Genevieve Love James. Born March twenty six, two thousand eleven. She will be turning thirteen this year, younger than I was when mother died. She is just a girl, innocent, and normal. The more I flipped through her file, the more I wanted to know her, but I knew that I could mess up her whole life with just a phone call. Does she even know she is adopted? From the looks of everything, she seems so loved and smart. I can't be selfish and flip her life upside down just because I am curious about her. Right?
Looking at her volleyball picture, she looks just like mom. Long burnette, wavy hair. Light brown eyes, full lips, and the same face shape. Genevieve is absolutely stunning. My heart hearts knowing that there is family out there that does not know who we are. Maybe that is for the best.
