Her words pierced through my heart. There was honesty in her statement and resentment that couldn’t be softened by my reply. She was frustrated, upset, and too young to understand the why behind my decision to place her half-sister for adoption. She was only eight-years-old, at the time, and sat in the middle of two brothers. The oldest, two years older than her, and the baby of the family, six years younger than her. I remember the look on her face when the technician read our ultrasound and announced she would soon be a big sister to a baby brother. She was devastated.