidance and believed we’d had no choice, I often found myself thinking about the sick baby who’d been found in the African bush.
Had we done the right thing? Who will care for him?
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