Nonetheless, I’ve worked hard to connect with Amy. I have volunteered to be a team mom with her cheerleading program. We do have fun together on those full days out away from dad and her brothers, but true emotion and connection always seems to fall flat. There is no real giggling, and ultimately, I know that if she has a something important to share or confide, I wouldn’t be her first option.
I struggle to connect with my adopted daughter
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